A Prince's Diary - The Mat(ter) of the Festival of the Fertile Soil

My great, great uncle once told me that, given my condition, it might be a good idea to start keeping a diary. To record my memories for the many long years to come. Not official records, but one of what matters to me. Of the times I truly had been happy. And given how he looked at me at the time, I think I shall take him up on this advice. While I am not sure anyone else will ever come to read this, I shall start by explaining a bit about myself, for everything else to make sense.

I am Mat. Well, technically, that is not my full name. I have one of those, the proper one, with the royal titles and all. It will be in all the official records, so chances are you already know it. And since this shall be my private recollections, of the memories I hold dear, I shall not bother with it. Mat shall suffice. It may just be a child's nickname, but it is what those most important to me have always called me. And about them, it is, after all, I want to write most.

As you may perhaps know, I am a prince. Not the royal successor, that is my older brother, I am the second born. Most second sons of royalty will usually be in the precarious position of being raised both to make a suitable replacement, but also to, ideally, gracefully fade into the background so as not to threaten their older brother's rule. With me, well, things are of course a bit different. As many would say, my position ended up being the more exalted one. Something I hope he will eventually stop secretly begrudging me…

My brother one day shall be the pharaoh, the incarnate divine king. But I, as the divine prince, am the one in whom the blood of the gods is made manifest. I am blessed beyond what any sorcerer or priest may call upon. Just like my great, great uncle before me. Not every generation will see one of us born. Maybe because part of our power renders every one of us infertile, just as it keeps us forever young and gifts us with the divine wellspring of life. And thus immortality. Even before anyone even suspected my powers, I was always deemed to have a great gift for magic. Something that pleased my parents, thinking I could one day be a royal sorcerer or a high priest to my brother. But, as I grew older, well, things turned out different. And now, with me having come of age, my great, great uncle says he will soon make his way to the lands of the sun. Leave the world of mortals, to go where those he cherished most now reside. Those he lost over the many years. That is what almost all the divine princes eventually do. Some may come back. Now and then. Most do not. I guess there is little left for them in our world. Not unless they are desperately needed. And not unless the gods allow their return. One day, maybe when even my brother's children are long dead, I guess I will go as well…

But until then, I do pray things can stay as they are for just a bit longer. So that I can write about more of these precious days. Keep them in my heart and in this book to look back on, many, many years from now, when I, too, will feel the call of the lands beyond. To make it easier to stay, until my nephew of how many generations it takes will be ready to don the mantle…

Though, this shall be all about that matter for now. Rather than dwell on the future and tire you, whoever may read this, with my empty musings, let me tell you of something that to this day brings a smile to my face. Of that whole affair of the Festival of the Fertile Soil. The one the very year I came of age, when it was supposed to be my first time to perform the rites. As my uncle, together with my brother and my parents, had departed for the great temple of the sun, to oversee his rites as the successor, both holy days falling together this year. Though of course, before I get to that, I will need to tell you about them. My two valiant, if sometimes exasperating guardians…

As a young boy, I had an old guard looking after me, a veteran of many battles, an instructor of countless warriors, an old lion, whose gruff face was marked by the scars of many a hard won victory. I remember that as a small child, barely a few years old, I had been a little scared of him. But he, having realized that, had given me honeyed sweets, had let me ride on his knees and sung the warrior epics of his tribe for me, until I had been happy to cling to him and let him carry me around. As I grew older though and my powers began to manifest, it was decided that he would take two young warriors under his wing, train them to be my guardians, selecting the best from the beast tribes allied with our kingdom. I still remember the day my mother told me about it. Her voice, as usual, had been stern. Admonishing me when I had called out excitedly, how I would have two warriors of my own. She always was so very concerned to make sure I would mind my duties and more than anything, mind my manners. Not wanting me to become selfish or arrogant in the knowledge of my position. But, really, she should not have worried so much. I was not seeing it as getting to boss around two personal servants, I was just a little boy giddy with excitement at the prospect of two older boys, both already trained warriors, who would keep me company at any time of day, when I so often had been disheartened over my own older brother not wanting to lower himself to childish games anymore. Thus, ever since she told me, I had been eagerly awaiting the day they would be brought to court. And thus when it finally came, I barely had been able to sleep, caught between my excitement at the many things I had already planned out to do together and my nervous worry that maybe, even if they were ordered to attend to me, be my guardians, they might perhaps end up not like me after all…

Luckily though, that fear would turn out to be unfounded. In the morning, I had been there in the inner garden, on my own, waiting for the time of their scheduled introduction, busy with my childish plans. Just as suddenly, someone crashed into me, knocking me over onto the ground, as he grinned down at me with big, sharp teeth, while a voice from close by called out for him to wait. That was how I met Diallo. And Abasi mere moments after. Both of them had managed to sneak away from my old guard and made their way into the inner palace. And both of them would be in for more than just a scolding for that transgression later. Well, that was, after we had had a busy morning trying out half the things I had planned and some more they had thought up themselves. Sneaking about behind hedges and tall statues, we had the run of the palace ground. And it would only be many hours later, with the whole palace searching for me, that we had that planned, proper introduction. I still remember Diallo's grin as he went through the motions, his tail lashing with restless, cheetah energy, while Abasi with his sleek black coat managed to look all proper, like one of those status of the jackal god, belying his carefree grin from earlier, when we had play-wrestled in the grass. I remember Diallo's cocksure assertion that if anything, the fact that they had gotten past all the trained guards and had managed to keep me both out of their sight and, as he stressed, without as much as a bruise or scrape, proved that they were already amply qualified for the job. I remember my mother's scowl, my old lion guard yelling at him and me finally pleading, with tears in my eyes, for the two to stay. And I also remember that night, when I would finally pass out between both of them on my bed. After my nurse had come in for the third time, yelling at us that she would personally skin those two boys alive if they would not quiet down and make sure I got some sleep…

Maybe someday soon I will write more about these days, too. About all those childish games we played, between our respective training, mine in matters of court, magic and the divine mysteries, theirs in physical combat. About the afternoons were we would be half wrestling, half fooling around, as they tried to guide me through some of their exercises, both to train my body and to make sure I would not be completely helpless without them. Or about the later years of adolescence, when the boyish infatuation with my two strong, dashing, handsome protectors would gradually become more. Or that day, so many years later, when I would lose my virginity to them. Both of them. The very same day. Though, not at the same time. That sort of thing would come later…

Later, just like what we started getting up to once the two of them, as the final part of their training, had come to learn the art of devouring. A thing both of them took to immediately with gusto. I still remember the day when they came back from their training excursion, their otherwise flat, sculpted abdomens grotesquely bulging. Both of them with giddy grins on their faces, as they told me how they had gone out with the old lion, to bring down two dangerous bandits that had terrorized the marsh roads and killed several wealthy merchants and many more innocent travelers. How when they had the bandits beaten and bound, the old lion had made them show him what the warriors of the beast tribe would boast of. The art of devouring. Of consuming another whole and alive, so the strength of the beaten foe would be fully taken in, absorbed, made part of their own. How much of this is its own primal magic and how much a mere symbolic rite, I cannot tell for sure myself. But that night, when I would touch their bloated bellies with a mix of awe, admiration and a little tingle of instinctive fear, when I would swallow down their hot release as their gurgling, churning bellies began to first soften and then slowly flatten again, that night, something definitely did change…

My two friends, the cocksure cheetah boy with the cheeky grin and the sleek jackal who now and then reminded me of a big puppy, had become men. And our furtive mutual explorations of each other became something else. As much as they were my guards, my protectors, now I also felt more and more like I was equally theirs. Not that there ever had been many barriers between us, but I soon came to deeply enjoy the way they would now, mostly when we were in private, assert their claim on me…

And with their new found and eagerly embraced ability and, well, my special nature, being an undying divine prince whom death could not claim, one thing very soon led to the other. And I also began to learn that, as much as I enjoyed those new kinds of games, I would finally need to learn to put down some rules and boundaries as well. For as amusing as the whole incident of the festival of the fertile soil may be now looking back on it, it might too easily have gone quite horribly wrong. And maybe lost me my friends…

“Hey, Mat…", the voice sounded from behind me, breaking me out of my concentration. I let out a sound, half a growl, half a sigh, as I tore my gaze from the scrolls in front of me, while the instructions of my uncle were still echoing in my head. Only to, of course, find myself directly looking into the yellow feline eyes, grinning at me from beneath the tousled dreadlocks.

“Hmmmh? You know I am trying to work through those scrolls. It will just take longer if you interrupt me", I said, trying to sound stern, but secretly glad to tear my eyes from the archaic writing and the painted figures in the illustration, over to the muscular figure of my cheetah guardian, his sweat matted fur glistening in the light of the lamps. He had to be freshly back from his training. Meaning Abasi would likely not be far behind either. The smell of sweat and big cat was wafting towards me, mixed with an only all too familiar other smell. Arousal…

A slightly sweet, bit sharp and very gamy masculine note I had come to instinctively react to…

He grinned wider, showing his fangs, as he suggestively licked his lips.

“Suuure you don't want to take a break, relax a bit together and such, my prince?", he drawled, ever so slowly shifting closer, obviously only all too aware of the effect he was having on me. Especially when I was feeling my nerves. Which, alas, was exactly why I could not…

“Yes, I really cannot afford to mess this up, it is an important ceremony and this is my first time doing it…", I exhaled, shivering a little, as I felt his furred hand resting warmly on my arm.

“Hmmmh, relax, Mat, you won't. You told me before, what really matters is that you mix your blood with the soil and, well, not that I understood all of the rest, but isn't it basically just you pouring a lot of magic into the land? You said yourself that beyond that, it's mostly just to have something for the gathered priests and dignitaries to look at before they each are sent off with a nice bit of bloody river mud to mix into their own home turf", he replied, his cocky grin making me wish I had been a little less candid when talking to him about the ceremony. He was, well, not entirely incorrect. If anything, I had already conducted most of the rites to ensure that my blood would be rich with lifegiving energy. That, well, that was a part they both had helped me with actually… I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. While a lot of magical practices relied on ascetic practices, well, with some, the reverse was, if anything, more potent…

“And that something to look at is important. It reflects on my father's reign, more so, it reflects on my brother as the designated heir as well. So, please, I will just be more at ease if I can go over it, make sure I will do it right and…", I paused, giving him a pleading look in response to his wandering hand, his claws playfully teasing my bare chest, grazing over on of my dark brown nipples. I knew that look he was giving me. There was some sort of mischief brewing behind it…

“We, nnnhhh, we can maybe do this later, please…?", I whimpered, feeling the heat rushing to my groin as I breathed in the air between us. Warm, charged, smelling strongly of him…

“You're so wound up, my prince… I think you better let me take care of you first. You can always get back to your dusty old scrolls after…", he growled, pulling me closer, easily overcoming my halfhearted resistance. Slowly guiding my hand over his firm, pumped up pecs and abs…

“Besides, I got somethin' to show you. Before the mutt comes back and tries to call dibs on this."

I shook my head, feeling a little exasperated knowing that what this really seemed to boil down to was another one of their games. Where I would be the forever favorite tug rope in their old rivalry. Meanwhile, my hand was being pulled lower, right to where I could already feel a swelling heat…

“I think there is no need to show me your cock. I am rather intimately familiar with it by now", I got out, amusement warring with annoyance and arousal. At other times, I would have been a bit curious about what new game this was all about, but right now, part of me was slightly tempted to just send a jolt of magic at him to push him away. Which, given the ceremony of the coming morning, I would rather avoid though, as it would mess with all my previous work attuning myself to life giving magic. He knew that. And he absolutely was taking advantage…

He just grinned and purred, close enough for me to feel it vibrating through his body into mine.

“Yeah, and you know you can't get enough of it, my prince", he chuckled, my cheeks heating, unable to protest the lewd words, not when I was trembling as I felt it pulse against my fingers. Hot, slightly slippery with precum already and seeming to me even bigger than usual.

“Hmmmh, can you feel it?", he growled, the thick flesh throbbing with a quick pulse of blood, swelling in my hand. “It's growing. Come, give it a few more nice strokes, before it gets too big for that cute little hand of yours. Hnnh, what you say, my prince? Do you like it like that?", Diallo purred, bucking his hips, making his cock rub and pulse against my hand. It indeed seemed to be growing. And I started to remember snippets of conversation I had overheard between the two as I had tried the last few nights to focus on my preparation. Something about a different kind of devouring… I gulped, looking down, feeling a rush of heat running from my hand all through my body. My mouth opening to voice protest at where I could see this was going, only to have it be muffled as the cheetah grabbed me by the neck and pushed me right into his muscular chest.

“Hmmmh, why am I even asking you stupid questions, I can TELL you are liking it…", he growled, shifting his legs until I felt the muscular thigh rubbing right against my own groin. Which had started to grow stiff as well. And it really felt good. It made me wish this was just a normal night. One where I could end up fooling around like this, in the knowledge that at worst, the next morning would have me dragged to the baths by an exasperated servant, complaining of me smelling of beastmen. But it was not. And I really should stop him…

“It, it is not about liking. Hnnnh, Diallo, I told you, I need to get this done…", my halfhearted words were muffled by the fur and muscle I was being pressed against. I could likely have struggled more. If I really wanted to, I could maybe even have gotten free. There was magic I could do that would maybe not push him off, but unbalance him enough for me to slip out of his grip. But, all I ended up doing was push against his grip, feeling how much stronger he was, unable to resist giving his hard, throbbing cock a squeeze. We ended up on the bed, him on top of me, rubbing his swelling dick against mine. Against my abdomen, my chest, as it kept growing, the heat and scent of arousal overpowering me. I felt it dripping down on my chest, running over my nipples. I could barely remember when he had fully undone the little I wore here in my private chamber. Just our naked bodies against each other. As I felt his warm, fertile balls, big as small melons, rub against me. He had pinned me down, holding my arms in place, grinning cockily as I tried to strain against his grip. But it did feel good. Feeling his powerful body at work. He let out a growling sound as his cock pulsed, his hips thrusting, pushing it right against my face, making the drooling precum drip into my open mouth. The taste was the same familiar one as always, but somehow stronger, warmer. I looked right into the gaping slit, as the almost clear liquid gushed out. By this point, my own erection was almost painfully poking against his balls, the soft, yielding surface engulfing it. All warm and smooth…

“You don't know my prince how long I have wanted to do this…", the cheetah grinned at me, his eyes full of almost feverish excitement, as he began to shift about. I gulped, watching that drooling slit, pressing closer against my face, the musky aroma making my head spin…

“Hnnnh, wait, Diallo, you can't, can't do that now! You said you'd let me get back to the scrolls after! You won't…", I protested, but was shut up by precum running into my mouth, almost making me choke and cough.

“Ah, but I have to do it now, or else Abasi will try to be your first. And I can't have that. I'm always gonna be the first to have you…", he chuckled, grabbing me by the head, half pushing, half pulling me forward, until I was pushing face first against his drooling slit. I did try to fight back. I did really do my best. Given how I could already see how this all was going to end. I would be lucky to be back in one piece in time to catch at least some sleep before tomorrow!

Maybe this was the time I should have thought about some spell. Maybe this was the time I should have thought of anything. But with the overpowering heat, the slick sensation of precum running over my head, down my chest, the scent that made my head spin and my cock throb, all I managed was to squirm and wriggle helplessly as I felt the groan and purr reverberating through his body. Through the thick glans engulfing my head, as Diallo made use of all his practice on the wrestling court to just casually shift me into an easy position. Where his manhood could devour me, send me down to the swollen, warm balls my body was still rubbing against. Even in that position though, I heard the bang of the door. And to my surprise, even most of the barking shout that followed: “You damn cat! This was my turn to be first! I was the one who learned to do it before you!"

I felt the pads of Diallo's hand grasping me firmly, shoving me deeper, holding on to me as if to defend a favorite toy. I groaned, feeling my head spinning. The air was stuffy, smelled overpoweringly of cheetah, male and sex. And then I felt another, very familiar hand coming to rest on my calves. I shivered, surprised how much I enjoyed the touch. I squirmed, trying to signal to Abasi to pull me out, struggle against the grip of the tight flesh engulfing me. Only problem was…

While I tried to struggle and signal to be pulled out, my cock, courtesy of the heat, tightness and arousing scent, was rock hard and dripping, potentially ruining any chance to convey my resistance…

“Hmmmh, well gotta be faster then. Not that you ever will beat me there, mutt…", I could hear Diallo's cocky voice as his hand was fondling my ass cheeks, making me shiver at the teasing scrape of claws. I wished this whole thing did not turn me on as much…

I could not quite hear Abasi's answer, but I felt him grabbing me tighter. I stilled, just giving him a small twitch, hoping he would take it as a sign to pull me out. Before Diallo would just churn me up inside his sack and leave me spending the largest part of the night as just a stick smear of cheetah jizz somewhere in my chambers…

But, alas, it seemed like my second guardian was, as it seemed, rather misunderstanding my signal…

“Hmmmh, yeah, see? Obviously enjoying it. Look, I think he is getting even harder now you are there. Our naughty boy seems to just not be satisfied with only one of us, I guess…", Diallo chuckled, seemingly only too happy to use his own cunning to get the jackal on board. And I knew exactly what he, they, were thinking of…

I let out a muffled moan, squirming and kicking my legs, but to no avail. Abasi was just holding them with ease, spreading them open. I could feel the shiver going through his body…

He must have been really pent up. I could tell the way I felt his throbbing cock push against my naked ass. Already slippery, hard and twitching eagerly. And feeling it agains my entrance, I could not help wondering how his shaft would feel, all big and warm and engorged like Diallo's. How his scent of arousal would be like, thick and warm and overpowering…

As he thrust in, he pushed me deeper into the cheetah cock. Making it slide over my abdomen, my arms pinned to the side, my pert nipples rubbing against the walls, the extra friction seeming to also get Diallo more turned on. I could feel his low moan all around me. My head was spinning, my cock felt ready to burst, and it just went on. Abasi thrusting into me from behind, his short black fur rubbing against my naked skin, both damp with sweat and slicking up with the copious amount of precum Diallo was oozing out to help make me slide in. And very soon, I felt my head push right into his waiting sack. All slippery, slimy heat, where I was not quite sure yet what I was brushing against. From their tall tales, picked up from more experienced beastmen warriors, I had not really understood how the whole thing really was supposed to work. And, by this point, I was not sure I had the mental wherewithal to care all that much. Both of them had their hands on my ass, kneading it playfully, as they took turns rubbing slick fingers over my own leaking cock. Right as they guided it to slip in, into the hungry slit contracting around me. Gulping me down.

I was the first to cum, the slick friction just too much for me. And as much as I knew I should not have let them have their way with me like that, it just felt too good. My mouth drinking up thick, potent cheetah cum. Like what I would soon be, unless I could get those two randy wannabe guards to get me out in time. Well, if Diallo was even able to…

I whimpered, feeling Abasi pump his own thick, warm seed right into my ass, making my cock throb as I thought I blanked for a moment. A long moment of us just locked together like that. Only broken when finally, Abasi, spent, trembling against me, slipped out, just as I, well, slipped in. I barely realized at first that Diallo's cock was springing upright. As the earth's heavy grip pulled me right down to his heavy, hot balls. Into the potent, musky semen, greedily seeming to coat my sweaty skin. And I could not help bucking and squirming as my still hard cock was rubbing with painful intensity against the slippery walls. Not long until I came to rest in his sack. Curled up, like a helpless infant in a warm, slimy and ravenous embrace…

All I could do was squirm, push against the walls, try to call for them to let me out, but with my voice feeling weak and the firm membrane of ballsack or testicle or whatever it was muffling my words, I did not think they heard me over the slow, growling churn of a hungry body ready to break apart its meal. And after a while of struggling, I rather gave up. Especially when my arousal came back with a vengeance, my rational mind unable to cope with the onslaught of heat and musky semen. I could not tell how long it took, just that I felt my whole body jerk with the weaker spasms of a second orgasm, before finally, everything just went dark and I passed out blissfully spent…

As for the next part, I think I need not explain why I was not there for it. And thus, I shall relate what Abasi later told me about it. As for Diallo, well, we shall get to that later…

The jackal fell back on the bed with a groan, his thick semen running from his still hard cock. He could still feel the pleasant afterglow of that tight ass around his erect cock. But Mat was now just a still clearly visible outline against his friend's sack, stretching rather tight over the young human inside. He had to admit, he looked good like that. Not as good, mind you, as he would have in the jackal's own sack…

“Just so you know, I call dibs on sacking him next. And I'll rip your balls out with my teeth before I let you get him again before me", Abasi threw a toothy grin at the cheetah, who just lazily grinned back, unsurprisingly rather unimpressed, as he shifted on the bed - which luckily was sturdy enough to take him with his sack full of squirming prince - getting himself into a more comfortable position, rubbing his balls with a pleased groan.

“Hmmmh, you can try, just have to catch me first…", he bared his teeth, letting his tail pat the sheets. They had gotten them rather messy. Sweat, precum, semen. The old servant woman would be grumbling at them, but he would just tell her it was Diallo's fault. It mostly was after all.

“I mean, who knows, now that I am bigger than you", the cheetah said with a dirty grin, rubbing over his still stiff and engorged cock, “I don't see what reason he should have to choose you over me…"

The jackal just scoffed, showing his teeth as he reached for his own cock, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, you sure about that? Let's see who of us is bigger after all. Meaning, who of us really deserves to have him in his sack."

They both grinned, the challenge was accepted. Diallo just had to lazily stroke himself, making sure he would keep nice and hard, while Abasi, having emptied his balls into their prince just earlier, was of course at a bit of a disadvantage. Not that this would make him concede to the cheetah. He gritted his teeth, letting out a groan, thinking of that nice, tight heat around his throbbing shaft as he kept working it, focusing on letting it really swell…

For a moment, he thought he would not manage it, already seeing the cheetah's grin widen, but then, with an aching throb of heat and a sudden rush of tight pressure, he felt himself push against that barrier the veteran warriors had told them about. And then…

He let out a triumphant howl as his cock sprang to full, larger than life size. Big, throbbing and filling the room with his own potent scent of arousal. Precum was drooling from the tip, making it glisten in the soft light. He grinned at Diallo, giving him a slightly rakish wink.

“Haaah, see?! Who's bigger now, you dumb cat?", the jackal got out between panting breaths. Diallo just shrugged, not having lost his cocky grin yet, as he gave his manhood a lazy stroke.

“Hmmmh, not sure, I think I still am bigger. Definitely looks more impressive to me…", he leered, giving his balls a lazy stroke. There was still squirming inside, a rather insistent one.

“Oh? Really? Scoot over, spots, and we can clear this up once and for all", the jackal retorted. Their eyes met for a second, then the cheetah shrugged, the tension in his shoulders showing him though that he was not as calm as he pretended. The bed, thankfully more sturdy than the one they had crashed during that hot summer when they had spent the whole night rutting like horny youths, still gave a creak in protest, but held firm under their weight. They both had a bit of trouble navigating until they were facing each other, balls rubbing together, Abasi feeling his cock throb even more as he sensed the movements through the walls of skin and flesh separating Mat from his current location to where, rightfully, he should be…

“Hey, no cheating, you're trying to prop yourself up, down with that butt of yours!", Abasi barked, which DIallo answered with a show of teeth.

“I'm not, you're just pressing your ass way too much into the mattress, you mangy mutt!"

In the end, they ended up getting rather close and intimate in their attempt to get a measuring position they both agreed on. Cock pressing against cock, until they both had to grin at each other, noticing how the pressure just got them both more turned on. For all the banter and the insults exchanged, even with their very serious rivalry over pretty much everything, starting with the prince, down to who got the new servant girl to invite one of them to her bed, either of them would have risked his life for the other. And even though it usually would involve a tight ass enveloping them both, the same one stewing in Diallo's balls right now, rubbing dick against dick was both familiar and not at all unpleasant. The extra jostling and shifting only added to the fun, insults and banter flying both ways, until finally, they had them properly aligned…

“Ah, fuck, man, I really thought I had you on this!", Diallo finally exhaled with a muttering growl.

It was maybe not much, but even he could not argue with Abasi's cock rising above his. Not when the precum running from the throbbing head was slowly trickling over his own shaft.

“Heh, means our prince is for my sack!", Abasi said, his eyes gleaming as he raised his fist in triumph. Mat was still squirming in there, if less vigorously by now. Just the thought of having his slicked body just slide down his shaft was making him throb. DIallo was grinning though.

“Well, maybe the real test of where he belongs is not the longer cock but the bigger balls, huh?", he moved his head, letting his neck crack. Abasai scoffed, rolling his eyes in response.

“And how should we measure that fairly with your sack being all stuffed with him, eh?"

The cheetah just shrugged with a toothy grin, before his expression turned sober and a bit sheepish: “You know, I think I am not quite sure how to get him out anyway. Eh, you know, this is only my second time and all. And last time, neither of us was even thinking of letting out those bandits any other way but, eh, you know, as a nice sticky load…"

Abasi could not help a snort, his cock tingling pleasantly at the memory. His balls stirring. That time, they had needed a lot of help to get their cocks to swell to this size. Today was the first time they had managed on their own. While feeling a bit annoyed not to get their prince to squirm down to his own sack, at least not today, thing was, after their training and after all this, he was pretty close either way. And maybe, the best way to get the boy out would be, well, shooting him out with a nice thick load. And Abasi was definitely not going to wait with an aching hardon while the cheetah was getting some sweet release. So he reached over and rubbed his friend's balls, before giving the base of his shaft a nice, firm squeeze.

“Well, let's see if you can get him out then, one way or the other. I mean, if you churn him into a nice, sticky load, you better hurry or he'll really be cross with us. I think they want to give him a good ritual scrubbing and all that tomorrow morning and he'll need some sleep after all those scrolls he said he had to go over. Glad he got through that in time for a bit of fun…", the jackal grinned, pushing his throbbing cock forward, making sure to let some more of his precum leak out. Mark the cheetah in a bit of stealth dominance display. Diallo seemed a bit distracted, just grinning back as he pushed against him, as he gave the bulge inside of his sack a squeeze.

“Heeeh, yeaah, sounds good, yeah, was a good thing he got done with those scrolls, was really afraid he might end up sitting there all evening getting a stiff neck and all…", the cheetah was chuckling, maybe a bit too jovially, but he sure seemed enthusiastic as the two of them grinded their cocks together, the squirming inside of Diallo's balls making both of them moan. Abasi thought he had heard the weak hint of some words from inside, but he was too horny right now to care. Even though he was one proper orgasm ahead of Diallo, he was hardly any less throbbing and ready to burst. The half playful, half earnest cock fight of stiff members rubbing together only got him more eager to show off. Make his cock gush precum until they both were slippery with it. He looked at the cheetah, who threw back his head, tongue lolling out. Any guy looked a bit vulnerable in the throws of passion. He was sure he did, too. But nevertheless, it kinda stirred that predatory instinct in him. And thus, when the cheetah shot his thick, creamy lot all over, hitting him in the face, oozing over the bed and even hitting the ceiling, he was only moments behind, wishing he could have pushed his friend right into his hot, throbbing shaft…

But, eh, maybe when he was better at this, some day…

He just was very eager to at least be the first in this and sack that spotted cat before he managed to sack him…

They both were grinning, unable to keep in a laugh, licking up the spill from their own faces.

“Haah, damn, that was intense! Was that already him? I got a good faceful of your jizz and it rather tasted like him", Abasi got out, breath still going quick, feeling rather lightheaded.

“No, can't you feel him in there? Not moving much anymore, but, heh, he got really frantic just a moment ago. I think our prince was joining us in the fun…", the cheetah chuckled, giving the outline of the human body a gentle, affectionate squeeze. Abasi let out a groan, furtively licking up some more of the Mat flavored cheetah jizz on his face. He would not tell Diallo, but he did rather enjoy the taste actually. Even though it would have been better if it had been his own Mat flavored cum of course…

“Hmmh, lucky spotted bastard, wish I could have him in there right now. Though, guess if you weren't able to get him out with a nice nutting, you know, one way or the other… Well, shouldn't we figure out something, huuuh?", Abasi said, his voice breaking into a yawn. Now that he was coming down from the ecstatic high, his body was remembering that it had been rather worn out from an intensive and sweaty day of training. And even though the bed was a bit slimy now with both their loads having made a mess of it, it was still quite comfy. And it was so easy to just slump over, let his engorged cock flop about and make even more of a mess, as he shifted into a more comfy position. His cheetah friend was grinning, but also looking a bit sheepish again, as he cleared his throat, licking some of his own or maybe Abasi's cum off his face, before he replied: “Yeah, erh, I admit, I kinda forgot to try, honestly. Like, you know, push him back out. Or, eh, I guess churn him quickly. Not that I'm sure I can do it that quickly yet. Mmmh, just, you know, even when he is all passed out like this, he does feel damn good in there. Just the right kind of pressure on your nuts…", he chuckled, continuing to rub the bulge with his own legs, as he slumped down next to Abasi, making the bed creak. They both knew that they should better solve their problem now rather than later. But there was knowing what you should do and actually getting off your ass to do it. Especially when said ass had just settled into such a nice spot, like the rest of you, to just relax and enjoy the afterglow…

“Hmmmh, just make sure to get him out in time, huuuh…", Abasi yawned, feeling that after all, it was on his cheetah buddy to get it taken care of. So, it wasn't exactly like there was anything preventing him from shutting his eyes a bit and just enjoy it…

The room rather smelled of the three of them. A lot of cheetah and jackal cum, but also Mat. Bit of sweaty skin, human male, his arousal, the fragrant oils and essences they would use on him when he had his bath and which Abasi often found rather appetizing…

Usually, their prince would be spending the night nestled against them, with the two playfully wrestling over him, at least until he would scold them for it and they would finally settle for sleep. That was, when they did not just end up passing out in a tangle of naked bodies. But this, well, ideally this with Abasi getting to take the place Diallo currently held, would make a nice variation on that routine. Especially when they could just let the boy stew in there for the night and release him only when they would be taking care of their morning wood…

Well, granted, not having him for that would be a bit of a shame. And they knew that while their prince, if not always without a bit of pouting, would let them have their fun with the servant girls, he drew a very strict line when it came to taking any of them to his chamber. As Abasi had found out the hard way, earning him a good day or two of getting very pointedly ignored in favor of his cheetah buddy, until he had managed to make amends…

Hmmmh, not like their prince never had eyes for other big, strong and handsome beastmen coming to the palace. Which, granted, had made them both get possessive in return…

He grinned, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes.

The soft snore coming from the cheetah now half cuddling against him stirred something in his by now very slow and sluggish feeling head. But with the sweet embrace of sleep tugging against him, Abasi just didn't have the will to try remembering what that was…

The next morning came before Abasi was awake enough to realize what it meant. He just felt the first rays of the rising sun coming through one of the small windows, designed not to let too much of the heat into the room. It tickled his naked body, a warm caress on his dark fur. He let out a groan, sleepily rubbing his head against the furred body next to him, his nose twitching. There was still a rather heavy smell of cum lingering in the room. Cum mixed with the scent of Mat. While another inhale told him that there was a distinct lack of the usual scent of Mat. That familiar mix of warm skin, mussed hair, a bit of sweat, faded fragrant essences and, well, usually, fresh morning wood…

But the only morning wood he was smelling was Diallo's. And his own. And as he stirred, he noticed that his leg was rubbing against something unfamiliar. A big, swollen, sloshy something.

“Oh Kheper's dung balls!", he shot upright, unintentionally, if not all that much to his regret, elbowing the cheetah next to him, making the cat let out a startled yowl. The jackal blinked, looked down, at the big, heavy ballsack between the cheetah's legs. The ballsack now showing not even a hint of a human's body outlined against it. Just two round orbs, big enough to put any melon farmer's proudest specimens to shame. And Diallo, morning wood leaking, just looked up at him, mostly just dazed, with the last hints of a sleepy, satisfied grin the jackal had just wiped from his face. Their eyes met. Then wandered to the heavy balls, still full of churned prince…

“Oh, fuck…", Diallo got out with a groan. It was an understatement. They could both see their own shock mirrored on the face of the other. Then they both looked up at the window.

“Umh, how long does it usually take fo him to come back to life?", Abasi asked, while his still a bit dazed mind was spinning, trying to remember the answer to his own question.

“Erh, I, I mean, I think it is usually something like, well, next morning if it is at night and, hmmh, I think it is faster when the sun is up high, right?" The cheetah was scratching the back of his head, a nervous look on his face. Abasi let out a groan. The ceremony should be in the morning, maybe in two hours at best. They looked at the heavy balls, sloshing gently as Diallo shifted.

“Do you think it is faster if he is a load of cum rather than, erh, a pile of dung?", Abasi asked, earning him a shrug in response. Of course, neither of them knew. If any previous divine prince had been in that sort of situation, it was not something that had been passed down. And the only one they might ask was well away, at best in reach of a royal sorcerer's message spell.

“So, erh, what do we do now?", Diallo asked, flustered, the jackal glaring back at him, huffing.

“You maybe should have thought of that before churning him into Jizz!", he snapped.

“Oh, you mean like you weren't meaning to do the same when you came back?", he snarled, giving Abasi a knowing look, making the jackal grit his teeth, turning his gaze away.

“Well, yes… I mean, I wanted to put him in my balls, but I wouldn't have left him in there all night like you did!", he growled, wishing his brain could come up with some solution.

“Oh, reeeaaallly now? So if you had him in there, you would have managed to stay awake longer?", the cheetah leered and Abasi had to look away again. He, well, had a point there…

Both of them froze when suddenly, they heard steps coming down the corridor outside. Steps quickly approaching the door. They exchanged panicked glances. This was bad!

“Erh, wait there!", Diallo called out, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“The, the prince is, aah, indisposed! Umh, yes, he needs, say, half an hour still!"

Abasi rolled his eyes at his cheetah friend, Diallo just gave him a shrug. Alas, despite his protest, the door swung open, letting in the disgruntled lookin figure of the old servant woman.

“I have had to walk in on you silly cat and your friend doing more things with that poor, foolish boy than I care to remember! And I am not having any of this now! It is off to the baths with him so he will be all proper for the ceremony! With how this room smells, he will need it! My prince, I don't care what state you're in, you'll be coming with me…", the elderly woman stopped mid sentence. Having stomped into the room, she was now close enough to have a good look at the bed. And the noticeable absence of a prince. As well as the noticeable addition of the still very oversized and very full balls of the cheetah, grinning at her rather sheepishly, while Abasi let out a sigh, shaking his head. Both of them winced, their sensitive ears hurting from the scream the woman was letting out. Her expression was half accusatory, half just resigned in exasperation.

Neither Diallo nor Abasi really had anything to say for themselves. Not right then and neither when one of the servant girls peeked in through the door, only to let out a shriek of her own, before clasping her hands to her mouth. Abasi could just sigh inwardly. With that shocked look on her face, there went his chance to score a different lay for some variety…

And alas, with the ruckus they had been making, it did not take long for the red face of the high priest to join the crowd. And if Abasi had thought the old nurse looked like she was ready to have them skinned alive, then he now got to find out that he had seen nothing yet…

“Explain! Both of you!", he finally shouted, the heavy golden amulet on his chest bouncing with every word that came shooting like an arrow out of his mouth. He was furious. And for all their usual opinions on the old man, neither Abasi nor of course Diallo could really fault him this time.

“Erh… we, well, we did not mean to have him, you know, like this", DIallo patted his balls with a flustered grin, “umh, not at this hour. Just, we…", he paused, his grin growing more forced.

“...your eminence, we, well, we made a mistake. We are sorry. It was foolish high spirits, hoping to maybe distract our prince when he was so obviously overcome with worry about performing his duties to everyone's satisfaction. We planned to have him out in time for the ceremony, but we… We both were overcome with fatigue and failed in our duties to have him back in time…"

Abasi did his best to do a respectful bow, hoping the courtesy and show of deference might spare them. A hope that might have been greater if Diallo had not just grinned, scratching the back of his head, his heavy balls swaying as he made a semi polite nod to the priest.

“Erh, yeah! What he said!", he added, not quite his usual confident self. It earned him a glare from the priest, who was tapping his staff of office on the floor, the thin line of his mouth twisting.

“It will take many hours for our prince to return to his, well, more solid form. Even if we forego the customary purifications, we will miss the time window. And holding the ceremony at a later date will not only forego the potency of the current conjunction, it will also cause the same delays everywhere else. We need to do it today, or it may have consequences, not least of all that those inauspicious circumstances will cast doubt on both our prince and his lord brother."

The priest was still glaring at them, but it was clear that his main thoughts were on how to salvage this. Abasi had to give the old fossil that much. And thus, he was all the more surprised to hear the cheetah suddenly chime in, breaking the heavy silence: “Say, old man, this whole thing is really all about mixing his essence with the soil, right? Like, all the ceremony stuff aside, it is his blood charged with his magical, divine power being mixed with the new soil from the inundation and then every one of the regional priests carrying some of this along to mix it with the new soil all around the kingdom, correct?"

The old priest gave him a glare, his pale eyes fixed on him: “Your point, cat? I am not bothering to correct your insolence for now, because saving it up for later is the one bright spot in all this calamity you have caused. Part of my mind is already enjoying the thought of having a nice new spotted fur rug for the grand temple for me to wipe my feet on. So if you have anything intelligent to say, better take advantage of the time until I get to console myself with having this cheerful little daydream put into practice…"

Diallo let out an audible gulp, Abasi daring a brief glance at the old man, maybe to see if there was any indication for the addition of a black jackal rug somewhere. But the priest's gaze was fully fixed on the cheetah, waiting for him to continue. Which, after a deep breath, Diallo did:

“So, my point is… Well, we still have prince Mat, in here…", he patted his balls, “and I was thinking, that means we also have all that magical divine essence, you see? And so I was thinking, if, what, maybe a few pints of his blood mixed with the soil will do the trick, then, you know, what about, all this of his nicely churned up load of semen? I mean, it is more of him and if anything, more of his essence in there, riiiight?"

Diallo waggled one eyebrow, giving his engorged manhood another proud pat.

“You, you insolent, you utterly good for nothing cat! That idea is an utter disrespect to this kingdom, its traditions and the royal family!", the priest spat out, his face dark with indignation, as he inhaled, his shoulders shaking, making the robe of office look like the puffed up plumage of a very angry old bird. Then he let out one long breath, shaking his head, glaring at Diallo.

“...I think it would work though. And as much as I cannot believe I am saying this, it is likely our best option at this point."

Diallo's body seemed to relax, his grin widening, Abasi suppressing a huff of exasperation, disbelief and, he had to admit, a strange sort of amusement. That, well, that was certainly…

“What are you all standing around here for!", the priest broke the silence with a shout.

“Get that cheetah to the baths! I want him cleaned, dressed up for the occasion and have the steps of the ceremony hammered into that loghead of his as best as you can manage! I'll be briefing the lesser priests and making sure that this scandal will not be a bigger thing than it needs to be! And you, jackal, get cleaned up too! You both stink and I want you to make sure that dumb cat does not spill any of the prince anywhere other than on the new soil! Is that clear?!", he snapped, giving them all a look fierce enough to curdle milk. Then he whirled around, leaving the room and the servants and guards that had accompanied him behind, the old lion, their teacher, among them. Abasi and Diallo pointedly avoided his glare, as they made for the door, but both of them could clearly hear him muttering under his breath. Something about how he should have beaten them more often. Or churned up both of them years ago…

But the whole event did come with some perks. Namely, getting all the young bath attendants to both scrub them in the warm water and gently massage their sore muscles with the fragrant oils Mat would usually get applied to his body. Abasi thought that this might be worth getting dragged along to the baths with him, rather than just the quick wash at the well the two of them would usually do. No breakfast though for either of them. Even though he could not say whether the ritual fasting would do anything for either of them, he did not think he was in much of a position to complain. Luckily, Diallo was showing a bit more willingness to pay attention when both of them sat on the stone bench, listening to the younger priest, with more patience than they likely deserved, go over the steps of the newly adjusted ritual. It still amounted to a cheetah stroking himself off until he would be spilling his hot seed all over the ground, but, similar to how they had managed to dress up Mat sprinkling his blood over it into some ceremony, they sure managed to make a good bit of masturbating look, well, at least a bit lewd and crass…

Though when they were ushered to the site of the ceremony, Abasi could not quite help grinning at the part where the priests, including the old high priest, had to make up for Mat's lack of active participation by doing all the magic parts over Diallo's ballsack, while he sat there, all dressed up and looking like a fancy, if a bit unusually tall and muscular harem boy, unable to help grinning at the crowd. Because of course, all the other priests knew that they had to pretend this was all proper and holy, because if they did not, the scary old vulture of a high priest would be coming down on them. One of them looked so red in the face, obviously affected by the display that Abasi had to clamp one hand over his mouth not to laugh. He managed. Barely.

And finally, Diallo arose, following the well worn steps, right to the riverbanks, walking over the series of stones set in place, his golden and black body shining in the morning sun, the tip of his engorged cock glistening, as he slowly started to give it a long, teasing stroke…

The bastard was enjoying this! Abasi shifted about a bit to hide his own reaction to the spectacle. He was not the only one. The red faced priest from earlier was the worst. He was doing such a comically bad job hiding his actually rather nicely sized erection that the jackal had to feel sorry for him. And just in case, he made sure to remember the face for later…

Diallo definitely did not seem to feel any shame about the audience. And he was not holding back the loud moan as he massaged his balls with one hand, fisting his cock with the other. It was not as big as it had been when Mat had gone in, but it was definitely bigger than his normal size. Pulsing, glistening in the sun, fresh sweat matting his fur. Abasi saw the priest's expression. As did Diallo. Because the bastard even had the spunk to wink at him, just before he let out another long, drawn out moan. His whole body was trembling, hips bucking, the oozing tip dripping precum. And to the jackal's amazement, the high priest did not miss a beat, walking up, reciting his whole sermon about the gods, the blood divine and all of it, just as Diallo was still jerking off next to him. What he did do though at the end was letting the staff whirl to smack across both the cat's cock and heavy balls. And Diallo did not manage to suppress the pained yowl, even though it barely took seconds for it to be drowned out by the satisfied moan, as in thick, hot spurts of white, he emptied his balls, his body jerking with every eruption of seed. It took quite a while for it to be over, but finally, the cheetah just collapsed on the ground, grinning exhausted and quite obviously pleased with himself. The rest was in the hands of the priests. And judging by their reaction at least, as well as the glow of magic, everything seemed to be going well. When Abasi made his way over to help his friend up, semen was still dripping from his cock, even with his balls back to their usual size. His nose twitched as he inhaled. His cheetah buddy certainly had put all the previous efforts of the bath attendants more or less to naught, as the air was definitely rather heavy now with the scent of cheetah cum…

“Well, it seems like you did it. Guess we are not going to be fur rugs then after all…", Abasi said, voice carefully lowered, suppressing a chuckle. Diallo just gave him a grin in return.

“Yep. And you better show me some respect from now on, Jackal. I am practically an object of religious worship now after all. Holy Diallo of the fertile balls."

Both of them had to suppress a laugh. But found that the bony fingers suddenly digging into their shoulders from behind rather helped there. Whirling around, they found themselves face to face with the high priest, glaring at them, as behind him, jars of the cheetah seed, and thus Mat infused mud were being ritually filled and handed to the priests for them to carry away.

“So far, things seem to indeed have worked out. The prince's essence at least was very potent, with it being all of his body, even though, I stress, the lack of him there to conduct this rite will likely undo most of those benefits. Should I however find out that there have been any ill effects of your foolish antics, or should we be fortunate enough to have our prince come to his senses and finally throw the two of you unruly beasts out like he should have years ago, I will gladly find a place for both of you on the temple floors…", he hissed, his gaze focused on Diallo, obviously not having forgotten the deliberate lewd display he had made of the whole thing.

The cheetah just shrugged though, looking almost innocently back at him: “Ah, I just think you need to refine that new ritual a bit more. I'd say you should seriously consider making it the new thing. I mean… I could tell how many of those priests and priestesses seemed to have enjoyed it quite a bit. Oh, and you better make sure you don't give away every last bit of that soil. Don't want our prince's remains carried all across the kingdom and him coming back who knows where, eh? Of course… I do think I may still have one load of him left for our chambers later. Bet he would like it better to come back to us somewhere nice and private, you know?"

The priest huffed, showing his still surprisingly well kept teeth: “You shall keep those delusional thoughts of yours to yourself. Better make sure I do not hear of you proposing to the prince. I mean, propose that foolhardy idea of yours to him! And your concern shall be noted, but not necessary. Unlike you, we tend to think with the head on our shoulders, not the one on top of that meat rod of yours! I shall have a jar full of it brought to his rooms, with some spells on it to make sure his return to life will be easy and pleasant. And for now, I have more important things to do than waste my time with you two! You are dismissed, awaiting your prince's pleasure!"

And with that, he turned back and both the Jackal and the cheetah found themselves with the much stronger, heavier paws of their old lion mentor on their shoulders. And what he had to say to the two of them, neither the cheetah nor the Jackal were eager to divulge…

And thus, the festival of the fertile soil concluded. Luckily, the crowds of the people only were present for when the jars of newly infused soil would be carried in processions to the gates of the capital city, with many people following behind, some to accompany the divine gift to their homes, where the priests would mix it into the soil of the fields and bestow the royal blessings upon them. And, thus, for another year, helping the harvest turn more bountiful. And luckily, especially for Diallo, the changes in that year's ceremony seemed to have no further ill effect than the indignation it had earned the two of them. So there was no more talk, aside from a bit of grumbling the next time I had to sit down with the high priest about anyone being made into a fur rug. After all, even though I first had been rather cross with them, mostly Diallo, I would never, ever even consider sending either of them away…

And thus, it is likely not much of a surprise to you that it was at best a day of me pointedly ignoring my cheetah guardian and letting Abasi, maybe not fully deserved either, get my undivided attention and affection, before I was back to having both of them on my bed and before long getting a good mouthful of warm, salty cheetah cum to my guardian's purring satisfaction. He did however have to contend with it being Abasi's cock I would sliding into the next time we were to try this new art of devouring. But there, too, I could not deny him for long…

After all, as you likely will have come to conclude yourself, looking back, the whole episode would have made for a rather good comical farce. And before long, all of us would laugh whenever it came up, Abasi in particular quite enjoyed pointing out Diallo's most embarrassing moments in it. And, even though I might not have been that successful yet at learning to enforce some rules and boundaries on my two unruly guardians, at least I got both of them to learn how to get me out of their balls and bellies both, prior to me ending up a messy load or stewing meat soup. And also got all of us to learn exactly how long it would take for me to come back from either fate and what, if necessary, might be done to speed that process up a bit…

Though I am to this day always a little worried about how many emergency calls for that sort of thing the old high priest might be willing to tolerate, before the matter of fur rugs and temple floors might be coming up again…