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Title: A Tale of Jaguars.
Summary: Before Grune found Mum-Ra, a different war tore the city of Thundera apart, taking both princes to a very different life. AU. Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Tygra/OMC Lion-O/OFC Author’s notes: This is based on the Thundercats 2011 universe, but completely AU from the events taking place in the TV show. It has no real propose but entertaining me. 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, and I’m not making any money from this.
A Tale of Jaguars.
Chapter 01. Spoils of war.
This was not happening. How was it possible that Thundera’s army had fallen that fast? Not even the clerics had stood a chance against the magic of the jaguar’s shamans! And the weapons they used… When had they developed that? It was outrageous! Granted, the Jaguar’s clan had been one of the strongest, and for generations had been said to dwell on elemental and dark magic, but this?
Claudus could only watch in fury as his personal guard, that had been protecting the palace, was rounded up and made to surrender. He didn’t have the Sword of Omens anymore. It had been claimed by the leader of the Jaguar’s clan, technically making the jaguar the new king of Thundera, and Lord of the Thundercats. If the sword worked for the feline, then Claudus was truly deposed. As things stood at the moment he was a prisoner, along with Jaga and some other members of the council. The majority were dead. A rare occurrence, since the council didn’t fight. This only enforced the defeated king’s belief that they had been betrayed by one of their own.
They were escorted to the throne room, to lay down the terms of surrender and decide the prisoners’ fate. Claudus was conducting himself with as much dignity as he could under the circumstances. The jaguars had taken the city and secured the palace in a matter of minutes. The warriors that had survived the last battle were all in the royal grounds, heavily guarded, along with the surviving clerics. The clerics’ apprentices younger than sixteen were confined to the clerisy building, and waiting for a resolution.
The lion worried about the fate of his loyal subjects, and wondered about the fact that he was still breathing. The Jaguar clan had the reputation of being ruthless assassins, and not leaving any enemy alive. He frowned at Jaga when they were in the throne room along with the few members of the council that had survived, and two more nobles of the most notorious clans. Jaga was pensive. They didn’t had any idea of what Baal, the jaguar king, had in mind, but at least he seemed willing to discuss some form of agreement.
The new king was in the Throne, with the Sword of Omens and the gauntlet firmly attached to his belt. At his side was a young jaguar, surely around mid-twenties, with the clan’s coat of arms in the chest of his armour. Baal’s son no doubt. Two more jaguars that seemed to be the king’s advisors were there too, as well as one shaman.
The jaguar looked at the royal prisoner with contempt. He apparently was in no rush to set the war to rest.
“Well. Let’s just wait ‘till we are all here. Shall we?”
Claudus frowned. Were there more survivors of the noble clans?
The main door opened again, and Claudus trembled in fear when he saw his two sons escorted into the throne room by four warriors. Both princes looked unharmed, and Tygra’s hand was on his younger brother’s back, offering support. The lion king turned to look at his nemesis, wanting to demand that his sons leave the premises. They were too young for this. Tygra was fifteen, and Lion-O twelve years old. While Tygra had already started his formal training with his weapon of choice, he was in no way a warrior. Neither of them had anything to do with the useless war between the Thunderians and the Jaguars’ clan.
Baal stood, and walked towards the prisoners with a wide smirk. He indicated his warriors that the young princes were to be kept apart from their father. He examined them more closely, pleased at what he saw. Both were young, but conducted themselves accordingly to their royal status, specially the older. The tiger carried himself with dignity and was doing an excellent job of looking every inch the prideful prince he normally was. His brother was fidgeting under the scrutiny, giving away his nervousness and fear, but that was to be expected, he was only twelve after all.
“Nice. Now we’re ready to start.”
“Is the princes’ presence necessary? They have nothing to do with politics or wars.” Said Jaga. The jaguar looked amused.
“Nothing? But they are the royal family; surely you have already started training them for the responsibility they’d have to face sooner or later. Well, this could be another lesson for them to learn: How to surrender properly.” He never stopped smirking, and Claudus was tempted to throw a punch at him. “Besides, I am an advocate of not talking behind the children’s backs when the theme involves them.”
That unnerved Claudus to no end. The jaguars were well known for their aggressiveness and rage in battle, but Baal in particular was famous for his cruelty.
“Why would we be talking about them in an amnesty treaty?”
“Ah, allow me to explain.”
The jaguar said, showing his teeth and pacing in front of the throne while he talked.
“It is customary to kill your enemy’s entire family once you have defeated him.”
Claudus’ entire body went rigid. He was ready to pounce over the king and do something stupid. He was not going to let the arrogant cat put a finger on his sons. Lion-O had grabbed Tygra’s arm and his face was showing his anguish. He had not yet learned to hide his emotions. The only indications that Tygra was as scared as his brother, were his clenched fists and pressed lips. The jaguar continued without given away that he had noticed the family’s reactions.
“However, there are sometimes when an alliance can offer a more attractive bargain.” He came face to face with the now enraged lion. Both cats were at the same height, the jaguar lacked the muscular built of the lion, but exuded a different power. The kind that you only dream of, and hope never to find in real life. “I have no use for a destroyed city, it would be a waste of time and resources to burn Thundera to the ground. But if it proves to be more trouble than it’s worth, I’d not hesitate to erase it from the map with everything in it.”
Claudus clenched his teeth. He didn’t like what the jaguar was implying, and he knew that he had no choice but to acquiesce with the other cat’s demands. He had people to worry about. Still, he’d prefer his sons out of the whole mess.
“And I suppose you have everything planned out.”
The jaguar smirked and continued.
“Your race is a very hypocritical one Claudus. You talk so much about justice and equality, but only for those who share your view of the world. You fashion yourselves as merciful and show rare actions of altruism, but never for someone who’s not a cat. Yet you are powerful and the lions had retained the crown for centuries. None of the other races had been part of the royalty in ages, until you got your first son.” He looked directly at Tygra, who flinched this time. The jaguar licked his lips. “But he’s not the heir, is he?” Baal looked at the lion again in amusement. “I wonder what happened to his clan.”
Claudus growled and gave a step towards the jaguar king. One of the warriors immediately put a spear in front of him to remind him of his current situation.
“What are you implying Baal?!”
“My, my. I’m not implying anything Claudus. I merely wonder.” The king chuckled and continued his pacing.
“To go to the point. Even when you are a tad bit egotistical, it’d be a shame to end your line and the inherent power it has. Taking into account that it’d be two powerful lines, for the tigers also had their special abilities. And Thundera is a very resourceful city that for some reason is stuck into complacence. There hadn’t been a lot of progress in here, but it has potential. It may only need a push in the right direction. I have successfully conquered the city and its resources, it’d be nice to include the inherited capabilities of your line into mine.”
Claudus was still growling under his breath. He thought he was starting to have an idea of what the jaguar was aiming for.
“An alliance between the clans often requires the mating of the heirs of course, if it’s on equal footing. When it’s not it’s acceptable for other members of the royals’ families to mate.” Baal continued, Claudus grunted at having part of his suspicions confirmed.
“I have no daughters. Such an alliance would have to wait a few years, unless you have one and are actually considering to let your heir out of this.”
The jaguar actually chuckled at that statement.
“Oh Claudus, don’t try to be daft with me. You know perfectly well that a mating does not have to be between a male and a female. And you have two fine sons to do the job quite nicely.”
Tygra was just barely able to conceal his gasp. Baal spared him a glance, but he could tell that the young prince was aghast. No doubt the tiger knew what was going to be expected of him, since he was both the oldest and not in direct line to succeed his father. The other prince had a worried frown on his face. He was not getting the big picture, but understood enough to be concerned.
Claudus would surely try to get his youngest son out of the deal. He was the heir after all, and the jaguar had no doubt that his lion counterpart would fight to have his line untarnished. He was curious to see if the recently deposed lord of the Thundercats would willingly offer his adopted son instead of his blood-heir. Claudus looked ready to explode.
“They both are too young to even think of mating.”
“Nonsense. Both are already past childhood, and biologically capable to mate already. It’s about time my only son gets serious in his duty to our line. Besides, it’s not really your choice, is it Claudus? It’s for the good of the kingdom.”
Jaga interceded then, because Claudus was incensed, pointing out the only thing that could make the king Baal reconsider.
“A mating like that would certainly guarantee a strong alliance, but it’ll end with both royal lines. There’d be no heirs, not from the mating per se at least.”
The jaguar looked amused at the cleric counsellor.
“Let me worry about that. I assure you that everything has been considered.” He returned to look at the lion and his smirk widened a fraction. “So, what is going to be Claudus? This is a point we must settle before we go over the rest of the agreement, as is the one point that’d decide the necessity of a treaty at all.”
Claudus was glaring daggers at the jaguar, truly enraged at the perspective of having to trade one of his sons for the survival of the city.
“If you are doing this in the hopes to assure that the Sword of Omens works for you or your descendants, you can forget it Baal. The Sword only recognizes the true Lord of the Thundercats!”
The laugh that answered the lion’s words was nothing but truly honest. Baal took a moment to take the Sword out and examine it.
“An interesting theory, but what use do I have for the Sword of Omens? It may be powerful, I’d give you that, but I, unlike you Claudus, do not need the approval of a weapon to know that I. Am. The. King.”
He sheathed the sword again and returned to their previous argument.
“Do not get yourself distracted Claudus. Come on! I’d even be considerate enough to let you choose which one of your sons you want to honour our peace pact.”
The jaguar was paying close attention not only to the lion in front of him, but at the young princes too. He noticed Tygra closing his eyes briefly, already accepting his fate, while unconsciously pushing Lion-O slightly behind him. The young lion had his brother’s arm in a death grip, and was looking wide-eyed at his father, like he couldn’t believe that the king of Thundera was actually complying.
Claudus clenched his fists as cold fury ran through him. He really didn’t have a choice. He had no doubt that the jaguar would kill everyone in the city without a second thought if his wishes were not granted. With a heavy heart he turned his head towards his sons, wanting to convey with his eyes how sorry he was. Both boys looked at him for an instant. He could tell that Lion-O was not really scared for himself, but for his brother. At his young age, the lion could grasp enough of the situation to know that he was the one his father would want to protect the most. Claudus looked at his oldest son, mentally asking for forgiveness for what he was about to do. He felt his mouth go dry as he gave his answer.
“Tygra.”
The tiger only nodded and bit his lip, his eyes lowered downcast. Lion-O’s pupils dilated and with an audible No he tried to run to his father. Tygra caught his arm on time and pulled him at his side again, giving him a stern look, silently ordering him to stay put and not say anything. Lion-O grimaced at his brother, clearly not happy, but obeying. Baal grinned at the two boys to show his pleasure.
“Excellent. Now we can move to more logistical concerns. The princes are excused.”
Claudus watched as Tygra and Lion-O were escorted out of the throne room, both visibly shaken. Tygra managed to compose himself enough to look detached from the whole situation, and didn’t even try to look back. Claudus closed his eyes, and prayed for his son to understand. He hoped that at least his tiger would be allowed to say his goodbyes to his brother and himself.
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Tygra was confined to his room for the three hours that took the clans to get to a reasonable agreement. He had been separated from his brother, who had protested loudly while the warriors had taken him to his own room, but it was fine with Tygra. He didn’t want Lion-O close to him at the moment. He didn’t want to explain what was about to happen and why. He understood his father’s decision, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t bitter about it.
He had been permitted to pack one bag, and he had done so under the vigilant eyes of his appointed guard. He had been almost sure that he wouldn’t be allowed his whip, but had risked it all the same, and had been pleasantly surprised when the jaguar hadn’t batted an eye at him packing his weapon. He supposed that as long as he didn’t try to use it, it was fine if he kept it.
He was looking out of his window, towards the clerisy building, thinking absently that he wasn’t going to have a chance to say goodbye to Cheetara. He heard his door opening and he turned around with a scowl to face the jaguar warrior that was at the entrance of his room.
“It’s time to go prince Tygra.”
The tiger nodded and, getting hold of his bag, followed his guard morosely to the front yard. There, he was reunited with his brother, who took him by surprise hugging him tightly. Tygra caressed his brother’s mane absently, thinking that the young lion was there to say goodbye, until he noticed the travel bag at Lion-O’s shoulders.
“L-Lion-O. What are you doing here?”
“The jaguar said that I’m going with you.”
“What?”
Tygra was aghast. Surely that was not part of the agreement. One of the warriors ordered them to move, and they were guided to the front of the line, where Baal and his shamans were starting to move to get out of the palace and the partially destroyed city. Tygra tried to talk to the king, but Baal only glanced at them, and once he was sure that both princes were there he gave the order to leave.
The young tiger didn’t know what to do. He caught sight of the king’s son, Jareid, and pulled on his arm before he walked away.
“Wait! My brother shouldn’t be here!”
The jaguar prince looked at him with a hint of amusement.
“Of course he should. He’s coming with us after all.”
“B-but, why? I thought there was an agreement! I’m going with you so you leave my people in peace! Lion-O…”
“He’s Claudus’ blood-heir. You don’t honestly believe that my father would leave him here, to be taught that the Sword of Omens should be his, and have to deal later with a young king who wants what’s supposedly his back. Also, with both of you living with us, Claudus would think twice about breaking the pact that they had signed.”
Tygra was speechless. He realized that Baal’s intention had always been to take both of them away. What had been the point to get Claudus to agree to a mating then? Had it been only to see if they were better off dead?
Jareid smiled to him and took his chin, caressing his lower lip with a thumb. Tygra froze, and his eyes widened in sudden fear. It was the first time that the jaguar prince was that close to him, and he was finally able to compare their height. Tygra’s body was still developing, and had not finished his growth. He barely reached the jaguar’s shoulders. Jareid chuckled at his discomfort and leaned over him to whisper to his ear.
“Don’t worry handsome. You’re still my choice for mate.”
Tygra gasped and freed himself from the jaguar’s grasp. Prince Jareid winked at him and turned to walk away. Of all the…!
The tiger was greatly discomfited, and didn’t utter a word while they walked out of the city. He kept Lion-O by his side, and tried not to think about their father or the fate that awaited them.
Unbeknownst to him, Claudus was watching the small delegation of the Jaguar’s army leave. With his two sons. The lion was seething with ire. Not only he had learned that two of his own councillors had betrayed him, he had also been forced to surrender his paternity rights to Baal. There was nothing he could do at the moment, but he promised, that one day he’d recover what was his. At least Tygra and Lion-O would be together. He hoped that they’d be fine, and that the jaguar prince respected their agreement and wouldn’t touch his younger son.
“If only Panthro and Grune had been here.”
“I doubt that the outcome would have been different.” Said Jaga behind him. “I don’t know where the jaguars got that power, but nothing we did seemed to affect them. At least Baal won’t be able to use the Sword of Omens.”
“Are you sure Jaga?”
“The Sword only obeys the true king, and would never acknowledge an evil master. The jaguars rely too much on dark magic for the Sword to accept the commands of their king.”
“I hope you’re right. But it’d really be small consolation.”
The lion looked as the jaguars exited what was left of the city to reunite with the rest of their army. They disappeared inside a curtain of heavy black smoke that was surrounding Thundera. They had used that to hide their army and turn their attack more lethal. The Thunderians hadn’t even seen them coming.
Claudus half hoped to take a look at the army that had so easily destroyed the city’s defences. But when the smoke lifted, there was nothing to look at.
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Tygra was so absorbed in his own depressive thoughts that he didn’t notice the moment they walked trough the black smoke. He barely heard his brother’s exited gasp. It wasn’t until Lion-O pulled his arm and called him urgently that he lifted his eyes.
“Tygra! Look!”
“What do you…? For the…!”
The tiger gaped at the… thing in front of him. It was not possible! Lion-O was about to jump up and down in excitement.
“It’s a ship Tygra! Like the ones in the stories!”
It wasn’t just a ship. Tygra gulped while he took his first look at the jaguars’ army. There were many vehicles that looked like they could fly at high speed, and a few larger ships hovering in the air. The biggest one was on the ground right in front of them, no doubt waiting for them to board. The tiger now understood why the Thunderian army had had no chance. He hadn’t testified the battle per se, they had attacked at night and he had been told to remain in his room. But he had seen many lights that had seemed to come out of nowhere and lighted the dark sky.
A few soldiers separated from the group and climbed on some individual pods. They took to the air quickly and apparently got inside one of the larger ships. Tygra was baffled. Dark magic his pants! This had nothing to do with magic! Technology was supposed to be a myth! How in the great thunder had the jaguars done this?
“Whiskers.”
He didn’t want to get inside the ship, but he had no choice. The warriors almost pushed him to get him walking again. Jareid noticed his reticence and came at his side.
“Come on Tygra. You’re gonna like it.”
He really doubted it, but they entered the ship, and Lion-O was fascinated with the big metal structure. There was ample space for fifty people, and racks of weapons along one side of the ship. They were guided to a row of seats, just behind the cockpit and ordered to sit down. As soon as everyone was ready, the doors closed and the ship took to the air noiselessly. Tygra could feel that they were flying, but they were pretty much isolated. There wasn’t a single window or other way to see outside, and they couldn’t look into the cockpit. That made Tygra nervous, as he would have liked to know where they were going, but Lion-O was happy looking at everything in the ship. Not that there was that much to look at, but the young lion soon started to make all kinds of questions to the soldiers that were with them.
Tygra sighed, seeing that Lion-O had forgotten their predicament for the moment. He wished he could do that. He was still too nervous and scared to even enjoy the discovery of technology. He felt someone sitting beside him, and he looked up to find Jareid there. Great. Just great. As if he wasn’t anxious enough.
He tried to glare at the cat, but found that he really didn’t want to even look at him. Jareid was ten years his senior, an adult by every account. Tygra was afraid of what was to happen once they arrived to Ix-Maal, the jaguar’s city. He had never thought that he would find himself mated at such a young age, and to an older male on top of that. He knew pretty well what was the role he was expected to take in such an arrangement.
A hand caressed the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Tygra bolted from the seat, and glared at the jaguar who just smirked at him. Lion-O interrupted his conversation with the soldier to look at him worriedly.
“Tygra? Are you ok?”
The tiger nodded to his brother, trying to make it seem that he just wanted to stretch his legs. Lion-O turned his head towards Jareid, and Tygra’s blood ran cold when he saw the jaguar smirking and extending a hand to touch his brother’s cheek.
“My. Aren’t you one curious little kit?”
Lion-O instinctively pulled back when Jareid’s thumb caressed his lips. Tygra was back on his seat in an instant, presenting a barrier between the jaguar and his brother. He told Lion-O to continue his talk with the soldier, and even smiled at him. The lion glanced nervously at the smirking jaguar, but complied with his brother’s wishes and soon was again engrossed on talk about technology.
Jareid’s hand was on Tygra’s neck again, and the tiger closed his eyes tightly. He didn’t want the jaguar’s hands on him, but he had understood the message clearly. He was going to be mated to Jareid, but there was nothing that stopped the jaguar from touching Lion-O if he so wanted. And the older prince had just made clear that it’d be Tygra’s job to make sure that he didn’t want to.
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Tygra endured Jareid’s attentions for the two hours that took the ship to arrive to its destination in a tense silence. Thankfully, the jaguar was content with just touching him over the clothes. Tygra made a great effort to prevent himself from bolting away again on two occasions. The first when the jaguar’s hand had run down his back and toyed dangerously with the hem of his trousers, and the other when Jareid caressed his left tight and stopped short of touching his groin. Tygra’s entire body stiffened then, and he almost let go a loud yelp. He gulped instead and looked at the jaguar with loathing.
Lion-O noticed his brother’s body go tense and pressed himself to the tiger’s right side, trying to comfort him. Tygra appreciated the sentiment, but didn’t really feel better. In fact, having his brother so close to him when someone was blatantly molesting him was making his situation worse. He tried to remain calm for his brother’s sake, and had almost succeeded in relaxing a bit, when the ship suddenly stopped.
The tiger escaped as hastily as he could from the jaguar’s hands, earning a chuckle from his future mate, and tried his best to not turn to glare. He retrieved his bag and followed the soldiers out of the ship, along with Lion-O.
They emerged to a big courtyard, where every other ship had landed. There was movement everywhere and Tygra felt slightly overwhelmed. Wherever he turned were soldiers, with weapons he had never seen before. People were helping with the ships and other vehicles, some small like the hovering pods, and others larger, but didn’t look like ships. It seemed like they were in some sort of keeping place for the war gear. Their guards guided them along the courtyard, and Tygra noticed that they were following the king. At the distance he could see the towers of a palace.
They finally arrived to the end of the courtyard and the big gate that was there opened to reveal an ample stone yard. At the other side of the yard was one entrance to the palace. Tygra got a partial look of the place that was going to be his home from then on. He could not really appreciate it entirely, but it looked like it was built from white stone, it apparently was as big as Thundera’s palace. He could see no battlements, but the parapets and the roof were golden.
He didn’t have much time to look more. They entered to some kind of service hall, where a tall female jaguar with black mane was waiting for them. Tygra guessed that she was the queen. At her side was a girl of about eight years old, who immediately ran towards the king.
“Dad! You’re here!”
“Ah, Yeana. I see you missed me!”
“She wouldn’t stop asking when you’d be returning.”
Baal greeted his mate while his daughter hugged Jareid. Queen Xilara turned then towards the two young cats that accompanied her husband.
“Well, what do we have here?”
“Princes Tygra and Lion-O are going to be living with us from now on.”
The king made the necessary presentations. Tygra and Lion-O greeted the queen and princess formally, and earned a pleased smile from them. Xilara didn’t look particularly surprised to see them there. In fact, she congratulated her mate for his victory and the alliance he had obtained, showing that she had known the plans beforehand. Tygra didn’t know what to make of that, so he stayed quiet. Xilara also told Baal that his people were waiting for him to announce his return.
The jaguar called a servant and instructed him to show the two princes their rooms, and made sure that they were installed and ready for dinner in an hour. Then he called the head of his shamans and his commander, and walked away with his family.
Tygra and Lion-O were guided in another direction, to the keep of the palace. They walked through ample halls and climbed two sets of stairs. Everything was built with the same white stone, red rugs were along the floors, and tapestries and portraits covered the walls. Here and there they could see the influence of technology in the palace. Like the light. There weren’t any torches. The illumination seemed to flow from the roof. Also, the doors they encountered were without a handle or any kind of keyhole. Tygra was wondering how they were opened, when they met another servant just entering the last corridor.
“Ah, Bengali. Good you’re already here. Prince Tygra, meet your personal assistant.”
Tygra gaped. He barely recovered to greet the white tiger that was in front of him. It was an adult tiger, but still looked young, possibly around thirty. At his side Lion-O beamed enthusiastically.
“You’re a tiger too!” Said the young lion. Tygra looked embarrassed at his brother’s outburst, but Bengali only smiled.
“Yes, I am little one. Why don’t you go with Xiao here to your room? I’m sure you’re going to like it. You’ll see your brother later.”
Lion-O nodded and went with the jaguar servant. Tygra looked as his brother was taken to a door a few meters away from his, on the other side of the corridor. As soon as both Lion-O and his companion disappeared, he turned to look at the white tiger.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that we had never seen another tiger before. I-I…”
“Don’t worry about it. There aren’t many of us anymore. Come, I’d show you your room.”
He pressed his hand at the doorframe and they heard a beep. The door didn’t open like Tygra was expecting. It slid inside of the wall, leaving the opening for them to enter. The tiger looked in bafflement at the door. He hoped that the servant would teach him how to open it, or he was going to be trapped in the room. He gulped in nervousness, thinking that maybe that was Baal’s intention, to keep both brothers prisoners in their own rooms until he pleased.
Therefore, he gave a sigh of relief when Bengali showed him not only how the door worked, but also the lights, and other things that used technology. It was an ample room. The walls were white, with some green tapestries where the bed was. There was a forest-green rug by the bed, two bedside tables with lamps, two armchairs near a small table and a big window at the other side of the bed. The white tiger helped him with the few things he had packed and showed him an en-suite bathroom, complete with a walk-in closet. Tygra was instructed to clean himself and get ready for dinner. Bengali would be waiting for him outside the room.
Once alone, Tygra started to move mechanically. He didn’t even see the clothes that the white tiger had prepared for him. If he stopped and gave himself time to think, everything was going to come crashing into him. He took a shower and was dressed and ready in twenty-five minutes. His clothes were a deep purple colour, with some patches of a lighter tone, long sleeves, and black boots to go with them. He absently thought that he preferred royal blue, but squashed the thought away. He was not going to think about home at all.
He was in front of a full body mirror, without really seeing himself. He was starting to tremble, when a knock and a noise at the door signalled that Bengali had gotten impatient.
“Ready prince? It’s time.” The white tiger said, not un-gently, noticing that the boy was one step from falling apart.
Tygra nodded and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He wasn’t going to lose his dignity in front of the royal couple. It had been bad enough to do it in the ship, allowing Jareid to touch him as he had pleased.
He followed Bengali out of the room, and joined a still marvelled Lion-O, who didn’t stop talking about all the things in his room to his brother. Tygra soon noticed that the young lion wasn’t as enthusiastic as he had believed before. Once he was paying more attention to his brother, Tygra realized that the lion’s smiles looked forced, and his mannerisms were a bit exaggerated. Lion-O was trying to distract himself and his big brother in the only way he could think of. No doubt the boy was doing the same thing as Tygra, and refusing to acknowledge their situation.
The tiger stopped his brother in mid-sentence before they entered the dinning hall, and hugged him tightly. He muttered in the lion’s mane.
“Calm down Lion-O. We’d be ok. I’m here.”
The lion hugged his brother too, and nodded. He was more relaxed when they entered the hall.
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Dinner was uneventful. Tygra and Lion-O weren’t required to talk much, but they were forced to listen to Baal’s tale about the battle and some of the clauses of the treaty. They briefly went over Tygra’s mating to Jareid, and how the tiger was to be presented to the counsel and the citizens. They were informed that the mating ritual was to be celebrated in a year, to give Tygra enough time to come to terms with it. That had been a special request of Claudus in consideration to his son’s young age. Baal saw no harm in granting it.
Tygra didn’t think that he’d ever get used to the idea of being mated to a male, but kept his thoughts to himself. There were so many things that could happen in a year. He was sure that his father was counting on being able to come with something to retrieve them in that time. He hoped Claudus could find a way out of the agreement, but he wasn’t too optimistic.
Lion-O was anxious. Listening to the adults talking had forced him to acknowledge the extent of their situation, and specially his brother’s new role. He inwardly cursed their poor preparation, their luck, technology, wars, and jaguars in general. He didn’t know what he could do to give support to his brother, what he did know was that the tiger would likely try to deal with the whole ordeal on his own. He worried about Tygra. His brother was so stubborn he’d likely make things harder for himself.
They were dismissed when dinner ended, and sent to their rooms. Before they parted ways in the hallway, Lion-O looked seriously at his brother.
“Tygra? Are you going to be ok?”
The tiger had his lips pressed in a tight line. It was evident to the little lion that his brother was upset. He wished the tiger would talk to him and let him help, but Tygra only sighed and offered his brother a stressed smile.
“Of course. You don’t have to worry about me Lion-O. Go to sleep.”
Lion-O was about to protest. He hated to be the youngest. No one ever took him seriously. He felt that Tygra underestimated him. He wanted to help. But before he could say anything, Xiao, the servant that had been appointed as his assistant, put a hand on his shoulder and hastily pulled him towards his own room. Lion-O looked up and glared at the jaguar, but saw that the servant’s attention was beyond their little group. Lion-O turned to see Jareid walking towards them with that exuberant smirk of his firmly in place. Lion-O looked anxiously at his brother. He didn’t want to leave Tygra alone with the jaguar prince, but the tiger had also noticed Jareid’s approach and with a movement of his head signalled Lion-O to leave.
“Come prince Lion-O. Your brother is going to be fine.” The servant muttered to him.
Lion-O was not too sure about the jaguar’s asseveration, but he had no choice. He followed Xiao to the room, praying that Tygra would really be ok.
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No sooner had Lion-O and his guard, because that was what the assistants were, entered the room than Tygra felt Jareid’s looming presence over him.
“Bengali, the prince and I need to talk, you wouldn’t be required tonight.”
Bengali lifted an eyebrow at the jaguar. After a moment’s hesitation, he said hastily.
“My prince, I really don’t think it’s proper for you to be visiting your intended at this late hour.”
Tygra was astonished at the white tiger’s temerity. He didn’t want the feline to get in trouble, but at the same time prayed for Jareid to listen to that piece of advice. To his surprise the jaguar laughed.
“Come on Bengali! Don’t be such a prudish! I only wish to talk to my future mate, and I think that the hour shouldn’t be a concern in this case. Besides, you were instructed to follow my orders in anything regarding the princes.”
Bengali huffed and crossed his arms.
“Must you do this now? The boy has just left his home, he deserves some time to adjust.”
“And he’d have it as soon as I’m done. Don’t worry, I’m not going to break him. Yet.”
That sentence didn’t reassure Tygra in the slightest. Bengali pressed his lips together, and looked like he was about to scream. Jareid stopped him before he could utter a word.
“If it makes you feel better, you can wait for me outside. Now, excuse us.”
The jaguar opened the door and pushed Tygra inside the room. He entered immediately behind and closed the door in the face of one very displeased white tiger.
As soon as the door was secured, Jareid turned to his fiancé. The orange tiger had practically run as far as the room allowed him, cornering himself in the process. He was scared, and it was all too evident. Jareid licked his lips. The still developing teen was going to be a very handsome feline, with a strong muscular body, and no doubt incredibly flexible. And was his. His property, to do as he pleased. The thought of having that excellent body under him, crying in agony and pleasure as he claimed it, was enough to make him hard.
He approached the tiger with determination. He wasn’t planning to reassure the boy, or give him time to get used to the idea of a mating. That was pure bullshit. The Thunderian prince needed to know that he belonged to Jareid, and that his life and everything in it depended on the jaguar’s wishes.
When he was a few steps away from his intended, Tygra realized his mistake and tried to escape to the centre of the room, but Jareid caught his arm and forced him into the corner again. Tygra rebelled and tried to fight the jaguar’s strong grasp. Jareid was amused at his efforts and after a few moments he easily trapped the tiger’s wrists and turned him over, pressing the boy’s face against the wall. He grounded his hips against the prince’s buttocks and moved, so the teen could feel his erection rubbing through the clothes.
Tygra froze. He was trapped, and their bodies were so close together, making the difference in their heights painfully evident. The tiger started to shake in fear. He couldn’t escape, he could barely move, the friction on his behind was driving him mad.
Jareid grabbed both slender wrists with only one hand, and with the other took hold of his captive’s jaw, forcing Tygra to lean slightly backwards. The teen whimpered and fought to move, but Jareid’s grasp was firm. The jaguar’s mouth was suddenly at Tygra’s ear, muttering quietly while thrusting his hips.
“I can’t wait to get inside of you. I bet that you’re all tight and hot.”
Tygra gasped as Jareid’s tongue licked his ear. Desperately he tried again to move. He had to get away!
“N-no. T-they said that I-I have a year.”
Jareid chuckled in his ear and gave him a nibble with his teeth.
“Of course. In a year, our mating would be recognized as official. In the meantime, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t enjoy the delicious body of my future mate.”
Tygra almost cried in desperation. Jareid turned him around to face him and took hold of the back of his neck and his rear. His legs were pushed apart by the jaguar’s knee, and soon he found himself almost riding the cat’s thigh that was rubbing against his groin. He was lifted towards the jaguar’s mouth; his toes were barely touching the floor.
“N-no… p-please…”
The tiger’s hands were on Jareid’s shoulders, vainly trying to push him away. Jareid paid no mind to his begging. With a sudden movement he reclaimed the prince’s mouth in a forceful kiss. Tygra’s eyes widened in utter shock. He was terrified, and in his panic he clenched his mouth shut and bit Jareid’s lip. The jaguar made a surprised noise, but didn’t retreat. He squeezed the teen’s buttocks, and pinched them painfully, making the tiger gasp. He returned the bite and Tygra cried this time, allowing him to completely invade the young mouth.
Tygra was clawing the jaguar’s shoulders, but Jareid didn’t care. The tiger needed air, he felt like he was drowning.
Finally, Jareid ended the kiss, and Tygra breathed deeply, trying to get as much air as he could. The jaguar smirked at the bloodied lips and licked them, eliciting a whimper from his victim.
“If you bite, my little tiger, I bite twice as hard.”
He kissed Tygra again, this time without any kind of resistance. The boy was as good as petrified and only wanted the nightmare to end.
Jareid’s mouth moved from Tygra’s lips to the right side of his neck. The jaguar reaffirmed his hold on the teen’s rear and the base of his head, and bite with enough force to draw blood. Tygra cried in pain. He pushed his assailant’s shoulders with all the strength he could muster, but he didn’t have any leverage and Jareid was way stronger than him.
The jaguar made sure that he had Tygra adequately balanced on his thigh with the wall’s support. His mouth didn’t release the teen’s neck, his bite kept the tiger in place while he freed his erection from his trousers. His other hand went under Tygra’s clothes and touched the soft fur for the first time. He continued molesting the tiger’s butt while he captured one of the thin wrists and pulled the smaller hand downwards. He put Tygra’s hand on his erection and covered it with his own, forcing the teen’s fingers to curl around his shaft and guiding the up and down movement along it.
Tygra gasped in pain and shame. With his eyes tightly closed and clenched teeth, he did his best to endure the abuse. At some point he thought he was going to throw up and tried desperately to detach himself, to not think.
It was an eternity before warm liquid covered his hand and arm, and he knew that his assailant had finished. He trembled at the thought that maybe the jaguar was only beginning and would take him that very night. He prayed to every deity he knew that Jareid was satisfied.
Apparently, he was lucky because Jareid quickly composed himself and his hand returned to Tygra’s neck.
“Not too bad. Next time it could be your mouth down there. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”
Tygra couldn’t be more terrified than he was at the moment. Jareid licked the angry red mark he had left in the youth’s neck, and smirked proudly.
“You’re going to make sure to show that off. Everyone has to know that you’re mine. Do you understand?”
The tiger gave a tiny nod, and the jaguar finally let him go. He lifted the teen’s chin one last time and kissed the bruised lips gently. He dried with his thumb a few tears that had escaped the brown eyes and smiled.
“You see my future mate, if you’re a good little tiger life can be quite pleasurable for you. If you decide to be difficult, then I’d have to be very rough with you. Either way is fine by me.”
He turned around after giving one last kiss to the shocked tiger. Tygra looked in a daze as his abuser exited the room. He couldn’t move. He was only standing because the wall at his back was supporting his weight.
Bengali entered to find a mess of the Thunderian prince. Tygra’s entire body was trembling uncontrollably, his hands were clenched at his sides, and his eyes were glazed and unfocused. There was blood on his lips and neck and possibly other bruises. The smell of the room and the viscous liquid on Tygra’s hand gave the servant a good idea of what had happened.
The white tiger bristled in fury. Pompous, egotistical, bastard! There was no need to leave the young prince in this state! If he wanted to show off his strength he could do it with someone who could actually fight back!
He carefully approached the teen, who gave no indication of noticing him.
“Prince Tygra? Look at me.”
Tygra’s eyes didn’t move. He was in shock. Bengali cursed his bastard of a prince again.
“Come Tygra. Let’s get you cleaned and into bed.”
The young tiger put no resistance when he guided him to the bathroom. He cleaned the youth’s face and hands with water and a soft cloth; and then helped him to change into comfortable pyjamas. Tygra moved mechanically and didn’t utter a sound. Bengali took him to the bed and tucked him inside the covers. Tygra curled and made a protective cocoon around himself. Bengali sighed and left him be. He exited the room quietly, praying that the young prince was more responsive the next day.
Once he sensed he was alone, Tygra let go a wrenching sob. He was ashamed of himself. He felt dirty and humiliated. If this was going to be his life, it was better to be dead. The tears started to run freely down his cheeks, and he cried silently until he fell asleep from exhaustion.
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