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his lover’s body like a gutted kizaz. His pet, tethered too close
    to them for comfort, had retreated to the extent of the leash and was watching him warily with wide eyes, his
    unbound hair all around his body. “Sorry, Kirin,” Gredar murmured, apologising for frightening him.
    “Never mind your paznit animal, get off me.”
    Gredar growled at the blatant disrespect from his inferior, and dug a reprimanding claw in Filwui’s
    haunch, making him whine, before climbing off him.
    Filwui flopped on the bed. “That was....”
    “Most peculiar,” Gredar said, sitting next to him. His kala still twitched as if it would be ready for
    another round. He didn’t know where the energy for this was coming from at all.
    “I was going to say, ‘wonderful’.” Filwui flicked an ear at him. “I have a new appreciation for why
    you wanted this thing for a pet. Does your mother know about this?”
    “No, and you’re not to tell her.”
    Filwui sat up on his elbows to look at him. “Why not?”
    “Because it’s...torgu.”
    Filwui scoffed. “It’s not. It’s just another oddity about your pet. Now if we could put whatever it is he
    produces into a pot, we could increase the clan wealth a thousand fold overnight! Lend him to me so I can....”
    “No. Leave him alone, Filwui. I won’t have him milked. He’s too...rare for that.”
    “Exactly. A rarity to exploit.”
    Gredar growled in warning, really annoyed. “No. I have spoken, kitling.”
    “I’m sorry.” Filwui’s tail coiled around Gredar submissively. “I was just...surprised by all that.”
    “Me too.” Gredar moved closer to his pet, and got hold of his leash. “I need to finish settling him in
    and then I’ve got work to do—I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Filwui cocked his head as if he hadn’t been expecting a dismissal, but Gredar hadn’t been back a sun
    pass and he’d told the simple truth. He was only waiting for Kirin’s bed and toilet box to be brought up, and
    then he had to get on.
    “Tomorrow then.” Filwui reached over and patted Kirin on the head. “Farewell, baldy.”
    “Filwui....”
    “Going—see you!”
    Gredar flicked his tail in amused irritation as his grooming mate departed. “Isn’t he mean, Kirin?” He
    stroked his pet’s face. “Now, let me sort out all this elsart hair of yours and you can rest while I work.”
    ~~~~~~~~
    The new male had handled him carelessly and painfully and though ‘Xexe’ seemed less than happy
    with that, he hadn’t stopped him. That was when Temin realised his smugness over manipulating his new
    owner was ridiculous. Had he really thought he could make these beasts do a damn thing they didn’t want?
    He was just a toy to them. He could still feel the paws—the fingers—of the other male on him, stimulating
    him against his will, the rough tongue on his dick making him hard even through his terror at what was going
    to happen to him. And then those huge bodies rutting almost on top of him, coming close to crushing him—
    he really thought he’d been about to die. He was still shaking.
    But now Xexe was trying to soothe him by grooming him, and if Temin was to be a good little pet, he
    would have to be soothed, even though he couldn’t stop trembling. He desperately wanted to cover himself,
    win some privacy, but pets didn’t have privacy—who’d think they needed it?
    As he brushed and braided Temin’s hair, Xexe made little chirruping noises that sounded enquiring in
    tone—but Temin didn’t know if his owner was asking him if he was all right, telling him to settle the sheft
    down, or something else. He clenched his fists and bit back the sudden urge to scream and scream his
    frustration until his throat broke—it would do no good, and undo the progress he’d made, little as it was.
    Xexe’s hands on his hair, so slow and careful for all their enormous size, reminded him of Jeng, and
    that memory, twisted up though it was with one of unwelcome alien hands on him, made