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A Tale of Jaguars	By : Aline Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 13095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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WARNINGS: This contains Slash, and abuse, as well as mpreg. It is dark and treats themes only for mature audience, such as rape and sex with a minor. Do not read if you don’t like it.
*Disclaimer: I don’t own Thundercats, or any character or event associated to it, and I’m not making any money from this fiction.
Author's note: Thanks for the encouraging reviews :) Still no cubs, but soon... muajaja That is if I don't get overloaded by work.

CHAPTER 12. Doubts and Changes.

Bengali examined the results from the tests they had applied to Tygra with a deep frown. Apparently everything was in order, the only peak in the hormonal chart was for the adrenaline, and that was due to Tygra’s anxiety. It could be easily controlled and not a dangerous issue. The High Shaman was at his side, nodding in approval.
“Good. He has a strong constitution. There should be no problems. Though I’d have preferred that he wasn’t so young. This is going to have some effects on his growth, and we’d also have to be prepared for every eventuality we can think of. As his body is still developing it is bound to react to the major changes we have to make. We could have serious complications.”
Bengali sighed. It was too soon for Tygra, but they had to try it.
“Wouldn’t it be better if we convince prince Jareid to find a carrier.”
“I sincerely hope we wouldn’t have to do that. It’d be better for their relationship if Tygra carries the cub. As it is, they are still struggling with each other. A rift between them is the last thing we want. But you have been closer to them for this long. You should be able to tell us if a consort is advisable at this time.”
Ben shook his head in denial. As painful as the whole ordeal had been for Tygra, he knew that throwing another into the mixture would only make things worse.
“No. It’d definitely be the end of the tentative comfort they’d found. I believe that Tygra would be devastated, even if he himself doesn’t know it. And Jareid could regress to his previous behaviour.”
“So, we are going to do everything we can for this pregnancy to be successful. They only need one cub. We’re going to be specially careful with Tygra and keep him stable, as much as we possibly can.”
Bengali nodded. It was going to be rough for the young tiger, but he had a healthy physiognomy and good stamina. He could make it.
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Tygra surveyed his new room with satisfaction. The desk was beside the window, and there was a screen with a keyboard, a machine that he had found really useful for data storage. Opposite to the desk were two bookcases and a brand new puff. He had originally considered moving the one he had in the bedroom, but he hadn’t wanted to loose that particular spot. So he had decided to get another one for his private domain.
On the other part of the room was a large couch that covered one corner. Snarf was happily making himself at home there, having already found a way to get into the room. Tygra was still baffled that his brother’s pet had managed to find a way to open the sliding doors. He had had to accept that the critter was smarter than he had believed it to be.
The tiger shook his head and looked at the room at large again. It wasn’t finished. After some more pieces of furniture it still had to be decorated somehow, though Tygra didn’t think that’d be absolutely necessary.
He looked at the last piece that had arrived that morning. It was called a stereo, and it could play music. There was one in the dinning room that they listened to every day, and Lion-O had suggested Tygra to have one. The lion teen had been completely over the moon talking about it. Tygra chuckled at the memory and decided to test the contraption. He went quickly over the instructions and looked at the selection of music that the thing had to offer. He turned it on and fumbled a bit with the buttons, but eventually he got the machine playing some kind of soft flute music. He grinned at his success and sat heavily on the couch, avoiding Snarf and closing his eyes to relax a bit.
It had been a hard day, starting with his extremely embarrassing appointment with Bengali. He and Jareid had given their ejaculate sample for the Shamans to start the procedure, and it had had to be fresh. Of course Jareid had had no problems with that, but Tygra had had a very hard time trying to get off in an antiseptic room, knowing that Bengali was at the other side of the door. It might have been easier if he had gone alone, but with Jareid there, and insisting on helping him, the whole thing just had made Tygra want to die.
Then, Bengali and the High Shaman had given them the date for his surgery, which he was not looking forward to. He had had to remind himself that he had chosen to do this and that he was not going to get cold feet at the last minute.
After he had escaped the shamans he had gone to confirm with the craftsman the date that the last of the furniture would be delivered. Finally he had spent the rest of the day training in the jungle, and lieutenant Kab had questioned him about his oncoming surgery.
Tygra hated the fact that his training would be put on hold for as long as the High Shaman deemed necessary. What was he going to do? He’d die of boredom!
He was questioning his sanity for the millionth time when there was a knock at the door.
“Enter.” He said lazily.
The door opened and Jareid came in. He looked around quickly and gave a nod of approval before sitting down at Tygra’s side.
“Still not finished?”
“No. The other couch is due in two days, and the table and the cabinet in three. Though I think the craftsman is still waiting for me to ask for a bed.”
Jareid growled. Tygra had asked him on the first day he had seen the craftsman why the cat had come with his mind set on furnishing a bedroom. The jaguar prince had been pretty annoyed, realizing that the gossip of the palace had centred on Tygra’s new room. Some cats had believed that they would be sleeping in separate bedrooms, and so the craftsman had been told about it, and he had been expecting to provide adequate furniture. Of course, Jareid had been quick to erase that belief from the cat’s mind. Tygra wasn’t sleeping anywhere away from him. The jaguar prince had made sure that the service wouldn’t be spreading that particular rumour any longer.
“He’d better not been trying to convince you.”
“I think that you were pretty clear in your displeasure the first time. He hadn’t say anything. I just think that the idea is still in his head.”
“Well, he’d better forget it already.”
Jareid moved quickly. He took hold of Tygra’s hips and practically lifted the teen from the couch to sit him on his lap. Tygra yelped and tensed. He hated that Jareid always took him by surprise. He was now facing the jaguar, thighs open apart resting at both sides of Jareid’s waist, and his hands firmly on his mate’s shoulders. All of his muscles remained tense while his brain caught on with the new position. Then he glared to the jaguar and refused to relax.
“Jareid!”
The bigger cat smirked at him, and the hands that were on his hips started to make their way under his clothes.
“You’re not going anywhere. It took me too much time to convince you of that fact. I’m not letting any silly rumours ruin my efforts!”
Tygra blinked in confusion, but quickly realized that Jareid was talking about sleeping arrangements. He rolled his eyes and huffed.
“You’re just obsessed with me, and I have no idea why. That can’t be good, you know? You gave the service the scare of their lives just because they misunderstood a simple situation. You should have more control than that.”
Jareid chuckled and his hands caressed Tygra’s flanks. The teen moaned despite himself and gritted his teeth.
“Uhn… Damn it Jareid! I’m trying to be serious here!”
“I don’t see the point. You want to relax, just do it. Leave the serious scolding to Bengali. Right now it’s not your problem.”
Tygra wanted to protest, but Jareid’s hands on his torso, poking at all the right places, were very distracting. He growled under his breath as Jareid reached for his scalp and massaged. Tygra finally gave up and relaxed in his mate’s arms, allowing the jaguar free reign over his body. Soon, Tygra was practically lying on Jareid’s chest, arms loosely around the jaguar’s torso and head resting on one broad shoulder. Jareid was smirking in satisfaction.
“You have too many clothes on…” He started. Tygra growled menacingly.
“Don’t you dare!”
Jareid chuckled, but didn’t press. He felt too comfortable at the moment, and there really was no need to do more. One hand started to massage Tygra’s lower back in circles, and the teen sighed in contentment.
“This is absolutely unfair.” He muttered quietly.
“Mmm?”
“I should be allowed to turn you into a heap of mush too. Why are only you the one with the privilege?”
Jareid laughed in amusement, and he pulled playfully at one of Tygra’s ears.
“Feisty little tiger.”
Tygra groaned and burrowed his nose in the fur of Jareid’s neck, breathing deeply.
“Can I bite you?” He asked suddenly with some apprehension.
Jareid tensed under him, and Tygra bit his lips, ready to apologize. What was he thinking? Jareid was the dominant. He did the biting, not the other way around.
Before he could utter another sound, Jareid relaxed, and his hand pressed Tygra’s head against his neck. The tiger panicked for a second before he understood that Jareid was giving him permission to do what he had asked. He moved a bit to the side to position his mouth better and licked the chosen spot first. Jareid’s chest rumbled, but he didn’t move to stop Tygra. The youth gave another two licks before pressing his open lips against the exposed neck and suck.
The jaguar growled lowly and steady. Tygra’s teeth barely grazed the skin. It was not really a bite. Tygra didn’t dare to do more than suck deeply. Then he licked the light mark a few more times and rested his head against Jareid’s shoulder again, sighing in relief. The hand on the nape of his neck started massaging once more and he began to purr.
“Happy now?” Jareid asked curiously. Tygra nodded minutely.
“A bit, yes… Thank you.”
Jareid chuckled quietly and relaxed again. They stayed like that for a long time.
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The jaguar prince touched the side of his neck for the hundredth time that morning, trying to not scratch. It just felt odd.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t sported love bites or other marks before. He often had scratches all over his back and arms, a few bites too, and Tygra’s claws sunk really deep when his tiger lost control. Many of his previous lovers had left him with a bite or two. But never on the neck.
The neck was a special place. It meant possession of a kind, a symbol of claiming and also trust. Jareid had never allowed anyone to bite him there, not even lick him. He had gone to sleep the previous night very conscious of the slight rearrange of power that had happened between his mate and himself. He was still mulling on it, trying to decide if he felt disgusted with the minimal change or not, and what he should do about it.
He arrived at the door of the room that he considered his office and opened absently. The study that was in his personal rooms was private. No one but a servant and Bengali entered his private quarters. He had an entire different set of rooms where he received people and attended whatever business was necessary. His ‘office’ was considerably smaller than his primary set of rooms, but it was decorated with all the opulence he could find. Only the finest materials for the furniture and rich tapestries on the walls, the best technology for the computer and stereo, everything pointing at his “show off” tendencies. People got sidetracked by what the room told them about its owner, and completely forgot to try finding out more about Jareid himself.
The jaguar prince crossed the receiving area and turned on the stereo, still absently. He needed to check on the reports of the royal guard, but he was too distracted to do anything. He stared at the computer screen for some moments before scoffing and turn towards the window.
Why was he there? He didn’t want to work. He was too out of sorts to pay any attention to what he was doing. He needed to supervise a set of exercises that the younger members of the guard were going to do, but that wouldn’t be until the afternoon. There was a meeting with his father and the Chief commander in the evening, but nothing for him to do at the moment except read reports.
Jareid frowned, remembering the reason why he hadn’t stayed in his private study. One of the servants had used the communicator and had told him that someone was asking to see him, that it was very important. Jareid looked around the empty office, and a growl joined his scowl. He had not passed anyone on the hall; he had not been that distracted. Where then was that someone that had been supposedly waiting for him?
Forgetting his personal dilemma for the moment, he looked to his right, towards the tapestry that concealed the other door. The tapestry had clearly been moved and the barest hint of an open door behind it could be seen.
Jareid growled louder in annoyance. He had had sex with many cats, males and females, but he had never taken anyone of them to the bed he now shared with Tygra. His bed was meant only for his mate. He would not have dared to offer his mate sleeping quarters that smelt of others. It would have been the worst disrespect ever. His many casual conquests had never seen the inside of his private rooms. That was the reason why this other bedroom existed. The majority of the young court knew where it was, and also knew that he would receive anyone who was willing to ‘play’ at anytime.
The prince approached the concealed door and pulled the tapestry out of the way. Sure enough, there was someone on the bed, clearly waiting for him. He gritted his teeth. He had thought he had been clear when he had announced that he had a mate and dismissed every cat that had used to entertain him. Apparently, the message had not been clear enough.
“Saixa. What the hell are you doing here?”
The female, who was entirely naked on the bed, looked up at him with her olive eyes, her long blond mane falling over one shoulder. She had been one of his favourites, although too dominant for a female. It had been fun to fight her in bed, and win. She was not much for the submissive role, but was able to take Jareid’s most aggressive behaviour without complaint. At least while the act lasted. She had been one of the firsts to ask him when he was going to choose a consort, and one of the firsts to be rebuffed. Jareid knew he had told her the same thing as all the others: ‘I won’t be needing your services anymore. You have no more reason to come here.’ Were cats just stupid or what?
Saixa was the fifth cat, and the third female, to present herself in this way in his office. Jareid was seriously considering to just dismantling the bedroom. Saixa smiled lecherously at him and sprawled herself sensually along the bed.
“Why, waiting for you of course! Come on Jareid, you can’t tell me that you haven’t missed this.”
Honestly, he could. He had his tiger. Tygra may not be experienced, and truly didn’t act sensually around Jareid. He was young, still developing, and had too many emotional issues, but he was Jareid’s mate. His. In the jaguar prince’s mind that was all that mattered. Everyone else had been only entertainment, toys, to have fun and release his frustration. They had served their purpose. Jareid had never acknowledged them as partners, had never developed any kind of emotional connection with any one, they had never truly existed in his mind. Only Tygra was real.
The prince approached the bed and Saixa extended her arms to him. She eagerly clung to his neck as soon as he was within arms reach and kissed him passionately. Jareid was astounded for a moment. Then he scowled and growled. She didn’t taste right. The smell was also wrong. His instinct recoiled in repulsion. This was not his mate. She didn’t have his smell on her, not his mark of claim either. She was not good enough for him.
With a deeper growl, almost roar, that Saixa mistook for passion, he picked up the jaguaress and carried her outside the bedroom. The female laughed and tried to get her hands under his shirt.
“Oh, don’t you want the bed Jareid? Are we playing in your study today?”
“No. You’re out of here now!”
“What? You’re not serious!” Said her incredulously, her playful tone dying.
“I’m very serious! I told you not to come back! I don’t want any of you!”
“But, Jareid…!”
They reached the front door. The prince quickly opened it, and unceremoniously dropped the female on the hall. She yelled in outrage.
“How dare you! You can’t dismiss me like this! I know many things about you Jareid!”
“So everyone else! Tygra included! So don’t even think you can hold any information over my head!”
“You’d get tired of the boy eventually Jareid! You will! Sooner or later you’re going to be looking for someone who can give you what you want!”
“I already found what I want Saixa, and I don’t need what you have to offer anymore!”
He closed the door in her face, leaving her seething in fury.
“We’d see about that Jareid. We’d see!”
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Tygra took a quick shower in the barracks. He was pretty upset that it had been his last day in active training. He was going to surgery the next day, and would be out of commission until the High Shaman considered that he could rejoin his normal activities.
The tiger sighed as he finished his shower. He was nervous about the surgery. Bengali had told him to relax and let the shamans do the worrying, but he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t stop thinking about a myriad of things that could go wrong. Why had he accepted to do this again?
He grunted and he started to get dressed. He was so worried that he didn’t register the fact that someone was watching him. He just got his trousers on when he finally heard steps too close to him. He turned around and found himself face to chin with an older jaguar. He looked slightly up and blinked a few times before he recognized the feline. This was Mao. The one that was always complaining about Jareid choosing a partner that was not he. Tygra gave a step back and bared his teeth. He didn’t like the other male so close to his person.
“What do you want?”
Mao made a gesture of derision and looked at the tiger up and down. Tygra felt his cheeks colouring.
“You have a good enough body, I’d give you that. But you’re still a brat. What can he possibly see in you?”
Tygra growled and clenched his fists. How much longer he’d have to listen to people throwing his age in his face. As if he didn’t already know that he was too young for Jareid! By the way some cats talked about it, you’d think that he’d never age past his adolescence!
“Not of your concern!”
“Well, I’d have to disagree with you. It’s very much my concern!”
There was not much space to make a run for it. Before Tygra could think about getting the hell out of there, Mao advanced on him. Tygra tried to dodge, but the jaguar practically launched himself at his body and locked arms around the tiger’s slender waist, pulling him down. Both cats struggled on the floor. Mao was older and stronger, but it took him a great deal of trouble to pin Tygra down like he wanted and grab the teen’s jaw. Tygra was still struggling to free himself. He was about to hit Mao’s face, when the jaguar forced his jaws open and kissed him.
Tygra froze at that moment. Panic and terror surged forward as Mao’s tongue ravished his open mouth. The tiger’s eyes widened and he stopped breathing. He couldn’t think. Every one of his muscles stiffened and he just lied there in utter and complete shock. Mao ended the kiss and growled, making a show of spitting away in disgust. Tygra couldn’t move. He couldn’t even utter a sound.
“Pathetic. And you reek of fear. But Jareid has always been a bit of a sadist. He might be finding you entertaining enough for now. He’d get tired of you eventually. You’re obviously just a weird fancy of his.”
He got off Tygra and walked away. The tiger stayed where he was, incapable to do anything in the middle of his panic attack.
‘Breath… breath… he’s gone… breath…’
He sucked in a mouthful of air and started coughing. His tense muscles ached like he had spent hours swimming in the river. He turned on his side and curled into a tight ball. It took some moments for his brain to start functioning again and process what had just happened.
For the great Thunder. What was he doing? He wanted to bang his head against the wall. He had had a panic attack! Why?! He had frozen over! He had been completely useless and incapable of defending himself!
He started to shiver uncontrollably and he cursed every jaguar that had ever walked Third Earth. He kneeled up, and spit, and before he knew it he was biting his left wrist and drawing blood. The coppery flavour returned him some of his senses and he bit harder. The pain made him focus, and he sucked at the blood like he was thirsty. Anything, to erase the foul taste from his tongue.
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Tygra washed his mouth furiously and spit the water on the sink. The taste was still there, but he was already convinced that his mind was playing tricks on him. He threw away the piece of cloth he had used to bandage his mauled wrist and that was already soaked in blood. He fumbled in the medicine cabinet for antiseptic and washed his wound methodically. He was just opening the bottle of antiseptic when Jareid came barging into the bathroom.
“Tygra, are you in here?” The jaguar prince stopped and sniffed the air. Tygra started to tremble. “Is that blood I smell?”
In two steps Jareid was over his mate, looking in surprise at the injured wrist. He took it in his hand to examine it, and Tygra flinched. Jareid was no shaman, but he recognized a bite wound when he saw it.
“Did you do this Tygra?”
The tiger lowered his eyes in shame. Jareid took the antiseptic and the bandages and dragged the teen out of the bathroom.
“By the spirits, I should take you to Bengali.”
“No! Please, don’t tell him, I’m fine!”
Tygra begged in panic. He didn’t want to face the Shaman. He was ashamed enough as it was. Jareid looked at him accusingly.
“If you’re biting yourself, you’re obviously not fine! What happened?”
Tygra looked down again. He couldn’t tell Jareid what had happened. He didn’t want the jaguar to know that he had suffered a panic attack and had been unable to defend himself from one of Jareid’s past lovers. He didn’t want to say aloud that he had been lucky that Mao had been disgusted with him and had left him alone.
“Tygra?” Jareid prodded. He wanted an answer. Tygra had not harmed himself this badly in a while. The wrist was still bleeding a little and he had to make sure that there’d be no lasting damage. The tiger sighed in dejection.
“I just… I’m sorry. I’m too nervous because of the surgery, and today was my last in training for a while. I was upset, I didn’t think what I was doing…”
He begged to every deity he knew that Jareid believed that. He couldn’t tell his mate what had really happened. He just couldn’t. Jareid would see how useless and pathetic he was. He didn’t need to know.
The jaguar groaned and made Tygra sit on the bed. He cleaned the wound again, frowning at the ugly gash on it.
“This looks bad. You could have damaged a tendon. Bengali really should look at it.”
“No! I’m fine, I swear! Please! At least not right now.”
He wasn’t naïve enough to believe that Bengali wouldn’t notice his injury the very next day. He just wanted to calm down and had time to think a good enough excuse for the Shaman. Jareid didn’t look happy, but he caved at the desperation in Tygra’s voice.
“Fine. But you’re the one that’s explaining to him tomorrow why we didn’t inform him immediately.”
Tygra nodded, relieved that he didn’t have to confront the white tiger right away. Jareid treated his wrist and bandaged it tightly. Then he looked seriously at his mate.
“You have to stop doing this Tygra. It’s not healthy.”
“I know. I said I’m sorry, I…”
He bit his lip and sighed. Jareid took his chin and made him look at his eyes.
“Everything is going to be fine. The High Shaman knows what he’s doing. You’re going to be asleep and wouldn’t feel a thing.”
For a moment there was confusion in Tygra’s eyes, and then the teen remembered his own lame excuse for biting himself. He gulped and shook his head, so Jareid wouldn’t look directly at him.
“I know. It’s just that this is new for me. It feels so alien. I’m just afraid, that’s all.”
The last part wasn’t a lie. He was afraid. He had been absolutely terrified to have Mao over him, forcing his mouth open. He shivered reflexively and closed his eyes. He felt ashamed of himself.
“I’m sorry.” He finished quietly.
Jareid embraced him and moved his face up again. Lips closed over Tygra’s mouth and Jareid’s tongue was battling its way in. Tygra gasped. He opened mouth and eyes in reflex, trembling in fear. But the taste was the right one this time. This was his mate. He stubbornly put his racing heart under control and let Jareid manoeuvre them both to lie on the bed. Soon the kisses trailed down his jaw and ended with a suck to his neck. The tiger whimpered, holding onto his mate’s shoulders for dear life.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re strong, and I’m going to be here with you. I’m never leaving you.”
Gods. If that were only true.
“Please…”
He didn’t know what he was begging for. It was very hard to think with Jareid over him. Expert hands started to rid him of his clothes and Tygra let his mate erase his worries for a short time, willing to forget.
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Bengali was absolutely livid when he saw Tygra’s mauled wrist. Jareid had been dismissed almost immediately with no regard for his protests, and the white tiger sat his patient on an examination table. Tygra was fidgeting in embarrassment as Bengali muttered under his breath and performed a more adequate healing spell for his wound. Once he felt satisfied that there hadn’t been any irreparable damage he redressed the wound and looked directly at the young tiger in front of him.
“Do I even want to know what Jareid did this time?” He asked sternly. Tygra blinked twice in surprise.
“Jareid? No! I mean, this wasn’t his fault. Honest!”
Bengali looked at him with incredulity and Tygra felt even more ashamed. With a sigh he lowered his eyes and told Bengali what had really happened. He had been wary to tell the truth, but had reasoned that Ben was not easily fooled. He would just prod until he knew what exactly had happened. There’d be less pain involved if Tygra confessed from the beginning. When he finished he kept his eyes down, fully expecting to be told that he had overreacted. Ben though kept silent for a moment before grabbing the teen’s chin gently and push it up.
“Nothing else happened? He didn’t hurt you?”
Tygra shook his head in negation. Bengali nodded.
“You didn’t tell any of this to Jareid?”
Another negation, and Tygra’s cheeks coloured a little.
“I told him I was too nervous because of the surgery. I didn’t want him to know.”
He felt ashamed, but Bengali messed his mane affectionately.
“It’s ok. We’d leave it like that.”
Truth was, Bengali was relieved. He didn’t fancy to have to explain why the courtyards were littered with body parts. In this case it was better to keep Jareid in the dark. Tygra sighed dejectedly.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again…”
“Hey, don’t worry. This wasn’t your fault. You were having a panic attack. That’s not something you can control.”
Tygra scowled uncomfortably.
“But… when I’m with Jareid I can. I’m able to push the panic back then.”
“Well, that’s a different situation. You have instinctually identified Jareid as your mate. Your dominant in fact. Besides, you once told me that he can distinguish the beginning of your panic attacks and help you in some way to get a hold of yourself. You’re not alone against utter terror when you are with Jareid.”
Tygra scoffed and shook his head incredulously.
“That’s such a contradiction. Especially considering that he’s the cause of the panic attacks in the first place.”
Bengali smiled ruefully and put a hand on the youth’s shoulder.
“The mind can be like that. I wish he hadn’t done what he did, but wishful thinking is not going to help now. We must focus on what to do to minimize the risk of more panic attacks.”
Tygra sighed and nodded. Ben’s smile grew more honest.
“Good. I’m going to report Mao, so he would be watched.”
Tygra’s ears flattened.
“Wha… I don’t think that’d be necessary. He didn’t hurt me. He only took me by surprise. It was my body the one that overreacted.”
Bengali silenced the teen with a serious look.
“Don’t think like that Tygra. Regardless of your reaction, he had no right to approach you in that way. It was a direct threat. Such improper behaviour should be addressed in some way.”
Tygra growled in frustration. He didn’t want anyone to know what had happened. What would they think of him? They’d believe that he wasn’t capable of take care of himself!
Bengali looked at the teen and put a hand on his arm.
“Don’t worry. No one is going to think any less of you. I’d only report that I have seen Mao acting suspiciously around you, that way the Head of the Hunters is going to keep an eye on him. If he attacks you again there’d be someone close by to help if needed.”
That erased some of Tygra’s fears, but it didn’t lessen the feeling of uselessness that had taken hold of him. He shouldn’t need any help!
Bengali sighed and lifted his chin carefully.
“I know you feel upset over this, but Tygra you’re still sixteen. No one is expecting you to solve every single one of your problems alone. You can rely on others. You can ask for help when you need it.”
Tygra half smiled. He had grown up being the oldest. The best. The one that couldn’t make a mistake. He had had to be an example for Lion-O. He was supposed to be the one to provide help, not ask for it. Forcing himself to accept Jareid as his dominant had been the hardest thing he had ever done. He nodded resignedly to Bengali, but felt the need to point out that he didn’t want to be treated like a cub. Bengali smiled and told him that there would be nothing of the like.
“However, I’m moving your surgery for tomorrow.” He said, as he unlocked the door of the clinic, so Jareid could enter again. Tygra made a face at him.
“Why? I’m fine. It’s not a life-threatening injury!”
“I know, but we are taking every little precaution we can with you. I want you as relaxed as possible for this.”
“You know, I’m not likely to ever relax if I have to wait longer.”
“I agree with that.” Said Jareid entering the clinic, a bit miffed that he had been left outside for more than a couple of minutes. “Seriously Ben, he doesn’t need to be coddled. He’s not a cub.”
“I know he’s not. But waiting another day is not going to hurt him. This is going to be a very delicate intervention and Tygra needs to be at his best physical condition. We are not taking any chances, however small they seem.”
The couple scowled, not fully convinced. Ben smiled at their faces.
“Besides, it’s a really nice day. I bet that Lion-O and Yeana would love to visit the pond. Nothing like a good swim to get relaxed! And I think Tygra has the day free anyway.”
The orange tiger frowned, but Jareid smirked and grabbed his young mate’s hand. He was not going to pass over a rather obvious hint to take Tygra out of the palace.
“I’m sure that the two brats would not mind if we leave them behind this time. Come my tiger. He’s right, a long soak would do a lot of good to you.”
Tygra tried to protest, but Jareid didn’t listen to him. He dragged the young tiger out of the clinic, looking forwards to just spending the day with his mate.
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Despite Jareid’s intentions, Lion-O and Yeana caught the couple sneaking out of the palace and walking towards one of the gates that lead to the jungle. Of course they insisted on going too, and Yeana threatened Jareid with crying and not talking to him again if he didn’t take her. Jareid growled menacingly at the kittens, but he ended up accepting theirs, and Snarf’s, company. Tygra was amused at the pout on Jareid’s face, which stayed for most of their walk through the jungle.
There was a system of caves about two miles to the northwest of the city. Going down through them ran a subterranean river. The waters flowered up on certain spaces and formed what the jaguars called ‘cenotes’, deep ponds of frigid water, usually found close to the caverns or even inside them. The entire place was considered sacred, and the shamans used to go there to meditate and practice certain rituals. What was called “The Pond” was actually the smallest of the cenotes, with only a hundred meters of diameter. It was some metres apart from the caves, and surrounded by vegetation. As it was technically at the surface, the water wasn’t extremely cold, but still good to freshen up.
Both Lion-O and Tygra had loved the place from the first time that Bengali had taken them there. Tygra especially, as he absolutely enjoyed the water. As soon as they arrived, the two kittens barely waited to be out of their clothes and down to their underwear to dive in. Tygra and Jareid followed at a more sedated pace. Soon, all four of them were happily playing in the water, being watched from a tree by a skittish Snarf, who thought that he’d rather stay dry.
Lion-O spied Tygra’s bandaged wrist and asked his brother what had happened. The tiger told him that he had hurt himself on his last day of training. Which wasn’t a lie. He only wasn’t very forthcoming with the details. Luckily Lion-O was having too much fun to continue pestering his brother, and he left the matter alone.
After a few hours, they ate the lunch that Bengali had sent them with one of the servants, and the two kits set themselves to explore a little before attempting to head right back to the water. Jareid took Tygra to a more open space where they could have a bit of practice. Tygra was not sure it was a good idea.
“I don’t know Jareid, you always end up pushing me over the closest available surface and… well, you know…”
“Have my way with you?”
Tygra growled and blushed in mortification, nodding shamefully at the same time. Jareid’s eyes sparkled and he took Tygra by the nape of the neck, forcing the tiger to look at his not so pleased smirk.
“Is that a problem my tiger?”
Tygra bared his teeth. He felt so helpless when Jareid manhandled him.
“It is when we’re not alone. Lion-O and Yeana could hear us, maybe get curious.”
Jareid’s gesture became lecherous and he kissed Tygra before the teen could protest.
“They can look the other way. Besides, they are entertained enough, I doubt they’d come looking for us.”
Tygra growled, but in the end caved to Jareid’s wishes and took out his staff and whip from the backpack they had carried. He did want some exercise, and training with Jareid was not the horrible experience it had once been. Tygra still lost their impromptu combats, but he was getting better, and lasting more. Once he reached his full growth, he and Jareid would be evenly matched.
Tygra put himself on guard, and waited for the first blow. Jareid’s favourite weapon was a sansetsukon, a three sectional staff made of wood and metal. He could do a lot of damage with it, and Tygra was very conscious that Jareid controlled his attack when they were training. The tiger compensated his lack of strength with agility. He had become proficient at using the whip to his advantage. Though he still had some difficulty coordinating both weapons, he was slowly developing his own combat style.
He started with only the staff, his whip within reach in the belt of his trousers. Jareid charged at him and Tygra jumped out of the way, turned around and delivered his own hit. The jaguar stopped it and released his weapon. Tygra used the trees to jump out of reach, and attack from above. There wasn’t an ample space for him to manoeuvre, but Tygra had had a year to get used to the jungle and now he could fight in it decently. The closeness of the trees and abundant vegetation were no longer a hindrance for him, on the contrary, he had found out that he could use his whip creatively there. But he still found himself struggling in close combat, especially with Jareid. So, he tried to keep his distance, attack quickly and avoid being hit or having to stop a direct blow from the sansetsukon. If Jareid could get a hold of him, the game was over.
The jaguar followed his elusive mate up the trees and sent hits to the branches, trying to make Tygra loose his balance. The teen went down, but managed to turn and stop the sansetsukon from tangling around his leg. He used his momentum to pull himself back on another branch and hit Jareid’s knees. The jaguar sent a blow aiming for Tygra’s head. The youth ducked and sent his own hit.
They were at it for some time, until Tygra got out his whip and used it to swing from one tree to the other. Jareid attempted to hit him in passing, but Tygra was prepared. His whip let go of the branch and the tiger’s staff collided with Jareid’s weapon, tangling itself in it. The whip flew to another branch and Tygra pushed with all his strength. Jareid had to jump to the ground, but he recovered quickly and threw a blow that reached the tiger’s arm. Tygra jumped down, and Jareid hit again. The youth barely had time to bounce and put the staff in front of him, at the same time he tangled the whip around himself to have better control of his primary weapon. Jareid was going to reach the tiger and was putting most of his strength behind the blow, but suddenly Tygra disappeared.
Jareid froze in the spot, utterly baffled. His ears turned back a second too late and Tygra’s staff hit his back with force, and then swap his legs from under him. He lost his balance and turned around to fall on his back, lifting the sansetsukon just in time to stop a blow. He blinked in confusion. He could feel Tygra’s body over him, but he couldn’t see him. The teen hesitated, surprised to have the upper hand for once. Jareid recovered and let go of his weapon to reach out towards where Tygra should be. He got hold of the teen’s arms, and heard a loud yelp. The jaguar rolled, and just as suddenly, Tygra blinked back into existence under him. The staff and the sansetsukon were between them, and the whip hung loosely from Tygra’s hips. The look of utter surprise on the tiger’s face would have been priceless if Jareid didn’t feel as confused as he was.
“What did you do?”
Tygra blinked and breathed deeply once.
“Unh… I jumped behind you, and you froze? I just continued fighting…”
“No! Before that! You don’t have the chameleon suit, how did you disappear?”
Tygra was astonished.
“What are you talking about?”
Jareid growled lowly.
“You disappeared from sight! I was confused for a moment before I sensed where you had gone to.”
The tiger frowned in confusion and shook his head.
“I… I don’t know… I just needed both hands on the staff and…” Suddenly his face lit up in comprehension.
“Oh.”
“What?”
“The whip. When Jaga gave it to me, he explained that the stones at the end could create the illusion of invisibility. He said that it would take some time for me to master that ability. I must have activated the stones somehow.”
Jareid lifted an eyebrow and then his smirk returned.
“Well, that’s useful. You’re becoming more of a challenge each day.”
He then proceeded to snog Tygra senseless. The adrenaline of the fight had not gone away yet. The tiger whimpered under him, and Jareid’s hands moved to put the weapons aside. He hesitated with the whip that was stuck around Tygra’s waist. He needed to move the tiger to untangle the whip, so instead of that he grabbed Tygra’s wrists and pulled them at the teen’s back, using one end of the whip to secure them. Tygra moaned a protest in his mouth and tried to roll over, but Jareid didn’t let go of him. The jaguar ended the kiss only to bite Tygra’s neck while his hands started to rid the young tiger of his trousers.
“Aaaw… Jareid! … Ow… release me!”
“Now, how can I have my wicked way with you if you keep struggling?”
The trousers were gone and Tygra was naked and at Jareid’s mercy. The jaguar put his own pants down and worked himself into a half erection. He lifted Tygra’s left leg and leaned down over his mate’s privates, licking and nibbling softly, teasing the sensitive skin. Tygra shivered and moaned, getting aroused despite himself. He tried to relax. It always hurt when Jareid penetrated him. The pain was even more when they had been training and the jaguar was just too excited to prepare him properly. Tygra had learned to relax his inner muscles, to make Jareid’s initial thrusts easier for himself. The jaguar was always careful to give him pleasure too, but the pain seemed to be forever present.
Tygra gasped when Jareid pushed two fingers inside him to help loosing up his entrance. The jaguar had his left leg firmly held by the back of the knee and was keeping him open that way. The tiger moaned loudly and arched his back when his mate’s fingers brushed over his prostate, teasing him mercilessly. After a few strokes, the fingers were gone and Jareid leaned over him, pushing his leg up at the same time. Tygra pulled up his other leg in reflex, leaving himself quite vulnerable.
Jareid lost no more time, his hips thrust forwards and Tygra gasped in pain at the intrusion. Closing his eyes, the tiger breathed and forced his body to accept his mate’s entire length inside himself. Once fully seated, Jareid waited for Tygra to adjust while kissing and caressing the rest of his body. When the tiger’s breath was more or less regular, Jareid started to move. Slowly this time. He was in no hurry, and he wanted to enjoy the feeling of his mate around him.
Tygra was confused at first. It was not like Jareid to be so calm after a training session. But then his mate’s hands and mouth roamed over his torso and started to touch and do wonderful things, and Tygra forgot his confusion and lost himself in the sensation.
After a while, Jareid decided to change position, and grabbing Tygra’s hips, he rolled over, so his tiger was on top of his chest. A big tree root was on his way, so he had to manoeuvre a little and ended up leaning against the tree trunk with Tygra sitting on him, still fully impaled and fighting to keep his balance with his wrists tied at his back. Jareid released Tygra’s bonds, so the teen could support himself on the jaguar’s shoulders. Tygra looked up at him, confused by the change in position. Jareid only smirked and moved the tiger’s hips up and down, encouraging the youth to continue fucking himself. Tygra’s cheeks were bright red. He did as Jareid wanted and soon was moaning again, after finding the right angle to stimulate his prostate. He kept one hand on Jareid’s shoulder and with the other he worked on his own erection. The jaguar didn’t stop him. He was very much enjoying the view.
The jaguar’s hands on Tygra’s hips kept the slow pace for as long as it took for both of them to reach their peaks. Tygra was there first, and he moaned loudly as his inner muscles contracted, sending Jareid over the edge. Tygra growled, riding his orgasm, and leaned over Jareid’s chest. He burrowed his face in the juncture of the jaguar’s neck and shoulder and without warning he bit down. Jareid growled, and one hand fisted on the tiger’s short mane. Tygra sucked and bit harder than the first time, leaving a more noticeable mark. Then, he licked and relaxed on his mate’s body.
“… mine…” He said quietly.
Jareid continued caressing the young body over him for long minutes, not quite sure of what had happened, but feeling too content to care.
They returned to the pond after they recovered their senses enough to walk. Lion-O sniffed his brother when they got close and made a disgusted face while groaning in despair. Yeana was not so subtle.
“Jareid! You both stink! What did you do?”
The male jaguar laughed uproariously and Tygra blushed deep red. Lion-O was old enough to identify the smell on his brother, but Yeana’s instincts were not yet at the appropriate stage. Jareid messed his sister’s long mane, making her bat her arms to shoo him.
“We just got a bit overzealous in training.” He said amused. Tygra huffed and muttered something under his breath. Jareid just chuckled.
“One last dive and we can head back to the palace.”
The kits yelled happily and ran to the pond, going head first into the water. Tygra followed close, not wanting to advertise to the entire palace what they had been doing.
Jareid smiled at the three younger cats playing happily and touched the side of his neck gingerly. With a last sigh, he decided that he really didn’t mind Tygra biting him, and he joined the trio in the water.
They returned to the city just before dusk, in time for the kits to dinner and fall asleep. Tygra took his brother to his room, and then walked to his own quarters, feeling surprisingly relaxed and ready to fall dead on his bed.
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