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A Little Less Counselor, A Little More Concubine

Part 18

for FyacinTia

by Draconicon

Fyacin forced himself to keep breathing. The very fact that he was forced to force himself told him everything that he needed to know, but it didn't make him feel better. He was stressed, and the lion, quite honestly, didn't deal with stress extraordinarily well.

I was the best. My father was the best, and then I bettered him, and then - how did I lose all this so fast?

He was on the cusp of hyper-ventilating, and it was taking all his self-control to keep that from happening. Entering the Emperor's quarters with his heart running away from him was not going to earn him any points. If anything, it would show that he was out of control of himself, and that would lower him yet further in the fox's estimation. No, no, he needed to show that even during a personal criss, he was still thinking of the throne and how best to serve it. If the Emperor saw him without that control, then the lion was as good as a lioness.

The counselor-concubine stood outside the doors to the royal quarters, taking more deep breaths. He had yet to be able to clothe himself beyond the simple cloak that he had worn out to meet with that red panda, and his tail refused to go down enough to keep from exposing his ass. No fewer than four guards had seen his refined rump, and the very idea of that being passed through the palace, too, was keeping his cheeks as red as could be.

They already saw that. They saw it when you were walking around with the cage. At least they're not seeing the rest.

The rest being his new breasts. They weren't quite large enough to push the front of the cloak forward, but they were very present, and that weight was something that he was still dealing with. The fact that his nipples were still so hard and sensitive was not helping his composure either, because it kept making him feel as if his body was telling him that he was turned on when he most definitely was not.

Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself. His cock continued to tremble within the chastity cage that he wore, and his ass cheeks were clenched together tight to keep his pucker from...puckering.

Stop holding back. You have to impress him. If you don't...

The lion didn't want to complete that sentence. He had one chance to do this right, and if he didn't, then he might be stuck with breasts for the rest of his life. Alys had said that there were ways to start reversing this in two weeks. If he could hold out that long, get the Emperor's permission to allow that, then...then...

Then he would at least be without the heat in his hole that begged him to bend over for commoners, of all things. That, in and of itself, was worth the price of good behavior. He sucked in one more breath, then pushed the doors open, stepping through.

"Your Excellency, Your Majesty, I -"

And then he stopped. Not because of a threat, but because of something that he had not expected to see. The Emperor, elegantly groomed as ever, wore a robe that was not closed. He sat at the center of the room, on top of the raised dais that held him over his counselors when they were giving counsel, and while one leg dangled over the side, the other was crossed under him, and between them...

He had almost forgotten what it felt like to look at his master like this, but no, that was not all of it. His shaft jumped in its cage, begging for attention, but his tail went as high as it had ever gone. Fyacin bit the inside of his cheeks as he stared at his Emperor, the fox's tail swaying ever so slowly, his shaft idly bobbing in a perpetual drift between a twitching erection and a lazy, dangling piece of flesh.

Through it all, the Emperor stared back, his eyes cool, his gaze verging on annoyed. But why -

Ah, yes. He had interrupted the Emperor and Alys when they had been going at it, all but forcing his priorities on the Imperial person, and thus denying him what he wished. The lion bowed immediately, falling to all fours and then pressing his face yet further to the ground below him.

"Forgive me, my Emperor. I have been foolish."

"I believe that is the first time that you have realized that. Perhaps in your life, my dear lion."

Well, at least there was still affection there. Considering some of his stupidity over the last few days, that was something that hadn't been entirely guaranteed. He kept his head against the floor as the Emperor continued.

"I am not sure what has happened to you, Fyacin. While your ambition has always been great, your skill has kept pace with you, and I had little to worry about. I worried more for Alys, with her rituals and elder ways, with her moments of vague sayings that implied impending madness. Yet, here you are, prostate before me, and I have little idea what has become of the clever lion and his cunning. It seems that it has all been drained from you in your debauchery."

Fyacin winced, not from any tone of anger, but rather from the horrible feeling of having disappointed the fox. He had known that he had, but this was the first time that they had spoken alone about it. He ground his forehead further into the stone, hissing under his breath as his tail just about tried to tie itself in a knot.

"And now, you make commands over my people, your peers, without explanation or permission from me. Fyacin, I would have an answer. What has happened to you? What has become of my clever lion?"

"I...cannot say without harming my peers, my Emperor."

"Then speak, for if they have harmed you, then they have harmed themselves, and us, as well."

"I..."

He found himself surprisingly unwilling to speak at that moment. Not out of loyalty to Alys and Kisari - heaven forfend, not that, not after what they had done to him - but rather out of self-interest. He worried that if he told the Emperor of what they had done and what had happened to him afterward, that he would find himself without recourse to aid. He felt that Alys would sabotage the potion meant to heal him. For all that she had a heart of kindness, at times, she had the capability of being incredibly petty, as well. She was more mercurial even than he.

But at the same time, this was an order, and he was already on thin ice. If he didn't do something to salvage the situation, then he was in deep trouble. He sighed, slowly lifting his head from the floor.

"I have been...compromised, my Emperor."

"In what way, my lion? Speak freely."

"There has been an incident between me, Kisari, and Alys."

"...Speak on."

"For reasons that must be based in envy or deeper feelings, they have decided to commit a petty vengeance against me," he said, shaking his head slowly. "With potions and guile, they have forced me to my knees. They have given me reason to give in to my base urges, even apart from the perfection that is yourself. It is all but impossible for me to silence them, to the point where your judgment to Restrict me saves me not from it. My pleasure scarcely comes from my shaft any longer, but from the other end.

"Further still, they have humiliated me with...with..."

"Speak, my lion, and fear nothing. We will discuss our options once you have finished. What else have they inflicted you with?"

Fyacin took a deep breath, then slowly sat up. His robe fell open, and his breasts showed themselves. His cheeks burned as they were revealed, and even the Emperor stared, his eyes opening slightly wider.

"...They are responsible?"

"Directly, no," he said, knowing when to toe the line of honesty. "But their potion allowed for this to happen during my meeting with the enemy general. They nearly compromised us before the enemy with their potion and revenge, and now...now I am becoming..."

He did not finish that sentence, for he did not know how he felt about it. There were parts of what he was becoming that he enjoyed, new and frustrating as they were. There was a part of him that liked the feeling of curves at his chest, and another part that seemed to enjoy the feeling of binding and bondage down below. At the same time...at the same time, it was hard for him to say that this was all a good thing. It had been forced on him, and as good as it was, there were still things that did not feel entirely right.

He felt like he was getting weaker, and physically, that might have been so. His body had new curves, new shapes to it, and he knew that they weren't part of the movements that he had learned and trained to perfect. They were different, made for a female, not a male, and he didn't know how best to move with them yet. His rump and hips were definitely bigger than they had been, and that threw him off when he fought. Even the dancing tease with the general outside the city had been sufficient to tell him that he needed a different training regimen, and that was before his breasts had grown in.

It was more than that, though. As he sat there, breasts exposed, the Emperor's eyes traveled across them. They were eyes of hunger, yes, but more than that, eyes of concern. Fyacin didn't know how to feel as he was eaten up beneath the gaze of Imperial majesty, nor how to feel as the fox got to his feet and crossed the room, approaching him directly.

One hand lowered, hesitated, and then gently gripped that which belonged to the throne. Fyacin bit his lip, keeping the whimper and moan that wanted to escape from going any further than his throat. It did little to help, particularly as the Emperor touched him, stroked him, even tweaked the nipple and pulled gently. His shameless shaft dribbled further from the stimulation, and he gritted his teeth and looked away.

"They did this...and left me shamed," he muttered. "All that happened...all that has been amiss with me...is due to that potion."

"...I wish I had known."

"It was difficult to speak with you with them present at all times. We have had little time alone of late, my Emperor."

"Take care that your rightful complaints are not mixed with the tones of a whining whelp, my lion."

"My deepest apologies, Emperor."

He lowered his head when he was allowed, taking a few deep breaths. Somehow, this didn't feel so bad as he had feared, but it still embarrassed him to be seen like this. Though he had never been one to top the Emperor - nor had he ever wanted to - there had always been the option that he might do something like that in the future with a different partner. However, the longer that he was affected by the potions, the more that he felt adrift in the sea of his own feelings, in his own needs. There was, though he was loathe to admit it, something right about this body, something that he appreciated and approved of in a way that he had never done before.

"What will happen to them, my Emperor?" he asked.

"I suppose I must think on this...and hear what you wish to have happen to them."

"...My mind is split in twain; it is hard for me to speak it."

"Then speak both halves. Let your voice be their defenders, and their attackers."

The offer spoke to the lion's deep-seated need for attention, and he smiled slightly. He sat up properly once more, pulling his robe closed.

"My Emperor, what is there to say?" he said, gesturing as if to the advisors, who themselves were nowhere to be seen. "They have attacked me, unprovoked. They have weakened the sanctity of your court, forced you to take the advice to show me, to show us, as concubines as well as counselors. The prestige of the royal court, damaged once, is now forced to take steps backwards, steps that even your heirs will be years in undoing. They should be punished greatly, forced to return me to my previous form, and give a public declaration to -

"Ha, are you mad, as well as handsome? For only one such description is flattering, no matter how mad keen you have driven others," he said, turning to face the other direction. "For all that they have dosed you, how much has been your fault? How much did you set in motion before the potion took away your ability to wiggle free? And how much have you done to earn this fate? Hmm? Hmm? I call upon the lion to defend himself."

"Earned? Provoked, at most, and even that must be blamed upon the women that took it upon themselves to punish me." The lion laughed at himself, shaking his head as he tossed his mane back. "Mewling complaints that could not take root became envy that had to be taken out upon my person."

"Ambition is hardly the root of success, myself. And look at what that attitude has given you. Nothing. Nothing but the loss of most of your liege's attention, and the beginnings of womanhood."

"I look good, though."

"Yes, I do."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I believe we're getting off the subject," the Emperor said, and the lion started, lowering his head in respect to his liege. "But it seems that you are as divided as you claim. Tell me, my servant. Is this from a distaste towards your new body?"

"...I..."

Fyacin looked at himself. Mere moments before, he would have been sure that he hated what had happened to him. Yet, now that the Emperor looked upon him, now that it was not the gaze of a man leering for forbidden fruit, he was no longer sure. He slowly crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the floor.

"I don't know, my Emperor."

"Then come...and let me show you what I feel."

The End

Summary: Fyacin finally comes before the Emperor to confess what has happened to him, why, and how, and hopes that the Emperor takes it well.

Tags: M/M, chastity cage, nudity, exposure, breasts, pleasure, court, Imperial Court, royalty, fox, lion, confession, embarrassment, series, fantasy,