THE CELTIC EXPERIENCE
Written by Razor

Well, after a few emails about not being able to read my other documents, I 
finally figured that I might as well convert this into a text file too. The 
original Time otter document had some emphasised words and what not using 
Italics... so, if you'd still like to see those little extra touches you can 
check out that file. However, if you can't read the document, or if you know of 
a format that would be universally acceptable to all my readers, please drop me 
a line. I could use the help.

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'RRRIIIINNNININGININGINING-THWACK-CRASH'
Razor was woken up rather rudely by an over-enthusiastic alarm, whose life ended 
shortly afterwards, when it hit the wall. He sat up, nursing his tail carefully, 
rubbing the spot where it had it the alarm. He got up, and walked, still naked, 
through to the kitchen. He made himself a cup of coffee as he tried to brush the 
fog off his mind. He had the distinct impression that he was supposed to be 
doing something important this morning, but couldn't for the fur on his back 
remember what it was. He sipped the coffee slowly, enjoying the fact that he 
could have a quiet moment to himself. Suddenly it hit him, and he spilled the 
hot liquid all over his chest.
	'Oh SHIT! I'm late for work! Denver is going to KILL ME!'
Rushing through to his bedroom, still dripping coffee, he hurriedly pulled his 
uniform out of the cupboard, dusting it off. He had been on sick leave a long 
time, and it was starting to show in the layer of dust that had gathered on it. 
He sprinted into the shower, almost throwing his uniform into the toilet before 
he realised what he was doing. He set the hot water tap to its strongest 
setting, and let out a howl of pain as it burnt on his skin. Opening the cold 
water tap, he howled again, as the water turned to ice. Hurriedly he found a 
comfortable mix, and soaped up his fur.  He usually liked to take more time, for 
'personal pleasure', but he knew that now was not the time to be jerking-off. He 
shut off the water, and leapt from the shower, spraying water all over the 
bathroom. He ripped a fuzzy towel from its hook, and cursed as the hook joined 
the towel in his paw, followed closely by a chunk of the wall. He stared in 
disbelief at the gaping hole for a moment, then continued to dry himself, trying 
to ignore his bad luck. When he was finally satisfied that he was dry, he pulled 
on the fur-tight, one-piece uniform, realising too late that he had forgotten to 
dry his tail. Still, the uniform still clung tightly to his form, accentuating 
his naturally muscular body. He checked his watch, and found that it had stopped 
working. Running back to his bedroom, he managed to get his uniform and tail dry 
with his fur-dryer, and found that his tail kept poofing out, giving him a 
ridiculous, plushie appearance. Picking up his keys he sprinted out the front 
door, locking it behind him. He turned to run down the stairs, then turned 
slowly back, cursing all the time. He hastily unlocked the door, and ran back to 
his bedroom. He spent a moment searching, and then found what he was looking 
for. He ran back out the door, buckling his recall device around his wrist as he 
locked up again. It blinked to life as it came into contact with his fur and 
almost immediately beeped an alert that there was a holo-message for him. 
Sighing, he touched the button that accepted the call. He was greeted by the 
derisive face of a large white lion, as it materialised in front of him. Raz' 
tried to smile happily, giving the lion one of his charismatic grins.
	'Morning Denver, you're looking good. Long time no see.'
	The lion frowned, then replied in an irritated tone, 'Well, I see that you 
haven't changed much in the weeks you've been off, Agent Razor.' His British 
accent emphasised the sarcasm in his voice.
	'Ah, well Denver, you seem to have caught me on a...'
	'I'm not interested in your weak excuses Razor. Just get your furry, gay 
arse down here. We've got an emergency!'
	'Right away, Denver!'
	'Oh, one more thing Agent Razor...'
	'Yes, Denver?'
	'Maybe you would like to zip up your uniform, you seem to be showing a bit 
too much fur' The lion's eyes wandered the length of Razor's body derisively, 
before the hologram winked out of existence.

	The ride over to the complex was thankfully without mishaps, and Razor was 
feeling much better by the time that he reached the entrance to the underground 
bunker. He entered the parking area, and parked his hover-cycle in an empty 
place. A guard stepped forward, barring his path to the elevator. Razor sighed 
impatiently as the guard held up a small scanner to the recall device around his 
wrist, and then stepped aside. As the doors of the elevator closed behind him, 
the sounds of the outside world dwindled. He realised that he was not alone in 
the elevator, and greeted the familiar face of a slim vixen that lounged against 
one wall.
	'Morning Feara. Good to see you again. Has Denver kept you busy in the 
labs?'
	'Razor! Great, with your sex-drive prowling the complex, none of the guys 
are going to get any work done.'
	'Awh, Feara, you're just jealous of the fact that the guys find me more 
attractive than you!'
	'Hah! You are so conceited Raz', not all guys are gay you know.'
	'They are when I'm finished with them' Raz' grinned playfully at Feara. He 
had missed these little exchanges, knowing that they were just affectionate 
banter between friends. Feara had been in the same training class as him in the 
academy, although she had excelled in research, while he had been better in 
field operations. They had even been offered jobs by L.E.G.I.O.N. at the same 
time. They had always been together, and in the times before Razor had accepted 
being gay, they had even gone out once or twice.
	'That's if you get a chance to have your way with them! I would have 
thought you had learnt your lesson after that medieval tavern incident. By the 
way, how is that leg? It was pretty badly messed up, wasn't it?' Feara looked 
sarcastically at Razor.
	'Oh come on Feara. How was I supposed to know that that tiger wasn't gay, 
hmmm? I didn't know he was having a bad day, and I presumed all guys liked being 
stroked...there.'
	'Well, he still beat you up pretty bad. You almost didn't survive the 
return jump.'
	'Hey, I wasn't worried. I knew that I had competent Docs like you waiting 
for me!'
The elevator pinged, and the doors opened. Feara set off towards her lab, but 
shouted over her shoulder, 'Come in to the lab when you have time, I've been 
working on that request of yours.

	The L.E.G.I.O.N. complex seemed more busy than usual, and technicians 
swarmed over the time bubble generators. He spotted Denver's massive body on one 
of the overhead catwalks. The white lion spotted him, and pointed in the 
direction of his office.

	Denver's office was cosy, and Raz' settled into cushy chair and waited for 
the lion to arrive. A brief blast of noise from outside filled the office, 
followed by the sound of the door closing again, and Denver moved round to sit 
down. Razor grinned amicably at the frowning face, hoping to lighten the mood. 
Denver sat down slowly, then stared Razor in the eyes. After an uncomfortably 
long silence, Denver shifted in his chair, putting his footpaws up on his desk, 
and lit a cigar. 
	'So, Razor. Did you enjoy you're little vacation?'
	'No more than usual, Denver, but I'm bursting to get back to work. You 
said there was an emergency?'
	'Oh, that can wait. How's your leg? That gay-bashing tiger wasn't very 
accepting of your advances was he?'
	'Oh gods, does everyone remember that? I hoped that it would of become old 
news by now.'
	'Ah, I suppose you're still sore about being rejected like that. No 
matter, I'm sure you'll be back to your fornicating self soon enough.' Denver 
drew heavily on the cigar, puffing rings into the air.
	'Alright Denver, you've had your fun with me, now what's this emergency!'
	'Oh, we've got a little time ripple in Celtic England,  no big worry.'
	'But you said...'
	'Can you think of a better way to get a lazy otter agent in to work?'
	'Ah, I see. You crafty old dog!'
	'By the way, I was very impressed by those new designs you thought up for 
the recall devices. Gods know, we've got to make them less conspicuous, easier 
to hide away from enemy agents, and you're idea might just work, while it is 
somewhat unorthodox. But I can't help wondering, did you think up those designs 
to help L.E.G.I.O.N., or was it just for personal use? Oh, no matter, we'll be 
fitting all the agents that are willing to wear them with your updated model.' 
Razor blushed visibly, silently cursing Feara for telling Denver about his 
request.
'You're probably a bit out of practice, so I'm going to send you on this Celtic 
mission. It should be an easy one.' Denver  swivelled in his chair, looking out 
over the time bubble generators. 'You had better report to Feara. She can outfit 
you with all the new gadgets, and I'm sure you're eager to try on the new recall 
device.' Razor noticed that Denver was trying hard not to laugh as he said this 
last bit. Slightly miffed about being the laughing stock of the Complex, he 
started to make his way to Feara's lab. His irritation grew, as every single fur 
he passed patted him on his package, and walked away before he could say 
anything. By the time he got to the lab, he was read to bite someone. He stormed 
into the Lab.
'WHAT THE HELL IS EVERFUR'S PROBLEM TODAY! GODS, you have one accident with a 
pissed off barbarian tiger and everyone thinks you're in a constant state of 
being horny!' Feara glanced up from her work, and smiled vindictively at what 
could only be a conspiracy against him.
'What? Don't you like people being so forward with you, hmmm? I guess now you 
know how that tiger felt.' Feara laughed, but made an effort to control herself 
when she noticed that Razor was starting to bare his fangs. 'OKAY RAZ'! Calm 
down, I was only joking. Don't worry about it, I'll tell everyone to stop 
fondling you, okay?'
'You damn well better. Otherwise you may find the sickbay will have a sudden 
increase in paw injuries.'
'Ah, yes well... give me an hour before you do anything drastic. You've spoken 
to Denver?'
'Yes, I have.'
'And he told you how impressed he was with your cock-ring design for the 
recallers?'
'Yes, now please Feara, tell me how he managed to find out about that, hmmm?'
'Oh...um, well... you see, I thought it was such a great idea that  I sort of 
just...blurted it out one day. I'm sorry Razor, but you know, it really is a 
great idea. Here, let me show you it.' Feara opened a drawer next to her, and 
pulled out a small blue rubber ring. She handed it to Razor.
'If you look closely, you'll see that it has the same configuration as the wrist 
recallers, but just on a smaller scale.' Razor looked at the ring, which seemed 
impossibly tiny, until he tried to stretch it. The ring widened it's diameter 
easily, offering the slightest resistance. He stopped stretching, and it 
returned to its original size. Feara continued explaining its functions.
'The one you're holding is the standard issue to all agents. It's equipped with 
all the functions of the original recallers, except for the vibrating alert. I 
thought it might be better to disable that. Some of the extra functions you 
asked for were definitely not for everyone...' Raz' blushed again. '... so I 
made you a different model. I left the vibrating alert on, since I knew you'd 
enjoy that sort of thing.' She took back the blue ring and reached into the draw 
again, this time removing a bright green one. 'Here, specially for you. Oh, 
here, let me show you the extra functions.' She took back the ring, and pointed 
out a button on the side. 'This is that lubricant dispenser you asked for, and 
this one is for the pulse weapon. Make sure it's not aimed at you when fire it, 
and be sure to pull back your sheath. It could easily circumcise you, and I 
don't want to have to sew you back together.' Razor's fur had turned a bright 
red, and Feara was enjoying embarrassing the otter immensely. 'Oh, an added 
bonus was that, because of the sensitivity of the area where you wear it, I was 
able to link it directly to your brain functions. It's configured only for you, 
so no one else can wear it. If they do, it'll constrict until it cuts off the 
wearer's... well, you get the picture. The up side is, you can now command it 
with just a thought. But you still have to protect it, because it can be 
operated manually without being worn' She grinned, and Razor started to feel 
nervous as she approached him slowly. She had a distinctly mischievous look in 
her eyes.  When she got within arms length of him, she pounced on his body, 
taking him completely by surprise.
'Here, let me show you how to put it on.' She quickly stripped off his uniform, 
forcibly pulled back his sheath and stretched the ring over his dick. Razor 
turned a dark shade of purple, feeling incredibly embarrassed as she stood back 
to admire her work. 'A nice fit if I don't say so myself. Oh, I almost forgot. 
Knowing your...um, enthusiastic approach to sex, I added one final function' She 
leant over and pushed a small bump on the side of the ring, which promptly 
extended itself into a condom. Razor was on the verge of fainting from distress, 
and Feara noticed that she might have gone too far. 'Oh, I'm sorry Raz', I 
didn't mean to be so...rough, but you don't have to worry, I mean, I've seen 
your dick before. Here...' She pushed the bump again, and the ring returned to 
its previous form. Razor was shaking visibly, and found that he couldn't move. 
Feara was his friend, but he was still embarrassed by what she had done. He 
silently zipped up his uniform, and then let out a quiet whimper. Despite his 
brash fa‡ade, he was a very sensitive creature, and he promptly sat down and 
began to cry.
'Oh Raz', what's wrong? Did I hurt you?'
'-sob- No! It's just... I feel so ashamed about this all. I mean, everyone knows 
about it now. What are they going to think about me?'
'Hey, don't worry about it. I've given exactly the same treatment to all the 
other agents that have come in asking for one. Oh wait, didn't Denver tell you?'
'-sniff- Tell me what?'
'It's a complete success amongst the agents, they love them. They think that 
it's a great idea to hide the recallers in the last place an enemy would look. I 
mean, how many agents are going to pull back somefur's sheath and have a look 
around underneath, apart from you, hmmm? Yeah, okay, I admit that it's an idea 
that only a gay horny otter like yourself could come up with, but as Denver 
always says, give the troops what they want, right?'
'Yeah, I guess so. So you mean, they liked the idea? They didn't think I was a 
pervert or anything?'
'Of course not, after all, they already know you're a pervert, but a good idea 
is a good idea, no matter where it comes from.' Feara reverted back to her 
sarcastic voice. She gave Razor a friendly hug, and wiped away the tears in his 
eyes.
'Now come my big, furry otter, I've got lots more to show you.' 

Feara got up and lead Razor by the paw into the next room. Her assistant, a 
large grey and extremely attractive male wolf called Jordan, was laying out a 
number of gadgets on a table.
Jordan smiled, 'Hi Razor, good to see you're back on your footpaws.'
'Oh, hi Jordan. Tell me, have you reconsidered that offer I made you?' Razor 
grinned devilishly at him, feeling altogether much better.
'Come now Razor, you know that I'm straight.'
'Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy other 'forbidden fruits'' Feara 
stepped in between Jordan and himself, as he was about to pounce on the 
scrumptious wolf.
'Sorry Razor, not now! We've got more important things to deal with. These...' 
She indicated to the table, '...are our latest inventions. We've been pretty 
busy while you were away.' She lifted what looked like a standard issue sonic 
pistol.
'This little baby is exactly what it looks like, but we discovered a rather 
interesting side effect when we upped the power on it.' She pointed it casually 
at Jordan's tail, and fired a short blast. The wolf yelped in surprise, but was 
kept busy trying to deal with his tail, which had started thrashing about 
uncontrollably.
'It has the same effect on the other muscles of the body, it's very painful, but 
completely harmless.' Razor was looking very concerned, watching the young wolf 
writhing on the floor. 'Oh, don't worry, the effects wear off in about ten 
minutes.' Feara stepped over the squirming wolf, and picked up a small black 
sphere.
'Now this is an interesting one. It's a static ball. You turn it on by squeezing 
it...' She squeezed it, and promptly dropped it onto Jordan's chest. The poor 
wolf's fur instantly stood on end, and he turned into an enormous powder-puff. 
'This immobilises your target completely, until you remove the ball.' She walked 
over and plucked the sphere off the wolf's chest. Though dishevelled, his fur 
returned to its former shape. The young wolf panted heavily, exhausted by the 
torture he was going through. Feara continued with her explanations, oblivious 
to the plight of the poor creature. She moved on, picking up a silver disc.
'Ah, I know how you can't abide violence, Razor, but I thought this might 
useful, if we consider the tiger incident. Here let me show you.'  She clipped 
the disc to her thigh, and tapped it twice. The air just above her fur seemed to 
shimmer slightly, but otherwise nothing changed. She strode over to the still 
struggling Jordan, and lifted him by the fur on his chest with just one paw. She 
let go of him, apparently oblivious to the whimper of pain as he hit the floor 
again. She tapped the disc, and the air shimmered again. 'It creates a barrier 
around you that augments your own muscles. Sort of like a transparent 
exoskeleton.' Razor felt distinctly sorry for Jordan, as he watched him curl up 
on the floor, but didn't say anything, fearing that the next gadget might be 
used on him. 
'Ah, last but certainly not least, is the pride of our new collection, the psi-
glove.' She lifted a silver gauntlet, and fit it snugly over her paw. 'You know 
that we have a couple of agents with psionic abilities, well all of us have 
them, but they are just not strong enough to do anything. This senses and 
amplifies any of your natural psi-talents, for example...' She pointed at the 
tip of Jordan's tail, and it burst into flame in a flash of light. At this final 
outrage, Razor intervened, throwing himself on the burning tail of the wolf and 
putting it out before any damage could be done. Feara gave him a smug look, as 
if she had been waiting to see how much it would take to get him to react. 
'You'll need some training in the psi-facility, but you should gain control over 
at least one of the elements.' She pulled off the glove, and handed everything 
to Razor in a small black pouch. Razor removed the sonic pistol, and put it into 
his thigh-holster. Unbuckling his old recaller, he handed it almost regretfully 
to Feara. She looked at him sceptically, and held out the recaller.
'You had better transfer all the information in this to your new recaller.' Raz' 
sighed, because he had hoped to avoid this indignity. He took the old recaller 
back, and shoved it down the front of his uniform. He could feel the information 
flowing from one recaller to the other, and was surprised by the fact that he 
could remember every piece of information he had ever stored in it. 
Noticing his reaction, Feara piped up, 'I told you that the mental connection is 
an advantage. Oh, and the unit doesn't need to be recharged, it runs off your 
own body's electricity. Now I just have to design one for the female agents. You 
wouldn't have any more good ideas would you?' 
Razor frowned, before explaining carefully, 'Sorry Feara, I only get good ideas 
when I know what I'm talking about, and if there is one thing I'll never 
understand, it's females. I've never been able to see what other guys like about 
them. Males are so much more...cuddly.'
'You know, that's one thing I can agree with you on.' Feara ruffled his fur, and 
began to push him towards the door. 'Now get out, I've got work to do.'
'But Jordan...'
'Don't worry about him, I'll take care of it', and with a final shove, Razor 
found himself in the corridor again. Walking back to Denver's office, he 
received only two pats on the groin, and he took the time to enjoy them. Once 
the other furs realised he was enjoying it, rather than becoming irritated, they 
stopped. Before entering the warm office, he glanced at the screen the hung 
overhead. It indicated any disturbances in time, caused by other travellers. 
Staring at the dot which pulsed over England, he thought back to his training as 
a temporal agent. He remembered what the instructor had said, concerning the 
recallers.
'NEVER lose this!', the old linx said, holding up the bulky wrist strap, 
'Without it, you will not be able to come home. It holds within it all the codes 
to activate the bubble generators. It is your duty, indeed your very reason for 
living, that it never falls into the wrong hands.'
Since then, the danger of another using the generators had receded into the 
past, since the codes where changed after every mission. Still, each recaller 
held a large amount of data, mostly directly from the L.E.G.I.O.N. mainframe. He 
smiled to himself, and patted his new recaller gently. At least now, there was 
much less chance of it being found.

He knocked on the door, and heard Denver's gruff voice from the inside. He 
opened it, and walked bravely inside. Closing the door behind him, he heard the 
lion chuckle quietly.
'So Agent Razor, did you enjoy the fitting?'
'Damn you Denver, you knew she was going to do that to me! Why didn't you warn 
me?'
'Well, I though maybe it would change your view on females. It's bad form to 
have a gay otter working on the payroll.' Razor knew he was joking, since 
L.E.G.I.O.N. where actually quite pro gay furs.
'Sorry to disappoint you old sport, but since I'm attracted to you, I must still 
be gay. Although, its not going any further than that, you're just not my type. 
No hard feelings, Denver?'
'None whatsoever Razor. Keep your furry body away from me and we will get along 
just fine. Still, what do you think now that you've seen your design in action? 
I really was quite surprised. Work of this calibre coming from you, it's just 
not normal. I've been considering getting one myself.' Razor nearly fell out of 
his chair from surprise.
'Oh, ha, sorry Denver, it's just... I didn't think it was really your style.'
'Why? Because I'm British?'
'No, it's just that you are normally sort of, well... boring.'
'BORING! Agent Razor, just because I don't go around bonking every female I see, 
or male for that matter, it does not mean that I'm any less interesting than you 
are!' Denver rose in his chair, becoming almost menacing, before a gentle smile 
returned to his face. 'But I'm glad you told me the truth, you know, spoke your 
mind. It's an admirable quality. Yes, please forgive me, I didn't mean to insult 
you.' He fumbled with some papers on his desk, looking rather unsettled.
'It's okay Denver, it's nice to know that I have the reputation of a slut. Gives 
me something to talk about.'
'Ahem...yes well...um, here is the information on the Celtic mission. It appears 
that we have a problem with a terrorist organisation known as 'the Vermin of 
Damocles'. It is composed largely of rats from southern asia, but they do have 
others in their ranks. They have sent back a number of operatives to Celtic 
England, and are attempting to take over a small duchy there. Our probes say 
that they aren't having much success, but they have managed to raise a small 
army and take over all the lands surrounding a castle. We're going to dump you 
in a wood, just south of the castle. Here, let me show you the layout of the 
land. He punched in a sequence on a keypad next to his desk, and a hologram 
appeared above the desktop. 

	'The Red dot is where we expect you to touch down, the yellow dots show 
projected positions of the enemy. We know that they are of a greater number than 
shown here. The castle is surrounded by a deep moat. For an otter of your 
calibre, it should prove little problem. Let me say now Razor, this isn't about 
the protection of the status quo. Your job is to neutralise the invading army by 
whatever means possible. I take it you've been given the new psi-glove. It 
should prove useful, You can use it to pass yourself off as a druid. From what I 
know, you have strong Celtic roots anyway, so who knows, you may have other 
talents. I want you to get inside the castle and co-ordinate an attack on the 
'vermin of Damocles'. Be careful though Razor, because from what we can tell, at 
least three operatives of theirs are there, and they will have almost certainly 
taken modern technology with them. I'm sorry about this, but time is of the 
essence, and I can give you only twenty-four hours to prepare. The generators 
are working at full capacity to keep a pathway open as it is. We could lose the 
window if we wait any longer. Do you understand?'
	'Completely Denver. You can count on me.'
	'One other thing Raz'. There will be no reinforcements on this mission. We 
can't spare the resources at the moment. With luck, I will be able to send 
through one shipment of tech. We'll drop it in the castle courtyard when we 
receive your signal from inside.'
	'Sure thing Denver. I guess I better go find Feara and get training with 
this psi-glove thing.'
	'No Razor, I cannot spare Feara at the moment, but I have however assigned 
you a trainer.' He pressed a button, and a moment later the door opened, 
allowing a tall, thin and well-endowed female cougar to enter.
	'Razor, allow me to introduce you to Delphi.' Razor stood up, offering 
Delphi his seat. She sat down carefully, and lounged back in a sensuous manner. 
Razor couldn't help but wonder if this was another one of Denver's attempts at 
'straightening' him out. If it was, it wasn't working.
	'Delphi is our foremost psi-agent. Her natural powers seem to stem from 
her own Celtic blood, and I thought she might be able to help you unlock your 
abilities. Show him what you can do, Delphi.'
	Delphi stood up, and placing her hands on Razor's shoulders, she stared 
deep into his eyes. He suddenly found himself in the centre of a lake, 
surrounded by blue skies and green horizons. The image shifted, and he was 
flying high about the city. It shifted again, and he found himself tied to a 
bed, with a pale, hairless creature towering over him. He panicked, trying to 
break free of his bonds. He cried out, and found himself back in Denver's 
office, his fur soaked in sweat
	Delphi released his arms, stepping forward to support him as he started to 
collapse.
	'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. It just slipped in there. Oh gods 
I'm sorry!' Delphi seemed desperate to get a response out of him. Considering 
what he had just experienced, he found it rather hard to talk. 
	He finally managed a whisper,  'Wow!'
	Denver lent forward, 'Yes, it is rather interesting isn't it. Delphi 
specialises in telepathy, but what powers you could have we can only imagine. I 
want you two to get to work on it immediately.'
	'Yes Denver, right away.' Delphi and Razor responded together, grinning at 
each other. It was apparent that Delphi felt the same way about Denver as Razor 
did. They left his office, and Delphi led Razor to the elevator. This confused 
Raz' slightly.
	'Delphi, why are we leaving the complex?'
	'Who said we were leaving it. We're simply going to a more secure area.'
	'More secure than this!!??' Razor glanced around at the automated turrets 
and stun guns that peppered the walls.
	'Yes.' She stepped into the elevator, and motioned to Raz' that he should 
do the same. The door closed behind them, and that now familiar feeling of 
isolation came over Razor. 
Delphi turned to him, 'Razor, could you please put your paw here.' She pointed 
at a silver panel that Razor could not recall being there before. He did as he 
was told, and felt a tingle pass up and down the pads of his paw. 
An electronic voice boomed into the small elevator, 'Agent Razor has been 
authorised for psi-training.' The elevator started to move down, and stopped 
shortly afterwards. The doors opened, and what Razor saw took his breath away.
In the depths of the earth, Razor stared into massive rectangular cavern, easily 
a kilometre across. Delphi touched his shoulder lightly, indicating that he 
should follow her. She led him out into the centre of the field, into which 
there was set a silver disc, about three metres across. Delphi placed the palm 
of her paw in the centre of the disc, and again a computer boomed out, 'Agent 
Delphi scanned, initiating psi-program.' The air all around them started to 
shiver, and piece by piece, the cavern changed its appearance. Razor found 
himself in the middle of the same lake he had seen before.
'I thought we would start with something that you were familiar with. Do you 
recognise the scene?'
'Yes, you showed it to me in Denver's office.'
'That's right. I thought it would be best to start with simple controls. You're 
an otter, right?'
'Yup, otter to the core.'
'Well, then you should be able to work with water fairly easily. Don't be afraid 
to experiment. While we're here, I can control everything that happens. I can do 
anything here, since it is modelled on my mind. For you however, you will only 
be able to influence things that your talents allow. Do you understand?'
'Ah, not really. What is this place?'
'It's the psi-training area. It creates a holographic representation of whatever 
the trainer wants. That is why I can control what it does. The trainees can only 
do things they would normally be able to do. But enough of that, put on your 
psi-glove. You probably won't always need it, but for getting started, we might 
as well use one. Here, try this.' Delphi stepped out on the water, and remained 
afloat. She continued to walk, her footpaws creating ripples in the surface, but 
never sinking further than a few centimetres. Razor looked uncertainly at the 
water.
'Don't be afraid. Just imagine that the water is solid.' Razor took a deep 
breathe, and stepped out on to the water. It went instantaneously solid, 
supporting his paw. Surprised by this, he walked out further. He tried running, 
and again, the water held him up. Delphi grinned wildly at him.
'Well, that's a surprise. Most trainees fall through the surface first time 
round. I guess you are more talented than I thought. Right, you seem to have 
mastered that. Lets try something more challenging.' She lifted her arms and a 
column of water rose up in front of her. It quivered, and then fell back into 
the lake. Razor, filled with enthusiasm, did the same, and was suddenly 
propelled into the air, with a  massive pillar of water rising up all around 
him. He called out for Delphi's help, and she blinked out of existence in a 
flash of light, reappearing next to him on the rising column.
'Wow Raz'! How the hell did you do that! Are you sure you haven't done this 
before.' 
Razor started to panic, and screamed at Delphi, 'JUST MAKE IT STOP!' She 
shrugged and he found himself back on the silver disc. The giant shaft of water 
crashed back into the lake. A moment later Delphi popped back into existence 
next to him.
'Dear gods, you are special. No one's done that before. I can see we are going 
to have to be careful with you. Just remember, you are in control, you can stop 
anything that you start. Just relax.'
'RELAX! How the fuck can I relax when I just about got myself killed!'
'Okay Raz', calm down. I'm sorry, but you have to understand that I really 
hadn't expected anything like that from you. Things will go more smoothly now, I 
promise. The first thing we can do is take off that glove. You definitely don't 
need it.'
'But...I've never been able to do anything like this.'
'Maybe you just never tried.' Delphi pointed at the glove, and it 
dematerialised. She walked out onto the water again, beckoning for Razor to 
follow her. He was less sure of himself as he did it this time, but it made him 
concentrate harder. He got the same response from the water as he had before. A 
few more steps, and he convinced himself that he no longer needed the glove. 
Delphi moved over to him, and put a hand on his shoulder.
'Try the column of water again, but this time focus your mind on a specific 
patch of water.' Doing as he was told, he was rewarded with a small snake of 
water that rose out of the lake. On a whim, he tried to cool it down, and the 
snake turned instantly into ice. Emotions rushed through his body, mostly 
happiness. He had never felt this powerful, not even with a weapon in his paws. 
He threw his paws into the air, and pillars rose around him. He flitted amongst 
them, adding little ornaments here and there, and before long he had constructed 
a massive temple, complete with statues and an altar. He returned to where 
Delphi was standing, panting from exertion.
'Well, what do you think?'
'I think that you aren't taking this very seriously.' With that she turned on 
the temple and vaporised it in a ball of flame. 'Now, I know this is fun, but 
there is a lot of things you still have to learn.  Like being responsible with 
your powers!' Razor looked ashamedly at his footpaws, and Delphi took pity on 
the otter.
'Oh, I'm sorry if I shouted Razor. I guess I'm just a bit jealous that it came 
so easily to you. It took me months to develop my talents to the same level as 
you.'
'Okay Delphi, but look at it from another point of view. I have a great 
teacher.'
'Thank you Razor. I'm flattered. Come, I've got something else to show you.' She 
closed her eyes, and the lake disappeared. Razor found himself on top of a 
skyscraper, with blue sky on all sides.
'Well Raz', you've proven yourself with water, but your personality seems like 
an air elemental. Why don't you give it a whirl. Here, try this.' Delphi floated 
gently into the air, and then soared off into the sky. Razor looked sceptically 
off the side of the building, and then up at her. Taking a deeper breath than 
ever before, he closed his eyes, and felt his paws leave the ground.
'Ha, you did it Raz', you did it! Great work. Now try some controlled flight.' 
Razor opened his eyes, and found himself floating above the roof of the 
skyscraper. He felt panic well up inside him, and he glanced around for Delphi. 
She was instantly beside him, and he relaxed. Slowly, he concentrated on moving 
upwards, and he glided into the sky. He felt the power flowing through him, and 
he soared like an eagle, darting through the air as if it were water. Delphi 
suddenly appeared before him, and he remembered not to get carried away.
'I know about your mission, and I thought I'd show you something that could 
prove useful. Watch carefully'
Delphi crossed her arms, and her body slowly became transparent until she was 
invisible.
'So, what do you think!?'
'Oh wow! Where are you?' Delphi faded back into reality.
Razor spun upwards, finding a clear patch of sky to try this new trick in. 
Crossing his arms he tried hard to get himself to disappear, but nothing 
happened.
'Delphi, why isn't it working?'
'It is, you just don't realise it. Just look at yourself from the outside, not 
the inside.' He shifted his perspective, and suddenly his paws disappeared. 
Satisfied that he could do it, he faded himself back.
'Wow! Why aren't more of our agents trained like this?'
'Well, it's not everyone that can do this sort of thing. At least, not without a 
psi-glove. But you have to be careful Razor. Using these powers makes you really 
tired in the real world. You could find yourself in the middle of a battle 
without any energy.'
'Oh damn, I knew there was a catch.'
'Don't worry, it's nothing that sleep won't fix, and believe me, it's a greater 
weapon than any gun could be! Oh well, I can't teach you much more Razor. You've 
learnt everything I could show you. The rest you have to learn yourself. Just 
know that it won't be this easy once we return to the real world. Okay?'
'Yeah, I think so.' He felt a pang of disappointment at having to give up all 
this power. Delphi noticed the unhappy look on his face, and comforted him.
'I understand what you're going through. It would be great to be able to use 
these powers adlib, but we have to accept that we can't. We can be happy in the 
knowledge that they will be there if we need them urgently, but only then. You 
will know when to use them. But come, you are going to need sleep. You have done 
a lot of work.' They found themselves back on the silver disc, and the cavern 
flickered back to it's original form. Almost immediately, Razor felt how drained 
of energy he was. Delphi was fine, considering everything she had done was a 
hologram. He suddenly felt faint, and collapsed in her arms. Lifting his limp 
body she carried him back to the elevator.

Razor woke up in a hard bed that he immediately identified as one of those found 
in the infirmary. The rough sheets confirmed his suspicions. Getting up, he 
found that he was naked, except for the soft ring of his recaller. He looked 
around, and found a new uniform hanging on a hook nearby. It was obviously meant 
for him, since it bore his call sign on its breast, an inverted triangle with a 
paw print inside it. While he was getting into it, Feara walked in, obviously 
intending to wake him up.
'Oh Raz', I see you are already awake. Hurry up, your jump is in fifteen 
minutes. How is the recaller? You aren't having any allergic reactions to it or 
anything?'
'WHAT ALLERGIC REACTIONS!!!!???'
'Oh nothing important, just a horrible rash that some agents got. It must have 
been a bad batch of latex. Don't worry, I made you're from a separate compound.'
'Oh thank the gods!'
'Come on you silly otter, you're going to be late.' He strapped on his holster, 
and then moved quickly past Feara, giving Jordan a passionate goodbye kiss on 
the lips. The wolf just stood there, completely surprised by the action. Feara 
scowled at Razor, and he returned and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
'Keep the bed warm for me Jordan, I'll be back soon.' The wolf shook himself 
from a daze.
'Dream on Razor, you may be a good kisser, but I'm still a straight wolf!'
'We'll see, goodbye you two.'

	Razor ran down the corridor towards the bubble chamber. When he reached 
it, he saw that the gateway was already open. Denver rushed over to him.
	'Here Razor, I thought this might come in handy.' He handed Razor a long 
wooden staff, tipped with metals. Razor recognised it as an amazon warrior staff 
that he had brought back from one mission he had gone on. He accepted it 
gratefully.
	'Good luck Agent Razor, this will be the first field test of the new 
recaller, so use it as much as possible.' 
Razor grinned impishly, 'Oh I don't think that will be a problem Denver.' He ran 
up the ramp to the gateway before Denver could ask what he meant. Turning, he 
waved goodbye to all the technicians, then jumped into the bubble.

Razor had always enjoyed the sensation of time travel. It felt like thousands of 
strong fingers where massaging him all over his body. He had heard other agents 
complain that they thought it was a bit violating, but he rather liked it. 
Lights rushed past him as he flew down the travel corridor. Sparks started 
flying through his fur, and he could see the end of the passageway. He hit the 
threshold, and his world exploded into a million pieces. He felt the familiar 
rush of wind as he appeared in the night sky above a forest. Bracing himself, he 
concentrated his mind, and found himself floating gently to the ground. This was 
a pleasant surprise, since most landings were generally fairly painful. The dark 
night closed around him, and he took a moment to allow his eyes to adjust. All 
around him, shouts of alarm echoed through the woods.
'Damn, they must have seen the entry bubble' He thought to himself. He was up on 
his feet immediately, sprinting silently though the forest. He tripped, crashing 
into a bush. The shouts renewed themselves when they heard the noise. Jumping 
up, he continued dashing for the safety of the castle. He could see its lights 
in the distance. He was almost to the wall when he remembered all too late that 
there was a moat, and he plunged headfirst into the cold dirty water. Taking a 
deep breath, he swam as deep down as he could. Lights appeared at the surface, 
but soon lost interest and dispersed. He swam to the wall, and surfaced as 
quietly as he could. Unfortunately, the wall was as smooth as glass, and offered 
no paw holds at all. He floated on his back for a while, trying to decide what 
to do, then he remembered what Delphi had taught him. He concentrated hard on 
the water beneath him, and willed it to rise up. It immediately did so, but did 
not take him with it. Instead, it created a tower of water that passed around 
him. Razor was not one to be dissatisfied with a failed idea, since it would 
still serve his purposes. Ducking under the water, he swam straight up the 
column he had created. When he surfaced at the top, he simply stepped onto the 
battlements. Unfortunately, the noise of the water falling back into the moat 
raised the alarms, not only in the enemy camp, but also within the castle 
itself. Razor suddenly found himself surrounded by a bristling bush of spears 
and swords. Someone hit him over the head with a club, and the world around him 
dimmed into darkness.

Lights danced in front of his eyes, and his head ached. He felt carefully around 
the back, and found the spot where he had been hit. Prodding gently at it, he 
decided that it wasn't too serious. He looked around the room he was imprisoned 
in, and was pleasantly surprised. He lay on a soft four poster bed, covered in 
expensive silks. The floor was covered in richly-coloured carpets, and all 
around the room, tapestries of bright and happy scenes hung. On a table nearby, 
lay his pouch, his holster with the gun still in it, as well as a silk robe and 
his staff. He got out of the bed, and realised in a strange, deja vu sort of way 
that he was naked again. A fire blazed in a fireplace, in front of which his 
uniform dried. He walked over to the table, and picked up the robe. It dawned on 
him that many of the tapestries bore a crest that was similar to the inverted 
triangle of his call sign. He looked at the robe, which was a deep purple. He 
pulled it over his head, and found that it was a perfect fit, though it lacked a 
tail hole. He tore one himself. He hated having to wrap his tail around his 
legs. Having adjusted the robe to suit his body, he buckled the holster around 
his waist, and attached the pouch to the belt and picked up the staff. He 
wandered over to a mirror, and realised that he cut a striking figure as an 
otter druid. It hit him like a ton of bricks that that was what must have 
happened. The inhabitants of the castle thought he was a powerful wizard, and 
where trying to make up for the indignity of being hit over the head. Oh well, 
who was he to complain.
His stomach growled loudly, and he looked around for some food. He found it, in 
generous supply, but forced himself not to eat too much, realising that there 
must be a shortage of food during the siege. He put a few fruits into his pouch 
for later. A cautious knock on the door diverted his attention from the plate of 
eats. It opened gingerly, to reveal a large muscular tiger that seemed extremely 
familiar. In a wave of nausea, he realised it to be an older version of the 
tiger that he had once hit on in a tavern, and who had responded with hitting of 
a harder variety. Controlling the urge to run like the wind, he tried to look as 
powerful as possible, but removed the silver disc from the pouch and clipped it 
to his thigh, just in case. Fortunately, the tiger appeared not to have made the 
connection that he had, and Razor realised that it must be a good twenty years 
later. The tiger stepped forward nervously, and bowed deeply.
'Welcome, most powerful druid, to our humble castle.' The tiger's voice quivered 
as he said this, and Razor decided to have some fun with the brute that had 
beaten him up so badly.
'What is the meaning of this, you squirming worm!? I come to this castle, hoping 
to offer assistance in the battle, and instead you brutes attack me! I have a 
good mind to take the side of the vermin outside. The gods know I could level 
this castle if I wished.' 
The tiger trembled visibly at the thought of this fate, and Razor felt a 
affection for this cringing tiger well up within him. Changing his tone 
completely he moved forwards, stretching out his arms towards the tiger, 
'Oh, come here you silly thing, I'm not going to do anything to this castle. I 
was stupid to try to sneak in under the cover of dark. It was as much my fault 
that I did not explain myself properly' 
He hugged the tiger close, and while he felt him tense up, he made no attempt to 
push him away. Razor was beginning to enjoy the control he would have over these 
furs. He made the decision that he would not hide away the fact that he was gay, 
since he felt that they would have to respect him anyway. He let the tiger go, 
and he backed away from Razor uncertainly, obviously surprised by the change in 
the emotions of the wizard that stood before him.
'Tell me, are you the lord of this castle, or are all the guards this cute?'
'I...I'm sorry great druid, I do not understand what you mean.'
'Oh come now, I just said I think you are attractive, now what do you have to 
say to that?' The tiger frowned, before responding.
'Well, to be perfectly honest...I do not think the feeling is mutual, my lord.'
'Ah...I see. Oh well, you can't have it all your way. Now, are you the lord of 
this castle?' The tiger relaxed, and seemed eager to get off the topic of his 
sexual preference.
'Yes, druid, I am. I go by the name of Blitz.'
'Well met Blitz, you will please call me Razor, I can't stand all these formal 
titles.'
'As you wish milor... Razor.' Blitz bowed again.
'And do stop bowing like that! Treat me as an equal, alright?'
'Yes Razor. Ah...Are you satisfied with you accommodations?'
'Hell yes, I don't think I've ever stayed in a room as...well furnished as this 
one.'
'Then it is to your liking?' Razor sighed, seeing that he would have to be 
careful about how he phrased his responses from now on.
'Yes, gracious lord.  I am greatly honoured by the reverence you show to me. 
Now, please could you tell me what time it is.'
'Certainly Razor, it is approximately three hours since the sun rose.'
'Damn, Have I been asleep that long?'
'Yes, my guards gave you quite a twack. I am truly sorry for that, because our 
own druid has just passed away, and without his help, we have been fighting a 
losing battle ever since. I hope you will not hold it against us.'
'Oh rubbish, why would I do that. Come, you had better introduce me to the rest 
of the inhabitants. I get the feeling that we might be here a while.'
'Absolutely, great Razor. I will call my best  furs together immediately.' Blitz 
rushed from the room, and Razor had to hurry after him when he realised that he 
did not know his way around.
'Wait, Lord Blitz, could you send someone to act as a guide for me?'
'By the fur on my back yes, but of course, great Razor!' the tiger shouted over 
his shoulder.
'And you can drop the great...' Blitz disappeared around a corner as Raz' 
shouted this.

Razor returned to his room, and busied himself with seeing to the lump on the 
back of his head. A knock on the door once again shifted his attention away from 
himself.
'Enter!' A young female tiger dressed in dark silk flounced into the room. Razor 
immediately took a disliking to her. 
'I take it that you are the guide that Lord Blitz has sent me?'
'Yes, that is correct, oh great, powerful, all seeing druid of the hidden grove' 
She draped herself against Razor, who pushed her away rather roughly.
'Hey now, get off me! I'm sorry, but I will not be treated like some sex toy 
that you can snuggle up to when you wish. If I'm not mistaken, you are a 
daughter to Lord Blitz. That be as it may, you should realise that while I am a 
great and powerful druid, I am also homosexual, and am not in slightest way 
interested in you.' The young girl reeled at this news, cringing in the corner. 
Razor felt immediately guilty for shouting at the girl, and he walked over to 
her and gently took her by the hand.
'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout. Are you okay?'
'Yes, milord, I'm fine. Please, can you forgive me for being so forward. You 
understand that I did not know you were... that way.'
'Oh please, I've already forgotten it.' Razor suddenly remembered that he had to 
get a message to Denver. 'Now, what is your name, little one?' Razor felt 
strange calling someone that was barely younger than him little. He himself was 
only eighteen. Temporal Agents were chosen young.
'Tiera, Milord. They call me Tiera.'
'That's a beautiful name Tiera. Do you think, if you're feeling up to it, you 
could show me the way to the courtyard. I'm expecting a special spell from the 
main druid council.' The young tiger perked up quite a bit at the mention of 
magic, and she grinned at him.
'But of course, my gracious lord. And if you wish, I can introduce you to some 
males of your own age. I'm sure some of them might be interested in you.' Tiera 
grinned devilishly at Razor, picking up on his own playfulness.
'Ah well, business before pleasure Tiera. Please, lead the way to the 
courtyard.' She got up, smoothed off her dress and made her way towards the 
door. When she wasn't looking, Raz' quickly slipped a paw under his robe and 
gave his sheath a squeeze, activating the recall device. The guard that was 
standing at the door must have noticed this, since he winked at Razor as he 
walked past. Just what the wink meant, Razor was too surprised to stop and find 
out. He followed Tiera down a long corridor, and found that the tapping of the 
metallic end of the staff on the flagstones irritated him incredibly. He 
strapped it across his back, pausing quickly to shift it into a comfortable 
position. Tiera turned around, realising that the tapping had stopped, and 
grinned back at Razor. 
'I didn't think you were old enough to need that staff to walk.'
'Oh heavens no, I'm barely older than you are. How old are you?'
'Sixteen, Milord.'
'You see, I'm only two years older than you.'
'And yet you are a master druid?'
'Oh yes, we are educated and trained from very young to do what we do. But 
enough banter girl, I must be getting to the courtyard.'
'Yes, of course milord' Tiera set off at a faster pace down the passage, knowing 
now that Razor could keep up with her. They soon arrived in the courtyard, and 
Razor was relieved to see that it was clear of any obstructions that could cause 
a problem with the jump. He instructed Tiera to stand along one of the walls, 
and he cleared the yard of any other bystanders. They hurried out of the way of 
his regal figure, taking up places on the battlements to watch the show. Razor 
stood for a moment in the centre of the yard, feeling the warm sun on his fur. 
He realised that he would have to use all his skills of showmanship if he was to 
get these furs to believe that he was a great druid. He unstrapped the staff 
from his back, and held it up to the sunlight. The metal caught the glare of the 
sun, and reflected it in bright rays all around. All the furs perched on the 
battlements gasped, and Razor was filled with confidence. If a flash of light 
could amaze them, an exit bubble would certainly cause a stir. Just for fun, he 
concentrated his mind on the air around him, and he caused his robes to swirl in 
a majestic manner. Shifting his concentration to the staff, he let the air lift 
it from his paws, and it twirled silently in front of him. The gasps of 
astonishment echoed around the courtyard. He twirled the staff faster and 
faster, until it was a blur of blue light. He closed his eyes, and issued the 
command that would send the message back to the complex. For a moment, there was 
complete silence, and then the air was filled with crackling. Razor brought the 
staff back to him, and stepped back. The air where he had been standing started 
to shimmer, although this time it was not his doing. He pointed the staff at it 
for extra effect, and a moment later, the exit bubble opened in front of him. To 
his great surprise, no crate of supplies arrived. He waited a moment longer, 
staring into the swirling colours of the gateway. All of a sudden, a grey shape 
was hurled out of the sphere, and landed right on top him. In a great finale, 
the staff was knocked from his paws, and at the same instant the exit bubble 
slammed shut with a loud bang. Despite the disappointment of no supplies, he was 
pleasantly surprised by what had been sent to him. He lay on his back, staring 
into the blue eyes of a young wolf he recognised as Jordan.
'Hey Jordy, I guess you like me more than we both thought.' Jordan got up 
quickly, dusting off the uniform of a temporal agent. Razor thought that the 
body-hugging suit looked really good on him, especially when he considered how 
well it showed of the wolf's crotch.
'Oh give it a break Razor. You're lucky to get anybody.'
'Congratulations on your promotion. You look grrrreat in a time-suit!' Razor was 
happy for Jordan, particularly since his new position meant that Feara couldn't 
abuse him any more, well, at least not as much.
'Yeah, I do, don't I...' Jordan was the same age as him, a distinct bonus in 
Razor's eyes. The sounds of celebration reached their ears. Jordan glanced 
around at his surrounding, before offering a paw to Razor, helping him up off 
the ground and dusting off his robe. Razor just stood there, enjoying the heavy 
petting.
'You know, you don't have to take so much pleasure from this, Razor. I mean, I 
didn't have to come, and I will gladly go back.' Razor gave Jordan one of his 
famous puppy-eye looks, and Jordan's icy manner melted immediately. Razor looked 
up at the faces on the battlements, and noting that they were eager for more, he 
hugged Jordan tight and kissed him passionately. Jordan resisted for a few 
moments, but just gave himself over when he realised that he had little hope of 
getting away, and that he was rather enjoying it himself. Cheers and shouts 
mingled with the cries of disgust as the all the other furs realised what was 
happening. When Razor finished, he looked deep into Jordan's blue eyes, and 
spotted what he was looking for.
'You enjoyed that, didn't you?' Jordan looked guiltily at his footpaws, and 
nodded gingerly. Raz's heart leapt in his chest, but he managed to control 
himself, not wishing to embarrass Jordan any further in front all these furs. 
Putting a comforting arm around him, Razor led him back to the corridor where 
Tiera was waiting. He couldn't help grinning wildly at her.
'Tiera, let me introduce you to Jordan. He wasn't what I was expecting to get, 
but he's ten times better than any spell could be.' He licked affectionately at 
one of Jordan's ears, but he pulled away, though not as much as usual. Tiera 
stepped forward, kneeling before the two agents.
'I am at your disposal, great druids. What is it I can do for you?' Jordan 
started to protest at the treatment, but Razor interrupted him.
'Tiera, could you see that a robe like mine is delivered to my quarters. We will 
be waiting there. If you could then also find your father and see if he has 
managed to assemble his furs yet, I would greatly appreciate it.'
'But of course, Razor' She skipped off down the corridor.
'Razor, if you don't explain what is going on here right now, I'll remove you 
cock, recaller and all.'
'No need to get kinky Jordan. Come on, we can talk in my room. It's really very 
comfortable.'
Razor took Jordan by the paw, and led him back to his room. Jordan gasped at the 
luxury of everything. He walked over to the tray of food, and began to 'wolf' 
down a few pieces of dried meat. He sat down in one of the tall-backed chairs, 
and gave Razor a inquisitive look. He grinned at Razor before he stuffed his 
muzzle with another piece of meat.
'Mmm, grumph...-gulp-... so, what is it you've got yourself into this time?'
'Ha, you'll never guess. You remember that Tiger I ran into in that British 
tavern on my last mission?'
'Oh yes, the one you came on to.  How could I forget.  You looked really strange 
in a body cast.'
'Yes well, joking aside, twenty years from then in his time, he is lord of this 
castle.'
'You can't be serious!? Does he recognise you?'
'No, I don't think so. He certainly didn't show any sign of remembrance when I 
hit on him earlier today.'
'Oh gods Razor, you didn't!? How can you be so stupid twice in a row.'
'What can I say. I think with my genitals.'
'Damn right you do. I mean just look at what happened out there...' His voice 
trailed off, and he seemed to grow distant.
'Are you okay Jordan?'
'Yeah, I'm fine. It's just, you've given me something to think about.'
'The kiss?'
'Yeah.' He spoke softly, staring at his footpaws.
'You are afraid of being gay, aren't you?'
'Yeah, I...I suppose I am. I mean, you used to joke with me about it, and I know 
that I said I was straight, but you know...the thing is...I've never been 
attracted to females. And I've never told anyone this, but I have fantasies 
about guys...about you too.'
'Hey man, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I've been where you are 
right now. I'm sorry if I used to put you down about it, I mean, I hoped, but I 
didn't realise...' Razor didn't finish his sentence, but instead went over to 
where Jordan was sitting, and put a comforting arm around him. Jordan leaned 
against his chest, and started to cry.
'It's okay man, just let it out. That's it, let it all out.'
'Oh gods Raz', -SOB- I feel so torn up inside.'
'Its okay Jordy. I promise, it goes away in time, once you decide which way you 
are. I don't want to push you where you don't want to go, okay? Just relax. I'll 
let up on you for a while, you have to make you own decision about this. But I'm 
here for you if you want to talk about it, okay?'
'-SOB-thanks Razor. You're really a great guy, you know that?'
'Thank you Jordan. Look, why don't you get some sleep.' He gestured to the bed. 
'You look really tired. I'm sure that we can expect an attack soon, and I'd 
rather that you aren't tired when we have to fight. I don't want you getting 
hurt on your first mission. By the way, do you have any psi-powers?'
'Oh, -sniff- yeah, I can work with air and fire'
'Great! A flashy flame should work wonders on the moral of the enemy, and I can 
then bring down a nice rain on their spirits. At least we can both fly if we 
need to. Are you afraid of...' But Jordan was already asleep. Razor picked him 
up gently, and carried him to the bed. He cautiously unzipped Jordan's uniform, 
peeling it back slowly. He suppressed the urge to lick his attractive body all 
over, and continued to pull the uniform off of Jordan. After a lot of 
painstaking work, caused by the fact that he didn't want to wake Jordan up, he 
managed to remove the uniform. Staring down at Jordan's naked body, he felt his 
emotions run wild inside him. Torn between showing Jordan how great it was to be 
gay, and letting the wolf make his own choice, he forced himself to do the right 
thing. He covered the sleeping wolf up gently, and then turned and walked 
straight into Tiera.
'Tiera, how long have you been standing there?'
'I arrived outside your door and I heard Lord Jordan crying. I'm sorry Razor, 
but I listened in on your conversation, and I watched what you did for him. You 
are a great soul, Razor, a lesser fur would have treated him with scorn. Truly, 
you did the right thing.''
'Did I Tiera? What if he comes to the decision that he isn't gay? I will lose 
him forever.'
'You may lose him, but you will still have done what is right. It would be very 
wrong for you to force him to love you, and I know that you wouldn't want that, 
would you?'
'No, you are right, I wouldn't.'  Razor looked at Jordan's sleeping face, and 
smiled gently. He turned back to Tiera, and saw that she was carrying not only a 
second robe, but also a handsome two-handed sword and scabbard.
'I noticed that Lord Jordan arrived without a weapon. He will need something to 
defend himself if the vermin attack.'
'Yes, thank you Tiera.' Razor took the clothes and sword, and arranged them on 
the table as he himself had found his own things. He picked up Jordan's holster, 
and noticed that he too had chosen a  sonic stunner, instead of the more violent 
particle beam weapons. Placing it on top of the robe, he turned and walked from 
the room. Tiera followed, after putting more wood on the fire.

Razor turned to Tiera and asked, 'Are your father's furs ready to meet with me?'
'Yes, Lord Razor, they await you in the war room. Come, I will take you to meet 
them.' Their path took them around a number of bends, until they finally found 
themselves in front of two great wooden doors. The two guards that blocked the 
way stood aside when they saw Tiera approaching. She pushed open the doors, and 
stood aside, gesturing for Razor to enter first. Razor strode confidently past 
the guards, into a long room. The centre of the room was dominated by a large 
oak table, on which was spread many maps of the surrounding countryside. Around 
the table, there stood five furs, one of which Razor recognised as Blitz. He 
walked up quickly, not waiting for the trumpeter to announce him. The five furs 
stopped the conversation they were having, and all four of the strangers dropped 
to one knee.
'Oh gods, not you as well. Blitz, tell your buffoons that I wish to be treated 
as an equal. I don't know who your previous druid was, but it seems to me that 
he was a pompous bastard.' A fox raised his head, a look of indignation on his 
face.
'I happen to know Lord Trenor's parents, and they are most definitely married to 
one another.'
'Oh gods -sigh- Alright Blitz, I suppose you better introduce me.' The tiger 
stepped forward.
'Of course. This fox, which has so rudely contradicted your words, is known as 
William. He is captain of the guards here.' The fox bowed melodramatically. 
Razor rolled his eyes, asking for strength.
'This fine hare is called Michael. He is my chief scout, and has gathered most 
of our intelligence on the enemy.'
'At you service, Lord Razor. I was very impressed by your work out in courtyard. 
Magical and...ah, otherwise.' Razor blushed violently. Blitz frowned slightly,  
not understanding the joke, but continued with the introductions.
'This here is our best knight, Sir Kerrigan.' The tiger gestured to a massive 
badger.
'You do me too much honour, milord. I doubt that I am your best. Still, I swear 
allegiance to you, Lord Razor. Michael tells me that another of your kind has 
arrived in our midst. Should I give to him the same fealty?'
'Yes, Kerrigan, there is another druid here, but he sleeps now, for he was 
exhausted by the spell which brought him here. I would appreciate it if you show 
Lord Jordan the same respect that you show me. He is going through a rather 
rough time.' A snigger issued from Michael, but he suppressed it before anyone 
else noticed it. Blitz continued, gesturing to the final face.
'This is Fenor. He can perhaps tell you more about himself, for I do not 
understand what it is that he does.' The old bear rose from his kneeling 
position.
'I welcome you Lord Razor. You certainly seem more intelligent than that idiot 
Trenor. I do not know if you know of my kind, for we are of a fairly new breed. 
I am what is know as a scientist. I design machines for the castle.' Razor 
smirked at the old bear.
	'Great, now that I know everyone, lets get down to business. Michael, you 
have been doing the scouting, can you tell be how many groups there are out 
there?'
	'Sure can milord. Last time I checked, there were five separate armies 
surrounding us. Each one is lead by a vicious looking rat it full body armour. 
Um... let me see,' he ruffled through some papers, pulling out a sheet, 'here we 
are. Their names are Verax, Termin, Scilor, Rafon and Weevil. It seems that 
Verax is controlling them all. His is the army out front, camped to the north. 
All the others are on each side of the castle, except for Weevil, who was seen 
travelling north. Why, I cannot imagine, since there is nothing there except for 
an old church. They have fairly powerful bows, but our crossbows can easily 
outshoot them. Still, they outnumber us ten to one, and we could never hope to 
win a hand to hand battle. It looks like we are going to be bottled up in here 
for the foreseeable future.'
	'Oh, I'm not so sure about that. We should be able to figure something 
out. Tell me Lord Blitz, are they making any direct assaults on the castle?'
	'They try every now and then, but our archers pick them off before they 
can cross the moat. They have given up, and it looks like they are just going to 
wait us out. I must say Razor, it's starting to look a bit bleak. Our stores are 
almost empty, and there is no way for us to get supplies.' Razor cursed himself 
for not having discussed the supplies with Jordan.
	'Don't worry Lord Blitz. You now have two druids on your side. I'm sure 
that between us we should be able to whittle down the enemy. And I may even have 
a solution to our food problems. Michael, can I get a copy of  your maps sent to 
my quarters? Knock before you enter.' The hare grinned roguishly at him.
	'Of course you can my liege. You will have them before sundown. I will 
deliver them personally.'
	'Thank you. Now my friends, I wish to tour the battlements myself, to see 
if I can find a weakness in the enemy. I will leave you to your war talks.' 

The skies above the castle were unbelievably blue. It was one of Razor's 
favourite things about time travel. Back in the present, the sky was a dirty 
grey, covered in clouds of smoke. He sighed, climbing the stairs to the 
battlements. Of the furs that he passed, there were mixed reactions to his 
presence. Some bowed, or grovelled at his paws. Others, which he presumed had 
witnessed the show in the courtyard, winked suggestively at him, and there were 
even some which openly showed their disgust. None of this bothered Razor, he had 
come to terms with his being gay, and didn't give a rat's arse about what 
everyone else thought about it. Still, the angry responses worried him, since he 
knew that Jordan would have to deal with the same thing. He didn't want to admit 
it to himself, but the plight of the wolf was causing him a great deal of pain. 
His heart cried out to show him the love that he felt, but he knew that Jordan 
wasn't ready for it. He thought about the troubles he had had with accepting his 
homosexuality, and he began to cry. He was startled by a low voice from behind.
'I...I'm sorry Lord Razor, I'll leave you alo...' Razor turned to see the form 
of Fenor. The old bear began to shuffle away.
'No, please, join me. It is nothing. I'm fine.' Razor tried hard to hide the 
pain. Fenor wandered over, leaning on the stones of the wall, and staring out 
over the plains that surrounded the castle. After a long silence, the bear 
turned to Razor.
'I do not wish to intrude on your affairs milord, but I was wondering, how is it 
that such a young male as you seems to have the troubles of the world on his 
shoulders?'
'I...I don't think I understand what you mean Fenor.'
'Come, come now my young friend. These old eyes see more than you think. I too 
can recognise the problems of the heart.' Razor glanced nervously at Fenor, 
giving him a questioning look. 'You look worried, young one. You do not 
recognise me do you?'
'Should I? I don't believe we've met before.'
'Let me tell you of a time when Lord Blitz, his younger brother and I roamed the 
countryside together. We were in a region of unrest, and we were set upon by 
traitorous scum. Villainous rats, they were, evil glistening in their eyes. I 
remember it clearly. Anyway, we were attacked, and they quickly outnumbered us. 
We fell, and Lord Blitz and I were knocked unconscious. When we awoke, the 
Lord's brother was gone, taken by the rats. We later found his body, naked. It 
was mangled and mutilated with bite marks, and it was also obvious that he had 
been raped many times, from both sides. Blitz flew into a wild rage, and stormed 
off into forest with a bloodthirsty cry. When I finally caught up with him, I 
found him crying, surrounded by the corpses of many, many rats. I led him to a 
nearby tavern, and he simply sat at the bar, staring at his drink. I tried to 
shake him out of it, but the blood-rage had clouded his eyes. Now there was also 
a young otter in the tavern, roughly the same age as you. In fact, he bore 
remarkable resemblance to you. This poor creature, for I felt terribly for him, 
was obviously...what is it the young ones call it? Oh yes! He was obviously gay, 
for he sidled up to Lord Blitz, and began to stroke gently at his chest fur. 
While I'm sure he meant no harm, he could not have known that the Lord was 
carrying such a grudge against those that enjoy the company other males. Anyway, 
the young otter tried to get...um, friendlier. Before I could stop him, Lord 
Blitz threw the young creature across the room, and then began to attack him 
viciously. I tried to do what I could, and I dragged the unconscious otter from 
the tavern, while others held Blitz down. Now, I had a good chance to see the 
face of that otter, before he was suddenly engulfed in a glowing ball of light. 
It was you, wasn't it?' Razor stared at the old bear, his jaws gaping. The old 
bear continued.
'I thought so. I do not pretend to understand the ways of the druids, but I will 
never forget that otter's face. I have lived with the guilt that he might have 
died, ever since that day. Until now that is. I am glad to see that you are 
well. Oh, and don't worry about Blitz. He remembers nothing from his time in the 
blood-rage. Still, I don't think that is what concerns you, is it?'
'Oh Fenor, I don't think I can explain it to you.'
'Oh come now my little friend, Old Fenor isn't going to tell anyone. They all 
think I'm mad anyway. But allow me a guess. It's about you friend, isn't it? 
What was his name? Ah yes, Jordan.' Razor stared at the old beast again, looking 
into the friendly eyes, before he looked down at his footpaws.
'Yes, it is. But how did you know?'
'Ah, well. That rogue of a hare called Michael never could keep his muzzle shut. 
Believe me, matters of the heart are always difficult to understand. Don't let 
them worry you. If it is meant to be,  I'm sure it will happen.'
'Thank you Fenor.' Razor gazed out at the black masses that were the rat armies. 
He looked carefully at their ranks, and realised that they were little more than 
peasant rats, trained in basic arms and archery. Even their formations were 
shabby. Try as he might, he couldn't pick out anyfur that seemed to be leading 
the rabble. Most of the rats where sleeping out in the open, just beyond the 
reach of the bows of the castle. Suddenly an idea formed in Razor's mind, and 
his heart leapt as he thought he saw a solution to all the castle's problems. He 
looked at the four towers that were positioned at the corners of the castle. 
They were flattened on top, perfect for what Razor had planned.
'Tell me Fenor, you did say that you construct machines for the castle, did you 
not?'
'Yes milord, I do. Why do you ask?'
'I do believe that I may just have found the solution to our problems. Come with 
me, we must talk with Lord Blitz.'


Verax prowled amongst his troops, viciously kicking those that he found 
sleeping. He hated this place, it seemed too clean, too uncorrupted. Even the 
rats here had basic morals. Disgust welled up in him, and he spat on the nearest 
rat, which promptly screamed as acid burnt away most of the flesh of his face. 
The rat died soon afterwards, writhing and kicking as the acid ate at his brain. 
Verax stood over the pitiful body, laughing loudly. All the troops around him 
immediately snapped to attention. He gazed at their faces, and saw exactly what 
he wanted to. Fear. An unquestioning fear of him. Who needed respect, when you 
held the souls of those under your command.
'Right! You are all becoming lazy. We do not want the enemy to catch us unawares 
now do we? DO WE!!!??'
'NO, GREAT VERAX!' The troops screamed in unison.
'Good, now go! I don't want to see your faces again for at least two hours. Go 
into the forest, and patrol with Scilor's troops. I wish to be alone.' The rats 
all disappeared without question. Verax grunted in happiness, or rather what 
could be considered a close but evil cousin to happiness. He stared at the walls 
of the castle, and the cogs of his mind started to turn. He may not have the 
resources he needed to get inside yet, but he would soon. Very soon indeed. 
A glint suddenly caught his eye, at least, his organic one. He turned his head 
to the other side, and his mechanical eye zoomed in on the battlements. He 
laughed out loud, seeing the figures of an adolescent otter and a senile bear.
'Is this all the great castle Felur can pit against me, an otter still suckling 
on his mother's breast and a mad bear. Hoaaarha ha ha!' His laughter echoed into 
the woods, and his troops cringed at the sound. It was suddenly cut short when 
he saw the staff that the otter carried.
'An amazon staff! No one here could possibly have one. That can mean only one 
thing, Temporal Agents. Damn. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! They are going to ruin 
everything!' Turning to the closest messenger he could find, he yelled for him 
to come to him.
'You there, take a message to Termin. Tell him that I need to see him, before 
sundown.' The rat nodded unncertainly, before speeding off to the west.
'I will have their furs on my wall. They will not stop me! NEVER!'