Now here was a Pet you wouldn't mind boasting off: the infamous Z-107M-E, Dark-winged Riki, the Exclusive, Lover to Neu-Jupiter and key to the System, without whom Tanagura would be torn asunder.

It was Aisha who did the escorting this time, a Blondie the only elite seemingly fit to hold the chain of his leash, parading the once-mongrel for everyone to see and ogle at. He was Iason's lovely one, his information brandished on the virtual displays alongside the latest findings about his persona including but not limited to his impressive wingspan, his well-defined vital statistics and his impressive length and thickness of a cock.

On top of that, they had openly boasted of his other impeccable capabilities, regeneration and self-healing amongst the superior of his qualities.

He was an oddity, but a breathtaking beauty, the files seemingly fine with showing how his origins had been from Ceres-Guardian but his breed to be none other than what was now called a Pure Jupiter, the only Pet made by the old god's intervening hands. There was also mention of his official standing as Iason's official Pairing Partner, likewise the only pet to be allowed to share the bed of the mightiest of all Blondies…

"I can see where Jupiter's intentions had finally taken form," one elite guest murmured to his nodding companion as Riki gracefully passed them, held by Aisha Rosen in the same manner as Iason was often seen with him, only more formally, the end of the chain and his hand in the Blondie's hand.

Riki was secretly annoyed. But then he just had to bear with it a bit more, he knew, covering his irritation with nonchalance as he was moved in the circle. It would be over sooner than he'd expect it, but he could still see their avid looks and riveted glances. Again, he cursed at his second father, Jupiter. Was this really what the god had in mind when he re-designed him? He felt like being in a den of hungry chimeras though of course no elite would dare break their customs in the way he imagined it. Only Iason had the guts to do that...

When all that show-and-tell was over, instead of escorting the Exclusive to the cages to join the rest of the flock, he was escorted to the seats by his keepers, again, Gideon and Aisha to either side of him, to a solo Pet chair (which more or less looked like a bed than a chair) set aside by the master of the event, Francois Hugo, providing him an immediate set of guards and servers.

So okay, the Exclusivity apparently worked, yet despite being somewhat cageless, Riki was still subject to the same admiration and curiosity, the present elites eyeing him with much interest and caution as they peered at him from a distance.

Everyone had questions.

Both Aisha and Gideon had gotten around to talking with the other attendees as to why the Pet was here, while Riki sulked, or more or less just lounged back as he observed the other pets get from horny to delusional or, some, being high on aphrodisiacs so early, already pairing up and putting on their vulgar shows.

As they were meant to. The usual showcasing, some of the other pets even trying to invite him to join, but immediately chastised by their masters.

"No, that is Master Iason's; he does not pair with anyone else."

Riki quirked a brow. Yeah, and they all wanted to get him mounting when he was still the once-mongrel Pet, to pair up with the others as Raoul told Iason. And hadn't that been the cause of trouble with Aisha once? Nowadays though, the Blondie and all others didn't seem to mind or remember these things, or was it that pets had always been a passing fad that they no longer feel the need to put into memory those toys gone through them and this senseless elitist existence?

The only pet secured enough for all eternity was him…at least he found comfort in that.

Now he had been briefly interested in those pets engaged in fellatio and cunnilingus by the triads, those ganging up on one or two others just for the heck of it, before the happenings made him weak, then expectedly annoyed, bored and inwardly furious. Honestly, what would these events hold next?

In the end, Riki settled to playing with his phone, slipping on the wireless earpieces he kept in his pocket and turning the volume to maximum to drown out all the cries, croonings and pleadings, the noisy banter of the elites. A near-nightmare without Iason, this, that it made him clench and unclench his fist.

Vexatiously, his messages were not returned by his Master and lover, making him wonder if the Blondie was doing it on purpose. It made him frown. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to be in his own bed, wrapped under the crisp, freshly-pressed sheets, his beloved's arms and the silence of their beautiful Palace.

But then he could only wish. He was here, and he had to contend with the proceedings until someone came to conduct him home to their lovely citadel.

Riki sighed.

He folded his wings around him and pretended to doze off in his irritation, shifting his attentions to the song lyrics and effectively tuning out everything else…

From a distance, his Blondie caretakers shared some of the fine wine sent out to them as both compliment for their presence and for bringing Riki along. He was piquing everyone else's interest and the other pets had never been more fervent, even performing before the Exclusive as if to tempt him with their open fornication.

But then Riki was past all that, Gideon's earlier statement proving to be utterly accurate. He was too hard to please. It seemed it was merely by Iason's toyings that the Pet could react in a way you wanted him to. And so the disappointment was also apparent, that under Law he could not be obliged to perform in the cages, or can be made to take anything that went against this virtue, but that was fine.

Even more guests were pouring in, including those who had no intentions or were reluctant to attend in the first place, just to catch a glimpse of Neu-Jupiter's paramour. They could only imagine what it's like. For someone to wake up and see this being in their bed. It made some feel an unusual sensation between their legs otherwise unheard of in their sterile states. The shock of desire they denied...

"I wonder what it would take to get him out of that leather and into a sexy pair of bikini briefs?" Aisha muttered with a mischievous smile on his lips, thinking how they have never seen Riki in anything completely revealing lately, dressing in more conservative forms of smexy instead.

Gideon laughed at the thought, not commenting, but in his mind also considering, How about out of that leather and into complete nakedness? he'd expressed but only in the very deepest recesses of his thoughts.

"You know, we've never really given Riki his proper Coming Out Party have we?"

"I thought you'd said the Pet Auction was already that? Besides, what makes you think Iason would approve?"

Aisha chuckled at that, taking a long, elegant sip from the goblet he held with one graceful hand. "It's only fitting...for the Pet of Neu-Jupiter to be welcomed by Tanagura and not a blunder like Midas," his fellow-Blondie raised his cup in a toast. "Of course in light of the Exclusivity, we can turn the entire event into a modish affair such as never seen in Tanagura. We can have Orphe arrange, say, a masquerade ball? The classics had always been a splendid study."

Gideon thought about it for a bit, and he was rather in agreeance to the prospect. A Masquerade Ball to welcome the Exclusive. He looked at Riki.

Of course there would be the issue of participation. He haphazardly mentioned this to Aisha.

"The other pets can perhaps perform some sexual theatrics, or, since we all expect for some form of copulation to occur, we can ask Iason to couple with Riki on that night…"

It was a shocking suggestion that Gideon didn't seem to have heard right. "Seriously?" Could it be the wine was doing well to muddle his organic brain? "But isn't that sort of coupling private?"

"Yes. And a hot episode involving a master Blondie worth witnessing."

Gideon laughed, finding it to be humourous entirely, although he was quite interested as everyone certainly was with the dalliances of the Neu couple.

"Who told you that? Don't tell me you've spied on them Aisha. Quite contradictory of you is it not?"

Aisha waved it off with his own chuckle. "Nonsense," he smiled. "I just heard the vivid narratives of it."

"And from whom? Iason has never once discussed his private life."

At that the other Blondie gesture for Gideon to lean in closer, whispering one name when they seemed to have their little circle of privacy in place, "Orphe."

Yuri: Q&A time! To those people who've have been requesting some stuff (from guests I'm surprised), you know who you are and I've responded in kind to you all via the personal e-adds you left me so I hope that's all right. And yes, I do value privacy as you may well have noticed, I did not approve any guest reviews with the person's email in them. I do the same with sort of personal and serious messages.

And apologies to those requests I've denied. I feel guilty for being selective and for turning down many. Believe me, if only I had all the time in the world, I'd be writing fanfictions all day for my girl and, yes, boy pals out there, but sadly I don't have that luxury. I can only accommodate very, very few at a time…as much as I want to. :'(

Again sorry.