Felix the Elfiger By Jon Hold Copyright ©2014, 2016 by the Author Jonhold@earthlink.net
Chapter 1
Felix was a beautiful young man. Slender, lithe with smooth and extraordinarily strong muscles, active and bright. He wore a watch-communicator on his right wrist and an armband, denoting that he was no longer a virgin, on his left biceps. A belted strap on his left thigh was used to carry things, like his hunting knife. A gold and jade necklace hung from a strong, slender neck. Large solid gold rings pierced both earlobes. His mobile ears swooped up to long pointed tips that reached over the top of the long, lustrous, sandy-blonde hair that covered his head in thick, barely wavy hair that continued in short, bristly hairs right down his spine to his short tail, covered with the same copper-auburn softness crowning his head. Tufts of soft hair grew just above the inner side of his ankles. Other than that he was totally hairless, leaving the entire eight inches of his upswept and foreskinned penis totally exposed. Oh... did I mention that he had a six inch, tightly twisted horn growing from his forehead?
Felix's father, Alex, was part of the ruling triumvirate of Fugwar, capitol world of the Tiger race (see: "Alex and the Tiger" on Nifty. Or not! But I suggest you read that story first.). When the wives of Ar'man~th, First Lord of Fugwar, and therefore, the entire Tiger race, and Alex's Matelot (partner with sexual privileges), came into their annual heat, Taez/but#, their first wife, bred with her husbands, both of them, as did Ar'mans other wives. Alex lost his virginity (other males don't count to an Elf) to Taez/but# and discovered how wonderful it was when you coupled with a woman who could wrap her long, softly furred tail around your waist, and even into the crack of your butt. Nine months later Felix was born.
Ar'man~th looked directly into Alex's eyes and asked, "I wonder who the father is? That's no son of MINE!"
Alex just stood there in shock, staring at Taez/but# and ——his SON——!
"Well? Aren't you going to congratulate your sons mother?"
Startled out of his fixation, Alex turned to face his huge partner, brilliantly asking, "Huh?"
"You and Taez/but# have made a beautiful, healthy cub. Don't you think you should say something, before she thinks you don't want the child and slaughters it?"
Alex's head snapped to the right. "Taez/but#! You wouldn't, would you?"
"Wouldn't, what?"
"You wouldn't harm our son, would you?"
"Son!"
"I have a SON!!!"
"I..."
"Me..."
"Taez/but#...!"
Turning to face his bemused partner, Alex grabbed handfuls of hair, trying to shake Ar'man~th back and forth. "He's MINE! Isn't he! I made a baby, Ar'man~th. I sired a son! I'm a DADDY... I'm a FATHER!! Ar'man~th, I'm a Daddy, aren't I, Ar'man~th? I am a Daddy, Ar'man~th. Arn't I?"
Smiling, Ar'man~th tried to calm his beloved partner, "Yes Alex, YOU are the father of a beautiful baby boy."
"You're not mad at me, are you Ar'man~th? I didn't mean to get Taez/but# pregnant. Hell! I didn't know I could get Taez/but# pregnant! I did get her pregnant, didn't I Ar'man~th? Do you think she's mad at me, Ar'man~th? She's your First Wife. Is she going to lose face because she had a kit by an Elf?"
"Why don't you ask her, Alex?", turning the shell shocked boy to face their wife, and the third member of their triumvirate. "She's your wife too you know."
Alex walked over next to Taez/but#. She simply put her arm around Alex's shoulders and gently pulled him down to the child nestled by her side. Softly, in the formal, seldom used old tongue, she said, "He is beautiful, is he not."
Entranced, Alex looked at the kit/baby/son. Really looked! He was a Daddy! Something he'd never really thought about—or expected. His son was... His son! His SON!! HIS SON!!! Alex almost passed out. Just barely in time he remembered that it's a pretty good idea to breathe once in a while. Tentatively, afraid of breaking something, Alex reached forward and touched the soft hair on his son's head, jerking his hand back, afraid he'd done the wrong thing.
"He's not made of thin glass, you know." Taez/but# said, lifting her new-born into the crook of Alex's arm. "Kits don't break very easily. You can hold him and touch him, you can even tickle him and talk to him in the ridiculous baby talk men use to talk to a baby, just make sure to support his head. Watch Ar'man~th!"
Looking across the room he saw the big, rough-tough, "You really don't want to fuck with me" Tiger picking up two kits at a time, one in each powerful arm, inspecting them and licking them with his broad tongue. He licked each kit clean, carefully inspecting each one before returning them to their mothers, always with a few words of congratulation.
Alex looked to his son. His beautiful, wonderful, magnificent child. The boy was wonderful. As Taez/but# lifted the newborn and put him in her partners arms. Alex's eyes got huge, "Oh! No! No, I can't... I don't know...
Smiling, Taez/but# shook her head, "No, you are doing fine. You care about your son, so hold him close, hug him, let him smell and taste you, inspect him, bond father and son together for all your lives. He will never forget our smell, our odor, us, we, as we will never be able to forget him. You have done good! Planted your seed deep. Made a son!
Alex barely heard, but smiled, totally entranced by HIS SON! Holding the warmth of his offspring close, the boy-child immediately found a pap and started nursing. There may have been no milk, but the baby was comforted, snuggled closer, nursed, and slept.
Awakening to the quiet household sounds the next morning, Alex's first thought was to find Taez/but# and his son. That turned out to involve nothing more than opening his eyes. Taez/but# was laying there watching him, smiling. Their son was industriously nursing, and still naked. Apparently kits wore little clothing, laying instead on absorbant blankets that were easily changed when necessary Alex moved closer and kissed his son, then stroked cheeks with Taez/but#, feeling totally affectionate and in awe. His Son!
Ar'man~th came over and got into bed with them (Tiger beds are soft, on the ground, and usually quite large). His warmth and soft fur enticed Alex closer, turning his head and rubbing cheeks with his huge partner, "Isn't he beautiful, Ar'man~th?"
"Not bad for a first try!"
The quick reflexes, agility, and strength of the Elven Folk came to Alex's aid as he spun and jumped on top of the big cat. Taez/but# lifted her child to protect him from the brawling males. Ar'man~th held up his hand-like paws to ward off the attack. Alex went all out, full bore. Ar'man~th just laughed and clutched the light Elf, his partner, to his chest and called Pax. "Pax! Alex. Pax! You have made us a beautiful son, and proven to all doubters that Elves/Humans and the Th'ath are more alike than anyone knew. If we can breed, then we MUST be brothers—and should not, CANNOT FIGHT!"
Alex wiggled closer to Ar'man~th, burrowing into the warmth of his fur, holding on, pensive. "Ar'man~th...? Uh... You're not mad at me, are you? I didn't mean to get Taez/but# with child. I didn't even think I could. I thought we were just playing!"
Ar'man~th looked deep into the deep emerald green eyes before him, thought, and then said, pensively... carefully, "Well, for the third time, if that's what you do when you're playing, I'd be very interested in knowing what you accomplish when you're serious.
Alex looked up, not really believing that Ar'man~th actually had the balls to bait him like that! He and Taez/but# attacked at the same time. Ar'man~th just protected his head and laughed.
Later, alone in their office sprawled out on the cushions, Alex had Ar'man~th's shaft out of its sheath and was slowly, thoughtfully, licking it. "Ar'man~th? Are you upset because I got your first wife pregnant? Do you think I should marry her? I want to do the right thing...
"Alex, you don't know our law. From the first day I knew you, and you surprised me by making love to me, there were only two choices, and WE decided on the second choice, to keep you."
"What was the first choice, Ar'man~th?"
"To kill you out of hand, to restore our honor. Alex, you HAVE been married, to me and all our wives, since that first day. You are bound to all of us, Alex. Not just to me!"
"Good! Because my Father told me that if I needed sex that I should play around with my buddies, because if I got a girl pregnant, I WAS going to get married! And Dad has a whim of case-hardened steel!"
"Well, he should be happy then."
"I don't know. I mean, I think Dad was thinking about just one girl... not a whole harem! AND, most certainly, NOT a harem of eight foot kitty cats." The boy became quiet, looking like he was in one of his thinking trances. Suddenly, "HEY! I just had an idea! I know how old you're getting, so, don't worry, Ar'man~th. Next year I'll get all the girls pregnant, so you can take your nap!" Alex didn't move fast enough, THAT got him raped, though with Alex pushing back every bit as hard as Ar`man~th was pushing forward, Ar'man~th wondered just who was raping whom? Alex had a beatific smile on his face—HE had NO doubt who was raping whom! Taez/but# just sat there watching her men play, holding their Newborn.
Chapter 727
The year went by swiftly. It came as a surprise to Alex when Taez/but# mentioned that it would soon be his son's first birthday. "We need to talk about naming him. [The infant mortality rate, especially in the first year, was very high, the lack of gold in the parents caused miscarriages and weak kits. Too weak to live very long. There was much sadness at the loss. And much joy when they survived that critical year. At the end of the year all the newborns, who were very seldom born more than a few days apart, were celebrated at a week-long bacchanal, the main purpose of which was naming the surviving children, making them then people, instead of probabilities/possibilities.] Alex suddenly looked stricken. "But I know what his name is, inside, I know what my son must be named. I have known since the moment I learned that he was my son.
Taez/but#'s ears went back, flat to her skull. NEVER a good thing when a Ta'ath did it, in fact, it most often lead to someones death.
Alex, his face stricken, "I'm sorry Taez/but#. I never gave it a thought! It is not an issue for Elvin folk. We know what our children will be named, even before they are born. His name already is: Felix Dimetry Englarett Hia^gath! Ar'man~kk!shi. Felix is my father's family name. Dimetry was his father. Englarett is my mother's family name. Hia^gath! is my wife's clan's name and Ar'man~kk!shi is MY family name. My clan!
Eyes blazing, focused and forbidding. Ears flat to her skull. Taez/but# could barely hear the outsider, the father of her son, the Elf she had come to love. Her mind was swamped, egging her blood-lust on, her need to protect her honor and the honor of her husband's name and clan. Only a tiny portion of her brain heard what her beloved Alex, the father of her son had to say. Murder seeped from her pores.
Alex stood there, arms to his side. Quietly waiting for his wife to do whatever it was she had to do. Accepting of any action she might take. Up to, and including, his death.
Slowly, that tiny, moral portion of Taez/but#'s brain brought reason back to her battle ready fog. It was a GOOD name. It gave honor to all lines. It was her son's name. Her husband said so! No Ta'ath had ever had such a name. Any child with such a distinctive name would be the center of interest in any gathering, bringing much honor and pride to his whole clan. Maybe this wasn't such a horrible thing. Not at all. Definitely, not at all!
Alex watched his wife calm herself, her eyes going back to her normal black pools. Her ears slowly rising. Different People... Different ways. They had all just spent a year trading and debating, not only goods, although that was going strong all on its own, but treaties, ideas, mores, morality, ethics and changes to the Laws. Changes that could bring anger and passion, and a certain unwillingness to change. Changes WERE made, and agreed to by everyone. The Ta'ath made only one sort of decision. 100%. Always! Everyone agreed, or everyone said "NO!". There was NO middle ground. Honor would not allow such a thing. Treaty making exposed the Ta'ath to a new reality. All the human races could debate, argue, fight over, agree, disagree, challenge and cajole. Whatever it took to create a Treaty, or a Law that all could accept. NOT totally agree with maybe, but gracefully accept as the best possible solution. The Ta'ath saw the wisdom in this, but were very unsure if they would ever be able to adopt such strange behavior. Without Alex sitting on the triple throne, none of that could have happened—without bloodshed. In any case, the Ta'ath were almost entirely distracted by exchanging old, worn, and nearly useless rings and chains with brand new ones of solid gold and iridium. The old, worn ones being collectable, highly desirable artifacts of the early ages from the new allies, the fabulous displayable treasures scratched, tarnished and visibly worn; were worth a fortune on the antiquities market. The stunned Ta'ath were busy selling worn-out junk for more than the solid iridium and gold replacements cost.
Young males were beyond themselves. The rule was that the eldest inherits ALL of his fathers rings and chains, in hopes that he would be able to breed. And now EVERY adult male would be able to breed—and produce healthy children. Alex was effective because of the resulting near deification and his father's approval of the decisions he was making. (That Alex's father had bought a fabulous quantity of the junk jewelry for outrageously high prices, and then donated them to Elven Museum of Clothing and design, who in turn put them on display galaxy-wide, was not generally known. Neither were the "leaks" he'd provided to various gossip columnists. The buying frenzy that ensued was a marvel of not-for-personal-gain marketing!)
News that a human elf and a Ta'ath had produced a baby swept through the human community like a triple dose of ex-Lax. The burning question for the Ta'ath was, what sort of lie is this! And, should the lie be true, what deformities did this freak have? Not until the Lady Har#tt'ik, quite possibly the worse gossip in the known universe, Ta'ath AND Human, used her position as head wife of the Clan Leader of the H'po^ol Clan to invite herself to see the new baby. Her report? That the kit was beautiful. Ears of an Elf, Teeth of a male Ta'ath, the most good-natured Kit she'd ever seen, and, when she put her finger out, the boy laughed, and grabbed it. She went on and on how strong the boy-child/kit was, and how truly lovable! She described in detail the little males appearance, including an extremely complete description of what the male youngling had between his legs; "His penis is that of an elf, only thicker, like a true Ta'ath, his testicles were elven and held close to his body like an elf's, he has a sheath and tail just like a Ta'ath, only smaller. Over all, she totally liked the child and thought he could grow up and be as wonderful as his Sire. Not a word she said was ever printed, but, none-the-less, they flew on golden wings across the known Ta'ath universe at the speed of light. A bit faster whenever FTL ships were involved.
Kits and babys alike were precious to the Ta'ath and Elven Folk alike. Felix and his K'thaw grew up happy, wild, and boisterous. Loved by his family, Ta'ath and Elven alike, admired by his K'thaw (many of the females eyeballing him with ideas of becoming his first wife, their sex play indicating their eager lust and his definite ability to make his temporary partner, male or female, quite happy and mutually sated. He was a very popular partner for threesomes and foursomes, and diligently attended ALL of the mass orgies! Every female was well aware that not only was he a splendid sex partner, a good and kind person, a great hunter, and very, very cute, but that he was the first-born son of the ruling Triumvirate and therefor very possibly one of the next rulers of all the Ta'ath! The possibility of becoming part of the next Triumvirate was large in their minds. Kits were sent from near and far to join the play group of Felix, the Interesting.
Adults were amazed that the child never lost his temper, was always a good sport, liked everyone and was liked by them in return. While conflict and one-upmanship were rife in all K'thaw, Felix was largely unaffected. He was entirely pacifistic whenever anger or an aggressive challenge came to the forefront. He had other, totally effective, ways of dealing with such behavior. Bullies and such quickly learned to avoid confrontations with Felix as the results were always non-nutritious, emotionally uncomfortable, and confusing. Felix was fond of asking such people, "How do you kill your enemy?" Not until later would he tell them the answer—had they not figured it out on their own. "You kill your enemy–by making him your friend!"
That truism Spread from Felix to everyone in his immediate group to his K'thaw to all the K'thaw and almost as quickly to every sub-adult child, Ta'ath or Human! Martial arts instructors were quickly overwhelmed by the flood of new students seeking Human/Elf wisdom and abilities. The teachers often learning just before their students.
Alex was sharing what knowledge he had, having reached instructor rank in both his preferred arts, Aikido and Jujitsu as well as teaching/leading Zen meditation. It was disconcerting to the caretakers when they walked into a room, expecting to find a bunch of six year olds intent on mayhem and, instead, were confronted with quiet rows of serious students intent on "looking within". THEN they introduced mayhem, minor riots, almost mock battles, and various types of skulduggery laced with evil intent!
Eight, nine and ten year olds planned, studied and practiced all year long for the annual "Testing". Presented as play, it was totally serious to the participants and eagerly attended by every father who possibly could be there. Vicariously reliving their youth and avidly watching to see how their sons were ranked.
The first tests were individual performance tests. Running, jumping, climbing. Agility tests mixed with weight lifting, gymnastics. Strength tests with the equivalents of the side horse, pommel horse, and rings. Masturbation techniques, style, flair and apparent satisfaction. Felix stole the show when he sat with his lower legs tucked under him and his knees spread wide. Head lowered, his sultry eyes looked up to his audience. Most of the watching males would have sworn Felix was looking directly at him, and only him. The invitation was clear, and immediate. His fingertips slowly glided up the insides of his thighs until they crossed each other over the hairless exposed white skin just above his dangling maleness. Cats were fidgeting as they tried to conceal their arousal from each other.
Felix's fingertips folded under as they slid, crossed arms, all the way down to the opposite knee, our hero having to bend over in a graceful, supremely flexible movement. As he slowly sat back up his fingers straightened as they started gliding back up gold-toned alabaster; fingernail claws slowly revealing themselves, sliding out of the ends of the boys fingers, lightly marking pellucid, fragile skin as the nails slowly extended from their nailbed. Felix's index finger crossed the leather strap encircling his upper thigh---which parted and fell away, the cut edges shiny, as if cut by a microtome.
Felix's eyes changed from alluring/welcoming to glinting, I AM MALE. Challenge me at your own risk! His penis filling with challenge lust, his fingers leaving blood seeping furrows in their wake. As his hands wrapped around his folded knees his spine arched forward to allow his hands to firmly grip his knees. This time Felix's spine didn't stop folding. His horn reaching for the floor, Felix's mouth engulfed his now fully erect manhood, right down to the thick base, his horn touching the floor as his lips surrounded the entirety of the oversized hook he had impaled himself upon.
A susurrus of amazement washed over and through the adult males present, Tiger and human alike. No Tiger could even approximate Felix's action. No adult Elf or other human was that flexible, that beautiful, his Tiger heritage making him even more beautiful. Fathers had daughters the wanted married the the young breeder before them---right after he shared the father's bed.
Alex's son, mouth and throat still working, began rising once again, his lips and sharp teeth gripping and extending his foreskin to its full extension. Finally releasing the bit of proud flesh so he could sit up completely, long strands of glistening fluids hanging between his lips and the small opening atop the vibrating organ. The audience totally lost whatever dignity they had managed to retain. Man and son, Sire and cub, they all went wild. The sheer volume of the response overwhelmed everyones ability to hear. Felix, all young bravado, quickly stood and gave his audiences florid, swooping bows, left, right, and center. The audience roared with laughter at Felix's antics. His father memorizing everything in detail for the little talk he planned on having with the little scamp.
The second round of tests was pairs. The boys demonstrated what they knew of couples pairing. Oral, anal, foreplay, afterplay. Knowledge of the various sex acts possible, the expertise shown in execution, enthusiasm, intensity, mutual involvement, and satisfaction.
Felix paired with a litermate, Taeth~la'man~kk!Shi. When it was their turn the boys put on an exhibition of gymnastic sexuality That kept everyone, including the teams who were supposed to be competing instead of watching, totally entranced and in awe of what could be described as, "The God damned most amazing thing I've ever seen!"; "Impossible!" (Usually said by someone watching the boy's performance.); And the various sounds made by the totally flabbergasted.The boys bowed together, Left, Right, and then to the Center of the crowd. Then, both boys laughing, they scampered off, only to be confronted by angry fathers, waiting by their lockers. They asked the boys how they would feel if someone totally dominated them. The boys, fathers looming over them, threatening their continued existence, had no trouble understanding the message.
Taeth~la'man~kk!Shi's father lit into him about his responsibility was to do his best to win over the others WHILE NOT HUMILATING THEM! Felix tried to take the blame for their behaviour only to be cut off by a very large, very upset Tiger, his father's soul mate. "I know your abilities, and inabilities, young man. I'm neither interested or impressed. Your father will deal with you. I'm here to find out why my son participated without thought to the possible consequences, or, if he did, why he didn't stop you or quit."
"Excuse me, Sir. You are both right, and wrong. If we were adults, your expectations would be understandable. Yet we are not adult. We are fourteen years old and our goals and priorities are different than yours. Our actions are appropriate for our age group. We did spend a great deal of time planning, considering and formulating. Our goals and priorties differ from yours in totally acceptable ways. You plan for the survival of our race and for attempting to achieve a perfect society. A task both honorable... and foolish. You have known from the beginning that your goals were unattainable. Too many variables that are constantly changing. That doesn't mean you shouldn't try, and you do try, nobly and with noted success. But you will never attain success. Ever! Yet to quit trying to reach the loftiest of goals would be... failure.
"Taeth* and I had a much simpler task and set of goals. We had, have, but one task, defeat the opposition. We have but one goal, the utter and total, devastation of any opposition. To be first! Unequivocally, Finally, and Unarguably. To WIN!
"And we're doing a pretty damn good job of it so far. If you and Daddy are too senile to remember your trials, that is neither our concern nor responsibility! If your council is too weak and/or incompetent to know how decrepit you've become, well, again, neither our concern or responsibility.
"If, on the other hand, you are simply trying to throw a monkey wrench into our plans, you have utterly failed, because we planned for that!"
Every littermate, male or female, came out of the darkness. Well behaved, but clearly ready to commit grievous bodily indignity if necessary.
"Father", Felix said as he turned to face his sire, "Don't waste your time signaling for help. Your troops have been redirected elsewhere and you are in a faraday cage that will easily absorb any signal you try to send, that is, if you replaced the battery I removed this morning," holding his hand up to show the battery in question.
Laughing so hard he could barely talk, Alex looked at his co-husband, "I tried to warn you!"
Ar'man~th scowled at all three males. He scowled even uglier when the two youths joined Alex in fits of laughter. Inside he was totally happy and proud. The boys had clearly won this hidden challenge. "So, you think you can outsmart your fathers? Think you're ready to take over the triple throne?"
Taeth* sat up from where he'd fallen to the ground. "Father, Felix and I are trying to be worthy of ascending should we be acceptable. That is our goal. Our true goal. Felix and I are mated. We are young and that may change, but we don't think so, at least not in the foreseeable future. Our mothers are looking for a suitable wife for us, but just watching and making notes for now. They don't want us taking on too much, too young, but when we're ready, they'll be ready."
Alex looked at his comp, "looks like it's about time for your next meeting. We'd best get to it!"
They stepped into the bright sunshine, right into the arms of their fathers personal guard. Taeth* looked at Felix, "I think our plan had a teensy weensy glitch."
"No Shit, Shylock!" Said a chagrinned Felix.
Their fathers just smiled and went off about their business, which was no longer putting young men in their places.
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Felix the Elfiger
Notes
Alex. Elf. Ar'man~th's lover, matelote, and co-ruler.
Ar'man~kk!Shi. Clan name. Ar'man~th's family name. He would pass it on to all of his sons. Ta'ath females kept their own family names, and passed them down to their daughters
Ar'man~th. HGTIC (Head Giving Tiger In Charge!)
H'M'fla*. One of the ruling triumvirate
Hia^gath!. First wife and co-ruler with Ar'man~th and Alex.
Lady Har#tt'ik, quite possibly the worse (i.e., best!) gossip in the universe
Taez/but#. His first lover and his principle wife. She is part of the Triumvirate
Ta'ath. The race of Tigers. What they call themselves.
K'thaw. A semi-loose social grouping of persons born in the same mating season. Very important to the young, becoming less so as the person matures. It never goes away, but becomes more a matter of tradition, honor and habit as the person reaches adulthood. Some habits become very important. Men and their annual hunt celebrating their reaching acknowledgement of their adulthood and women celebrating life with gossip and comparison of kits and sub-adults. BEFORE Elven and Human females alike start reaching for my throat; I but repeat FACT: In their "gossip", female Ta'ath make most of the social decisions for their clan, and race. Who should the new clan leader be, what should we do about..., how should _____ be punished, Should we trade with _______, all those little things that are beneath the attention of the males who are entirely dependent on their females in such things. I.e., Ar'man~th rules the race; exactly the way his wife tells him to! [And her decisions are based on discussion(s) with HER Matelote.]
Notes from
Alex & the Tiger
Alex Our hero. An Elfin human.
Ar'man~th. The Tiger
Ta'fat. The bad guys.
Ha'thkurkt. Leader of the bad guys
Ta'a The Race of Tigers
Ta'a'tanth. Ruler-priest of the Ta'a!
Ta'teth The language of the Tigers
matelote: fish stew, or a sailors wife. Tus#kupn'th in Ta'teth
Taez/but# Ar'man~th's main wife.
Bru/trum. leader of the Ta'fat
Fugwar, Tiger capitol world.
Spanglish. Common language of the humanoids.
Ar'man~th's main wife, Taez/but# by name (if you really want to pronounce this the "/" is a sliding "s" sound and the # is sort of a phpppth sound with a growl in it. Spit, choke and gargle at the same time and you've got it.) opened the door almost immediately, one of the guards looking over her shoulder.
*Terminal indicating that a word has been truncated
----- I'm not superstitious --- it brings bad luck.
--- Placido Domingo