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Princess' Pet [ Bear & Rook10 ]

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A living statue. That's what she felt like, standing in the doorway and staring at the two of them. Her mind felt like a horrible torrent of emotions and thoughts that were flying at top speed. Her horrified eyes moved from her destroyed bed to the two of them on it, locked together still by his length. Elle fought with herself for a long moment before swinging wide the door, turning away from the two of them. "Guards!" She didn't know what else to do, as she had lost the fight for her dignity, tears flowing freely down her face.

The cavalry, so to speak, arrived before she could call out for them again, rushing in the door with swords drawn. Nyla hadn't moved from her spot on the bed, positively purring at the fact they had been caught red-handed. Even more pleased by the princess' visible distress, "Guards, please escort these two away." She was choking on her words, wiping her face with her sleeve, "Just get them out of here!"
 
It took a few minutes before the guards could properly separate the two. Fortunately the situation did wonders for Ulven's knot shrinking up and allowing a copious amount of his seed to spill freely from Nyla once he was removed. The guards kept swords pressed to their necks as they led them out of the chambers. Ulven had nothing he could say for himself and knew the best thing he could do for the moment was remain silent though his tail was tucked between his legs and his ears flopped to the sides of his head. It was quite clear he was ashamed of himself. Nyla on the other hand couldn't wipe the smile off her face if she tried, strutting past Elle and even being so bold as to look at her as she passed.

The guards led them both to the dungeon chambers beneath the castle and had them shackled in adjacent cells with the standard single guard posted just down the hall and beyond a wooden door. Ulven was still trying to determine what to expect. Surely Elle had over reacted to the scene but he wasn't sure the effects would be reversible. They could both very well be put to death though he wasn't sure it would come to that. That Nyla, this was all her fault! He looked over and snarled, "Are you happy now? You've gone and ruined everything!"
 
Even though she was shackled and put up in the dungeons, Nyla saw herself as the triumphant winner of the match. She had fought the princess, prim and proper ruler-to-be, and had come out victorious. She'd won the one prize that Elle had never been able to have - Ulven.

"Ruined everything? Don't you see? I've set you free. Now you don't have to worry about that stupid girl and pretend to be a good pet. You don't have to sleep in her bed anymore, don't have to worry about her trying to be your mate... You don't have to deal with her at all. That's what you wanted, deep down at least. You can't deny that you wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to fuck you. It was only a matter of time."
 
There was no way in hell that Ulven was going to admit any of that to her, even the small truth some of it held. "Oh because this is so much better right? We might die! Do you understand that?" He huffed in frustration, then a thought occurred to him. There had been a reason he fucked Nyla in Elle's bed to begin with and it wasn't a kinky one. "Nyla, you said Gunter had told you something, what was it? I think I deserve to know all things considered."
 
Oh. Well he was being no sort of fun. She'd expected him to at least have a bit more fun, but he didn't seem to be in the mood. "Oh, come on now. Do you really think that the princess will let you get sentenced to death? Me, maybe, but you know I have my ways around the human laws." She said, twirling her tail around with a smirk, "She'll come running back to you, just like she always does." There was a hint of bitterness in her voice at that, her purr turning to a growl.

And ah, now he'd remembered why he had given in to her in the first place. Even if she'd won the battle, it seemed that the princess was still leading the war. He didn't stop thinking about her for long, it seemed. "Fine, I suppose you did do what I wanted..." She sighed, reluctant to let her juicy bit of information go. Nyla wne to the full extent of her restraints, pressing to the bars of her cage. "Tonight, your princess will give it up to the prince... Break her vow of virginity... He'll marry her, sure, it's what's expected... But I'm afraid their marriage will be short-lived... As will the king..."
 
Ulven's blood ran cold and there was silence for a long moment then the clang of chains and the echoes of his roar filled the dungeon as her threw himself at the bars separating him and Nyla. He snapped his jaws and growled, "You bitch! You knew something like that and instead of telling me you pull that nonsense and now we can't do anything about it!" If she had told him to begin with he could have warned Elle and maybe saved her and the King but now? Now anything either of them said would be considered just them trying to save themselves.

"Was that your plan all along!? Get me in this cell so I couldn't do anything? Did Gunter promise you safety? A special place in his harem where you'd be well fed? How despicable can you be!?" Ulven was furious, his furry was great enough that the guard slammed his armored fist against the door for them to be quiet or he would come in there and make them be so.
 
At the last moment she bounced back away from the bars, watching as he raged like the beast in the cage that he was. "My plan? My plan is to get away from this life style. His promises are awful, but his kingdom is better. I could be free... To do as I please, fuck who I want, when I want... I'll be appreciated for the creature I am instead of insulted."

She watched the guard, offering him a flirty smile and a wink, "Besides, Ulven... What could you have done to stop it? Who would believe you? You're just a dog. The princess is the only one that views you as more than that... Well, aside from me."
 
Ulven continued to snarl as he calmed down even if slightly. "Elle would have believed me, we would have thought of something together. Maybe even thrown in a good word for you with the King. Improve your standing in life." Ulven scoffed thinking back to the meal earlier. "Better? You think his Anthros get treated better? He brought a pack with him to the meal this morning, not one of them ate. They all looked scared and tired and jittery. Except for one, a little pup girl, barely the size of my head, probably still being weaned while Gunter waits till she's old enough to fuck as well! That's your improved life style, Nyla."
 
She rolled her eyes at how ridiculous he was, scoffing at his mention of the prince's entourage. "Do you think I'd be a part of his harem? To be tied down to one man? A human man, at that?" She started inspecting her shackles, using a sharp nail to start working on unlocking it. There was a moment of struggle before it fell from around her wrists, the smile back on her face. "I'll make a better life for myself. I don't depend on others to help me." She said, pressing up against the bars of her cage to reach through to the lock, working on it just like she'd done the shackle.

"Do you think she would believe you now? I doubt she even wants to see you." She teased, the memory of the princess' face burned against her mind, "Probably broke the little human's heart. Oh, pity me. My pet doesn't want me. Boo hoo."
 
Ulven snarled and yanked on his chains once more. The hook in the wall tugging just slightly but not enough to give any real hope. He wanted badly to say something but Nyla was right. He was out of options. Elle wouldn't listen to him and if she wouldn't nobody else would. There was no sense in him trying to call the guards on Nyla, she would work her way out one way or another. Realizing all of this Ulven just turned his back to Nyla and laid down on the cold stone floor of his cell. A small whimper escaped. He had been Elle's pet, her friend, his entire life. Now it was all gone, he wasn't even able to make her happy, he was limited by his species. He had lost the moment he had been born an anthro.
 
Nyla watched him as he struggled to get free, slipping away from him without another word. He was weak at the moment and that wasn't how she enjoyed him. She'd much prefer him angry. Besides, it wasn't like he would sit here for long. The guards would release him soon when the princess was ready to talk.

It was longer than Nyla had anticipated, but a guard did come. He didn't so much as look at Ulven as he released the beast, wiping his hands as if he'd sullied them by touching the beast. "You need to become a presentable pet for dinner. The king expects you to be present tonight."
 
Ulven proceeded out of the cell on all fours. He was certain he was to be made an example of for dinner. The guard escorted him to a trough of water where Ulven stood doused himself and shook just to try and knock some of his filth off. He wasn't a particularly dirty individual but fur would pick up anything and everything everywhere one went to include the dungeon. He was certain to remove any and all of Nyla's fur from his own as well as a small strand of the sheets they had ruined earlier. His finished by brushing off his loincloth and sitting down on all fours. He looked over at the guard though not in the eye and awaited further instructions.
(I'm sorry is Nyla still in the dungeon or did she escape?)
 
( Sorry, should have been more clear on that. She got out. )

The guard watched him shake off the dirt and fur, wrinkling his nose at the filth that was the anthro. Not everyone in the castle believed it to be a grand idea to keep them. "Wasn't there another of you?" He asked, motioning to the other empty cell, where Nyla had been kept. He thought about it for a minute, then stopped his line of questioning. "No, forget it. I don't want to meddle in the affairs of pets." He rolled his eyes and motioned for Ulven to follow. He was silent as he lead Ulven back to the princess' room, knocking before stepping in.

The bed was gone from the room, leaving open an empty space where it had been. The servants had worked quickly, as it had been a bother to the princess. "Your majesty, I have brought your pet." He bowed and motioned for Ulven to enter before leaving himself.

Elle had her back to him still, her attention more on the simple act of brushing her hair to prepare herself for dinner. She was using it as an excuse not to talk immediately, her hand gripping the brush so tight that her knuckles had turned white. After a long moment, she found only one thing to say -- "Why?"
 
Ulven snorted to clear his nostrils. Despite the servant's best efforts they hadn't been able to cleanse the room of every race of Nyla's musk. That sort of excitement was the last thing he needed to deal with right now. He kept his entire body low and looked at the ground in shame. "Nyla knew something and would not tell me, Your Highness. It was part of a deal." That was the best Ulven could muster at the moment. He couldn't open with the vague details Nyla had given him about Gunter's plot, he would just sound ridiculous, even to Elle.

He mentally cursed himself for not prying more details out of Nyla, not that he really could have at the time but still any information could have been useful. Of course the possibility still existed that Nyla was lying, somehow though Ulven knew that she was telling the truth. After all what could she gain by lying to him? Nothing, he no longer had the princess's trust and therefore had nothing left to lose save his life, he wasn't sure that would be worth keeping for much longer.
 
Try as she might to fight them, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing anew, her hands doing anything they could to keep herself busy. "A deal?" Her voice cracked a bit, her hurt apparent and jealousy even more so, "You were balls deep in her puss on my bed for the sake of a deal?" She made herself calm down, as that last part had been said rather loudly, and it would be worse for the both of them if her emotions got the best of her.

Elle did her best to quell her breaking heart, to ease herself back into that place where she could set her emotions to the side. "I thought you cared about me, Ulven." She whispered, low enough that even an eavesdropper wouldn't hear, but loud enough that he could hear her. "I... I even dared to love you."
 
Ulven shrunk at Elle's outburst. He knew nothing he said would fix any of this. The last words stung even more though, he knew that he had possibly done more damage than anyone could repair. "You know that I care about you." He took a step forward. "Nyla brought word of a plot fashioned by Gunter. He plans to overthrow the King and...and to be rid of you as well." It was not easy for him to say these things and knew that his words did not carry much weight. It was a question of what faith Elle might still have in her pet even after so much turmoil. "If I could have made her tell me some other way then I would have." He was solemn, he did not try to excuse his actions, only explain them as best he could.
 
Elle shook her head at his words, because in her mind there must have been some sort of misunderstanding. After all, he didn't have the full mental capacity as a human. "Ulven, please," She cut him off, "There is no plot against the throne. Even if there was one, it would never work. Do you really think that father would let that man take the throne of this kingdom with how he acts?" She was disgusted, and frankly still upset.

"I should have known that you couldn't deny your nature." She said after a long moment, wiping away a stray tear from her face with her sleeve, "Father told me that one day you would be unable to deny your nature and mate another anthro. He'd told me it would be inevitable. I was wrong for trying to stop that." She sighed, forcing herself to stop crying.

"Is that why you did it? To join the rest of your kind?"
 
It never ceased to amaze him, how one human could be so cunning and another so blind. The way she kept referring to him as just another common beast hurt him. As if his word carried no merit at all. "MY kind? And who might that be?" He raised up on his hind legs, angry now but keeping his voice low. "Is Nyla my kind? Is that it? Are we the only one's capable of lying, deceiving, and cheating? How blind are you to think that that male would be satisfied with only you!? That he would want to be married when he carries a harem with him to meet his betrothed!"

A gust of wind blew in through the open balcony and the scents of the outside world called to Ulven. For a moment he considered leaping out into that world and attempting to lose himself in it, leave behind all of this and be free. But no true freedom existed out there, he would be hunted, enslaved, treated just like a common dog. Yet it wasn't for any of those reasons that he stayed planted firmly where he stood. It was because he could not so easily abandon his pack as Nyla could.
 
"The anthro are your kind. And you remind me time and time again that we are not the same. You don't have to worry about Gunter because I won't be marrying him. I won't be going to his room tonight to bed him and I will not accept his offer to take my hand in marriage. I'm not so stupid as to marry a man that cares only for his cock." She spat the words back at him, infuriated that he would think so little of her to think she would go through with the wedding.

Elle slammed her brush back down on her vanity, tired of using it to occupy her mind, as it was now completely futile. "I see how you view me now, Ulven. I was wrong to have thought I could love you." This time, she didn't bother to lower her voice, as the damage had already been done. What worse could happen from saying it out loud?
 
"We are not the same yet we are not so different either. Both of our freedoms are limited and don't think that your father is above locking you in here with him because he earlier today he asked ME to keep the wing clear of everyone except you and HIM." Ulven's fur bristled. He knew Elle could have her moments but she was simply refusing to listen to him! If not for the years they spent together, if not for the feelings he had for her then he would let her be a fool and meet her fate.

But he could not do that nor did it seem he could convince her to open her eyes. What could he do? Leave her and pray that Nyla was lying? Kidnap her? Neither were very promising options but he had to come up with something!
 
The slowly raging storm of emotions inside of her continued on, making it so hard for her to think clearly. Her emotional wound was still too fresh for her to trust Ulven, though there was a part of her that whispered he was telling the truth. What reason would he have for lying to her? He had never done so in all of the years they had known each other... But why should she believe the word of that stupid cat, either? Nyla would care about nothing but herself.

Elle stood finally, closing the space between them and meeting his gaze. "Tell me one thing - why should I still trust you?"
 
He looked down at her and his fur fell, his gaze softened. The answer was clear but it took him a moment to find the right words. He thought back to their childhood when they used to play and talk and how Ulven sometimes felt like he knew Elle better than anyone else. How it had always been his job to watch her and look out for her when nobody else was around.

"Because I'm the only one in this kingdom that actually cares about what you want, Elle." Maybe that wasn't entirely true if one were to put that claim under a microscope but Ulven meant the words that he spoke. Who else ever asked Elle what she wanted to do? Him. Who asked what she thought about things? Him. If she no longer believed this to be true then what Ulven had no hope in convincing her. He would just be forced to roll over like an obedient pet and watch from the sidelines...but maybe that would be where he was most useful.
 
Elle stared at him for the longest time, her eyes searching him for any of the signs that he was lying. She'd seen him do it often enough that she knew the telltale signs, but all she saw was... Ulven. The same Ulven that she had slept next to since she was a child, the same one that had held her and comforted her over the years. The same one that had defended her just this morning.

Tears, hot and ashamed, came again, and this time she didn't fight them. Instead, she tossed herself against him, pressing her face into his chest and securing her arms around his waist as she struggled to regain herself. Even if the whole of the kingdom turned against her, she could always believe in her Ulven... So why had it been so hard to let go of her jealousy? Because Nyla had struck her where it hurt the most - in her own insecurity of Ulven rejecting her advances.

"I'm sorry, Ulven," She gasped the words against him, holding him tighter
 
Ulven returned her embrace and gently stroked the back of her head. Anthros didn't make shushing sounds and canines didn't purr so the noise was Elle's muffled sobbing through Ulven's fur. The sun had begun to set during their argument and nightfall would soon be upon them, as well as dinner. The room was bathed in an orangish light, a curious thing that the sun and sky would change colors just as it began to set.

"There is no more time for tears, little one." Ulven whispered. "I'm sure the King knows about what happened. Why does he expect me at the feast tonight?" Plans needed to be made and for that they both needed information. It was one of those rare moments Ulven wished that Nyla was there to lend him her cunning. Of course her presence would not help things between himself and Elle.
 
Her crying slowed until she was able to get control of herself again, keeping her face against his chest as she steadied her breathing. She would regret letting herself cry, as it would lead to a headache later in the evening, but it was a much needed release. Ulven was more than understanding of her human nature, which was sometimes worse than his animal nature.

"Father is... Upset at my bed being damaged, but he sees it as a sign of your prowess. He would like to have Nyla locked up so that she cannot further excite you... And at the dinner, he plans on having you keep the peace. Gunter has ruffled quite a few feathers in his short stay here." She said, having heard the whispers of him abusing their staff both physically and sexually.

"If what you say is true, how will we avoid Gunter tonight? I am not going to bed him."
 
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