[Mkguild] Revelations of a Friend

[Stealth]

Awkward situation. Warning, naughty bits are mentioned.

Revelations of a Friend
Copyright (c) 2009 Michael Nastov and Chris O’Kane
	

	She was late! LATE! For that Edmund was both amazed and upset.
Terrant was never late. As his second in command Terrant had always
been right where he was ordered before hand. But today she was
supposed to be here in archery practice a half hour ago. The paladin
paced back and forth. He needed to send a messenger to find the woman.
Suddenly he spotted a familiar form sprinting down the road that ran
along side the training field.

	“Stealth!” The paladin called out.

	The running cat immediately halted and slid to a stop on the gravel,
sitting on his haunches in a cloud of dust as he looked about in
confusion.

	“Come here my friend, I have need of your services.” The paladin called out.

	Mayhap shouting out to fetch Terry would have been practical but
Edmund felt the need to be more discrete - a gentleman does not shout
like a marketplace peddler.

	The cheetah didn’t bother shifting into any other form. He changed
direction and was on Edmund in an instant. The animal peered up
curiously and tilted his head at the knight.

	“I have a small task for you. Terrant is late. She should have been
here a half hour ago. Can you please go find her and see what
happened?”

	Stealth chirped his acknowledgment but shrugged his shoulders for the
paladin to remove his backpack.

	Edmund quickly removed the pack and placed it in a safe place. When
he looked back up Stealth was already gone. The feline was a cloud of
dust heading back to the keep.

	Edmund shook his head. “He is fast! Even for a cheetah!”

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	Stealth walked up to the door on all fours. He sniffed at the wood
and knew that Terrant had been in some time ago but the scent had gone
stale. At the very least she passed through the door the other day and
the patrol master might know what happened since then. The cheetah
nosed at the door and pushed it open. It was dark inside and the air
smelt stagnant. The sounds of soft snoring came to the cheetah’s ears.
He could see a bed in front of him. A bed? This wasn’t George’s
office, it was his bedroom!

	Stealth reared up, his paws perched on the foot of the bed as he
peered at the occupants.

	The snoring suddenly stopped and a figure sat bolt upright in the
bed. “What?” The woman asked.

	Stealth recognised it as Terrant. He also recognised the person in
the bed next to her as George. The feline’s ears folded, a loud and
long chirr emanated from his throat as he stared into the woman’s
green eyes.

	“Who is it?” She asked, “Edmund? Is that you sir? “She continued in a
panicked voice.

	“Huh?” The jackal next to her grunted as he stirred. “Oh ...Hello
Stealth.” He said in a calm voice.

	Terry relaxed. “What are you doing here?” She asked.

	The cheetah shifted to speak, his knees bent leaving his lower half
thankfully hidden behind the foot of the bed, “Ed said you’re late, he
sent me to find you...”

	“Well you did.” George said calmly and scratched an itch.

	“I’ll be there quickly,” she answered. “Stealth, please don’t tell
Edmund I was with George. He is open minded in many things but still
uptight in matters of sex.”

	“You had sex?!” The feline blurted out.

	“That’s no concern of yours or Edmund's,” George said harshly. “We’re
both adults.”

	“I’m sorry sir!” Stealth said fearfully, “Am I in trouble?” The image
suddenly came to him of having to do push ups in the rain or
something.

	George laughed. “Why would you be? Do you want to join us in bed?”

	Stealth slowly hid his face behind his paws.

	“George!” Terry said harshly. “No Stealth, we just shared a bed and
nothing more.” The female human tried to tie back her hair, the shirt
she wore to bed stretched taught around her breasts. “It was late and
I was too tired to make my way to my own apartment.”

	“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I should know better...”
He said, still hiding himself.

	“If so then why is your head still buried in your chest?” Terry asked
as she got out of bed and began rummaging for her clothes.

	When Terry disturbed the covers the patrol master didn’t even bother
covering himself back up. George stretched his arms back and rested
his head in his paws. The jackal just lay back in his bed. His toes
wiggled and tail twitched making small clicks and popping sounds as he
watched the feline with mild amusement.

	Stealth eventually forced his head back up. He saw Terrant putting on
her pantaloons, her back to him and bending over, the shirt travelled
up her back exposing her legs and hindquarters. The cat buried his
muzzle in his chest again.

	“You’d best hurry, Dear, it seems seeing your nice looking butt is
embarrassing Stealth. Though he looks quite happy to see it...’ George
said calmly.

	The woman straightened up and finished putting on her pants quickly.
The cheetah promptly concealed his groin and tried to crouch down, out
of view with as much dignity as possible.

	George openly laughed and shook his head. “Stealth, meet Mr Willy.”

	“George. Be nice,” Terry ordered as she dropped the borrowed shirt
back on the bed. And now she was topless...

	Besides the embarrassment, Stealth cursed himself in frustration for
what had become his cruel fate; why the hell did he have to leave his
pack with Edmund? His pants, a shirt, the backpack itself, anything
more to conceal himself with then just hiding behind the foot of the
jackal’s bed.

	“Maybe Mr Willy could be a general. He is already good at standing at
attention.” The canine noted.

	The feline continued to descend to the floor until he sat
cross-legged. Terrant’s breasts disappeared behind her shirt as she
finished dressing but it didn’t matter anymore; they’d both noticed
his arousal, no doubt about it. The feline still tried to act casual
though he got the impression that it didn’t do much good.

	She laughed and reached for her boots. “I’ll be along shortly. Why
don’t you and Mr Willy go on ahead?”

	“Oh god...” Stealth blushed more. He could not believe what she just
said. “I can’t be seen like this.”

	Terry took a pair of pants from off a shelf and tossed them to the
cheetah. “Here, wear these!”

	Stealth looked at the pants. They had a tail hole in the back and
smelt strongly of canine. Didn’t George ever wash his clothes? “I
don’t think this will conceal ‘him’.”

	“Then go take a cold bath!” Terrant forcibly lifted the cat off the
floor, “I know what you saw and I’m not embarrassed. If I can endure
then so can you.”

	He nodded quickly and put the pants on, thankful that he began to loosen up.

	George got out of bed and started to get dressed. “Goodbye Dear!”

	Terry led the troubled cheetah out the door, the last thing George
heard before it closed was her voice instructing, “Remember, don’t
tell Edmund.”

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	“How are you feeling?” Terry asked after the door closed behind them.

	“Stupid.” He answered bluntly. “I’m really sorry.” Stealth had his
back turned to her. The cat’s tail swished about, dusting the borrowed
pants with shed cheetah hairs that added to the jackal hair already
coating it.

	“About what? It’s a natural reaction for a male.” She pointed out
gently and grabbed his arm, encouraging him down the hall.

	Stealth gritted his teeth “I meant the intrusion, actually.” Though
he looked away his mind was focused on her grip... ugh, those hands,
soft, gentle hands... he wanted Terry to break that contact yet at the
same time he wanted her to never let go.

	“AH! No worry. I did oversleep.” She paused and released the feline’s
arm, “And all we did was sleep. No nookie for us last night.”

	“I believe you but my imagination had other ideas and then I saw
your...” he sighed, “Terrant, I know that you’re not open about your
body – I was caught off guard.”

	“We all have things that we are uncomfortable about.” The woman countered.

	They both parted to allow another keeper past. The keeper looked like
some sort of avian, ironically he didn’t even bother wearing anything
below the waist, that is, if it were a male and not a female; the
animal morph looked closer to a large full animal then a humanoid
creature.

	Terrant had to grab Stealth again once the way was clear. Stealth’s
mind wasn’t on the path ahead and he very well near walked into a suit
of armour.

	“Yes, I know. I’ve never seen you in the communal baths but just now,
after you realised who I was at least... Well, you didn’t look
troubled...” Those hands... he wanted to clasp her hand but he didn’t
dare.

	She let go again and nodded slowly. “I’m not. It just felt like the
right thing to do.”

	“Then why don’t you want me to tell Edmund?” He asked softly as they
reached the end of the hall.

	“Because he may be open minded in many things but sex outside of
marriage still unsettles him.”

	The cheetah seemed more awake now and he managed to begin down the
steps without stumbling, “But even if you did... do that, it’s not
like he can order you not to, if he doesn’t like it it’s his problem!”

	She shook her head. “It is a delicate subject in the faith. Sex is
all right but only within marriage.”

	“Then how come he doesn’t jump up and down crying heresy when I’m
around?” Stealth countered.

	“Because like all men sex confuses him.” She laughed. “It confuses us
women too.”

	They reached the bottom of the steps, the hall looked larger and
vastly more populated. “I won’t tell. You know you can count on that”
He whispered.

	“Thank you.”

	“But if you ever figure it out, let me in on all the secrets.” Stealth mumbled.

	“Deal! Just don’t hold your breath.”


Revelations of a Friend
Copyright (c) 2009 Michael Nastov and Chris O’Kane