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Febii smiled and glanced around the tavern, soaking up the energy of all the other patrons who were having a great time. This was her first time Arrenthen and the locals were certainly making it a good time for her. Singing and dancing filled the tavern, with a chorus line of drunkards trying to chant the local anthem while a group of ladies made their way from table to table, attempting to ensnare anyone interested in their services.

For a brief moment, as she sipped at her chocolate flavored spirits, she considered joining the ladies of the night. She needed the money on her cross-continent trek she had been on, and she wasn't the kind of person to shy away from casual encounters just because some looked down on those kinds of people. In her mind, her body was a temple and there was no problems with letting guests in to offer her reverence. Plus, she was wearing only a short dress and sporty tank-top, so she was definitely dressed the part.

Oh, and she really, really needed the money.

Though her trip had been fun and full of adventure, it had also been quite long and her funds were running out. Backpacking across two continents was quite cost intensive, and she needed to find different ways to make a living in order to spread her cash flow out as thin as it would go. This meant she would have to do some brisk one-off bits of labor, danced in a burlesque show, and had been considering selling herself a few times when money got tight.

Regardless of her views on the subject of prostitution, it certainly was reserved for a last resort and nothing else. She could enjoy the profession from afar without directly participating. At least that's what she kept telling herself with each successive nation she visited.

Still sipping her chocolate mint drink, she glanced down into her coin purse to see just how low she was running. One gold, two silver, a dozen bronze, and another twenty copper were there. Not a small amount of money - those silver and gold pieces were quite valuable - but not enough for the rest of her trip without some sort of job on the side.

Luckily, Arrenthen was a beautiful tropical paradise with a bustling economy and plenty of work to go around, complimenting the surplus of things to do. She had no doubt in her mind she'd be able to find what she was looking for, especially since the tavern she was drinking at was right off the Central Strip that led from the castle gates to Great Lake Arrenthen. That strip was lined with vendors, businesses, shops, and royal figures during the day, while being surprisingly well lit and guarded by the Knights of Ebon at night.

There were no places in the entire kingdom more fit for Febii than there.

However, the night was growing long and she needed to put her snout to the dirt the following day, so she threw back her drink, slammed the glass on the table, and left three copper coins on the table to cover the cost and a tip. The chorus line of drunks at the bar all turned to lament her departure, begging her to come back and promising to make her night a great one. She politely declined with a bow and a tip of her topi hat before heading out with her bag on her back.

Before she could leave, the notice board caught her eye. On it were a mess of the typical things one would expect on a notice board, such as announcements and bounties, but one thing seemed to supersede all else. It was a job offer on a black piece of parchment, which would have been ominous and shifty if it wasn't for a position in the Arrenthen Parliament Castle. According to what she saw, the castle was looking for eager, young workers to help in the castle to prepare for some upcoming ceremony that was scheduled for a week away.

Perfect! One week's work, in a cushy position in government! That was exactly what she needed. Too bad her semi-sloshed eyesight was less than ideal, and she couldn't read the fine print below the massive header. She did manage to make out the words 'All applicants considered; Be at the castle between the hours of 8:00 and 10:00 AM. Pretty early, but fair.

"Well that's a blessing in disguise." She said to herself before stumbling her way out the door. Sadly, this was the one time she probably should have just ripped the ad off the notice board so she could get a better look at it later. As it stood, she stumbled her way around the outside of the tavern to climb up the stairs to the second level Inn, where she had a room reserved. An expensive room that was draining her funds.

Still, she seemed confident that she would make it on her own the following morning when she hit up the castle.

After shutting the door behind her and locking it, she tossed her bag next to the bed and flopped down, face first as her Topi rolled off her head and landed on the ground. Surprisingly, the bed was remarkably soft and plump, perfect and clean. Not common for most inns and hostels she'd visited, but worthy of the great reputation this Inn had been given as one just off the strip.

Febii crawled her way up onto the bed and flopped over onto her back, resting her head on the pillow as she stared at the ceiling. She had been drinking some nice drinks over the course of the night, so her entire body felt flush and warm, especially her loins. Too bad she was alone, because she would have loved to enjoy some company.

Her toys might have been a wonderful companion to her, but they were all the way across the bed in her bag and she couldn't be bothered to reach out and grab one. Instead, she slid her hand up under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, lightly massaged herself and relishing how slick and wet she was. Slowly, she slid two fingers into herself and pressed heavily against the roof of her sex, putting pressure on her most sensitive spot.

Before she could get particularly far with herself, she found the fatigue of her drinks drag her into slumber, leaving her sprawled spread eagle with fingers still inside. The last thought that came into her mind before fading into sleep was how sexy it would be if the cleaning lady came in and saw her like this.

"Ugh." Febii groaned as she shifted onto her side, the bow on her tail haphazard and lopsided while the collar around her neck felt particularly tight. She slowly got to her feet and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she held back a belch. As a lady, such burps would be unbecoming. Fortunately, she wasn't hungover. The amount she drank was enough to get her just barely drunk, but nowhere near sloshed enough to wake up with a hangover.

She was thirsty, however. So she grabbed at her bag and got out a flask of enchanted iceberg water and took a sip, the cool sensations of its spell filling her body and satisfying her thirst. It wasn't going to last long, perhaps an hour, but she wouldn't need a drink at least until she got to the castle, where she fully expected to be able to drink from a fountain or something.

When she went to rub her nose, she caught a whiff of her own scent on her fingers. It was almost like a blend of cherry and strawberry with a hint of estrus dragoness, so she opted not to clean her fingers before heading off. She grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and straightened her skirt to at least feign some modesty and headed off to the castle. She didn't need to check herself in the mirror, she knew she was gorgeous.

She was sure to keep the door locked, since some of her stuff was still in her room. That was, just in case she didn't actually get chosen for the spot in the castle.

The trip was quite short from her room to the castle, since the inn was a mere block away from the strip, and once she hit the strip it was less than twenty-five minutes to the massive twin red-wood doors that marked the divide between city and castle. Guarding the twin doors were two towering equines - one stallion and one mare - dressed in ornate armor and brandishing pole arms longer than they were with equally ornate blades atop them.

"Good day, my lady." The stallion spoke with a smile. "May I ask what brings you to the castle today?" He had no look of suspicion or malice in his voice, which was nice.

Febii reached into her bag to find the flyer she had inconveniently failed to grab from the night before. "I'm here to see about the position of Castle maid? I think that's what the position is called."

The mare cocked her head to the side a bit. "Got any credentials? Anything to prove you're not some assassin hoping to gain entry? We can't just let anyone in the castle, you know."

The blood drained from Febii's already pale-colored cheeks as her ears flopped back and her tail drooped. "N-no. I just thought I-"

"Lighten up, miss." The stallion laughed. "My partner here just likes messing with people. Anyone is welcome in the castle, especially someone like you. You're pretty so I'm sure the king will love you. Go on." He knocked at the door with the butt of his pole arm, indicating they should open it.

Febii blushed a bit and smiled as some knocking noises came from the other side of the door. "Th-thanks!" She chirped at them. A moment later, the doors started to slowly swing open and she was greeted with the wonderful image of the Arrenthen Castle Courtyard, a beautiful open realm free of the hustle and bustle of the strip. There were gardens, fountains, hedges, an orchard all around the castle, which was standing tall in the middle with four tall towers or turrets on the courners.

Within the walls lie a whole other community unlike the rest of the city. It was a land of luxury and nobility. A world Febii would be honored to be a part of.

"Go on, my dear." The mare urged. "We have to close the door behind you, and we get in trouble if we keep it open too long." She winked and smiled, then tilted her head and flicked her ear to accentuate her impatience.

"Of course, of course. I apologize." She hopped forward, clutching her bag with her tail curled up behind her. She gaped in awe at the castle before her, not knowing what she was supposed to do next. There were no guards at the castle's main entrance, and the few people who were walking through the gardens and orchards seemed too distracted to care about her.

The ebon-stone bricks that made the castle had a sort of layered look to them, giving the whole building a look like it had been carved out of slate gray rock, while still being ornately arranged with beautiful golden accents. Candles, door frames, and the window frames were all either made of or tinted gold, while the wood was all a bright red - same as the gates between the courtyard and the strip.

Absolutely beautiful.

Curious but undeterred by her lack of direction, she just walked right up to the front door, turned the handle, and pushed. Nothing happened, so she pulled instead, and the door slowly creaked its way open. The dark red doors towered over her, easily three times her height, but they still opened with ease.

Inside, the grand hall opened up into a wonderful ballroom with the entrance at one end and the throne plateau on the other end atop a staircase and under an ornate canopy. From the throne were more stairs leading up to a second level with a balcony wrapping around the edges of the grand hall, all propped up by six black-marble pillars that seemed to stab through the balcony from floor to ceiling.

In between each of the pillars on both balcony and floor level was another equine guard, plus another between the two thrones at the other end of the room. Above the throne was a stained-glass window depicting what she presumed was the king and queen embracing one another with ten other stars in the night sky. Quite pretty.

"Whoa." She said to herself, voice echoing off the walls from every direction.

Then, before she had time to finish taking in the view, a tiny little chimerean creature of red scales, orange highlights, and black stripes came out from a door on the second level balcony. He had dark, forward-facing horns and a glorious mane of off-white hair, and he looked eager to see her, and was rapidly darting across the room towards her. "Aha! Another one! Well, come now, we don't have much time before the signing! Come, come!" He ushered her to follow him, so she did.

He was quite tiny, a full head or more shorter than Febii, but he acted like he was in charge so she did as he commanded, silently following up past the thrones, down a hall, past what looked and smelled like stables, and into a flight of stairs that circled its way up one of the four towers that seemed to be made of room after circular room of libraries. She didn't say a word, since she was too busy taking in the sights.

Upon arrival in the highest room in the back tower, she was greeted with a panel of onlookers. In the middle, a tall golden-feathered hippogryph wearing an ornate salmon colored dress behind a desk; she looked like the character depicted in the stained-glass window above the thrones, so Febii quickly came to realize this was the queen. She bowed gently, and the queen tipped her head in a polite bow back. On either side of the queen were four seats filled with unique looking people of various races. There was a tall orange and brown colored chimera with a set of antlers facing back and a golden mane, a tiny white fox with black tipped ears and gloves, a black feline in a maid uniform, and a fourth empty seat that her guide sat in.

Next to Febii were a series of other folks who all seemed to be in her same position. Some canines, a gryphon, one feline, and a dragon. None had particularly distinctive patterns or markings so Febii focused on the queen before her.

"The six of you are all here to help the castle with preparations for an upcoming embassy I will be hosting. Normally, I'd just demand more of my existing servants - headed by Mikhail, Arnika, Chiryn, and Kezia here - but we just had an exodus of our hired help as the school year is about to start and they wanted an education. Here at Arrenthen Parliament Castle, I want all my employees to be happy, healthy, and safe. Therefore I need some extra hands and paws and claws on deck, as it were. The job is simple enough. You will all be sweeping, dusting, and polishing every surface in the castle, aside from the kitchen and bathrooms. Your compensation will be five silver and ten bronze-"

"W-wow..." Febii gasped aloud, jaw dropping. Five silver would be enough to last her another month on her travels, easily. She was expecting about one fifth of that, so this was incredibly good news.

But the Queen wasn't done. She glared and smiled a bit at Febii before continuing. "...per day for ten days. One full week, to be paid out half after five days and the rest after the tenth with a chance for a bonus if you put in extra work. You will also have virtually unlimited access to the kitchens, within reason."

Febii's jaw gaped open; had it been capable it would have landed with a thud on the floor.

"Is something wrong there, my dear?" The queen asked her with a gentle hoot.

"N-no your highness. It's just a lot more than I was expecting, is all. A lot more. Like, wow. But sure, for that price do you need me to lick your hooves, too?" She giggled a bit, only to have the queen stand up from behind the desk, towering over Febii and the others to show herself as nearly twice as tall as the average biped and even taller than the equine guards which were already quite monstrous.

She lifted her dress up to expose her golden yellow talons. "I don't have hooves but you're welcome to give them a lick if you'd like." She chirp-giggled back and rolled her eyes a bit before brushing her mane back. When Febii stepped forward with her hands outstretched downward - as though she actually planned on licking the queen's talons - She dropped the dress and scoffed. "I was kidding. There will be no licking of feet here today. Just sign some papers, and I must be leaving. The dragon mount will be leaving within three hours and I trust my panel of Castle Hands here to guide you in the right direction." She sat back down and turned a stack of parchment towards the newcomers on the desk.

Febii glanced around to the rest of the signing workers, then over to the Castle Hands, then to the queen before stepping forth. At that price she wanted to be first in line and show her eager nature. On the parchment read some basics about the work entailed, more details about the daily hourly expectations, and a more thorough explanation of the benefits, as well as the evident promise of a room in the castle itself to aid in a lack of wasted time in travel. Turns out she didn't need to keep the inn for the duration of her stay here. At the end, it was signed Queen Talba Ebonoldty and King Vaulix Arraidama, with a line for Febii to sign, so she did.

"All done!" She declared, contentedly offering the parchment to the large brown and orange chimera who sat next to Queen Talba.

"Welcome to the team. My name is Mikhail, this lady fox here is Arnika, the other chimera is Chiryn, and the kitty is Kezia. We'll be honored to have you as part of the team. At least for a while. When the others are finished signing as well, we will all introduce you to the servant rooms. They aren't big, but they have a very comfortable bed, a dresser for your personals, and you have access to the rest of the castle. If you have any questions, I'll be glad to answer, and so will any of the other Castle Hands."

One by one, the other applicants signed their parchment, Febii went out of her way to shake the queen's hand, she then started gushing about how flattered she was to see a queen, and eventually she had to be politely asked to not be so excitable. Arnika and Mikhail both made it very clear that this was a more relaxed environment, and wasn't to be too stressful. It was hard work, sure, but both the King and the Queen were said to be quite laid back, especially with their inner circle Castle Hands.

After all the paperwork was signed, the queen politely excused herself and made her way down the spiral staircase, and the four Castle Hands guided the new recruits back down to the main level. There, they were first introduced to their personal quarters. To Febii's pleasant shock, each of the new applicants had their own room completely to themselves. It fit a rather large bed, a rather large dresser, and had plenty of room to spare. Probably three meters wide by four meters long, Not a full sized home, but a very comfortable personal room.

"Each of you have your own identical room, just like this. For the duration of your stay, feel free to alter it and customize it to your own desires, but be sure to revert it back to its simplest form before you leave." Mikhail explained, before assigning each person their own spot. "There's a communal area at the end of the hall here with all sorts of lounge material, books, and a fireplace for general relaxation on breaks and after you're done for the day. There are also bathrooms just for us."

Arnika pitched in a bit, hopping up on Mikhail's back. "It's unisex, but don't be worried about your co-workers. We're lewd, but we're not rapists." She winked and flashed a peace sign, only to have Mikhail shake her off and lightly push on her snout.

"Ignore her, she's just a little loopy and excited to meet you all."

Chiryn stepped in front of the other two with his tail wrapped around his hips, hands resting atop the orange scales lining the spine. "And I will be taking you to the kitchens to instruct you on how to order food. Mikhail, Arnika, and Kezia will all be going their own ways, as they have work to do." He stepped past the group of new hires, while Febii and a few others offered Miki and Arnika a gentle wave. Kezia seemed a little too shy to get involved.

They all went down the hall back towards the grand throne room and entryway, with Chiryn explaining the process along the way. "So, it's actually quite simple. When you enter the kitchens, there's an area set aside to order. There, you ring a bell and wait for a server to come see you. Could be Mikhail, could be Arnika, could be me, could be anyone. They will take your order and give it to the chef, who will put you in line. Since the kitchens are very busy catering to the King and Queen, the royal guard, and all the helpers, food can take some time, so don't go too far. Good idea to order on breaks to have it done by a certain time."

When they approached the main hall, Chiryn guided them to the right, where twin steel swinging doors led them into the kitchen itself. Before them, a grand hall of crome and white tile, with a blasting wave of smells emanating from the back. There was a smoking pit for infusing flavors, an open flame for barbecue, and a gas-lit grill along the side with three rows of prep tables. That grill was far more advanced than the cooking methods she used at home, and she had only heard of stoves that used actual gas for cooking, this was the first she'd ever seen one. At the far back, Febii could see a door leading to what she assumed was a cellar of some sort.

"As you can see, the castle is equipped with the finest equipment and one of the best chefs in the Epicelian continent. Chef Kit Nip should be here somewhere, but I dare not interrupt him while he's working. He is kind, but easily frustrated when he's busy, so let's just be on our way for now." Chiryn took them to the grand hall again where he explained some more. "We do have a wine cellar, with ale and spirits as well, which you are welcome to sample at your will. However, the second your drinking impacts your work, your daily salary will be cut in half and you will be asked to remove yourself from the equation by spending the rest of the day in your quarters or the communal area."

Febii meekly raised her hand. When Chiryn nodded towards her, she squeaked out her question. "So you're saying we can drink on the job?"

He nodded in agreement. "So long as it doesn't impact your ability to work, then yes."

Her knees went weak as she found herself ready to die a little inside. This must have been a castle in the skies, for she was beyond the earthly pleasures of a terrestrial kingdom. Outstanding, cushy noble pay, can drink on the job, free food, and her own place she didn't have to pay for? "Can I just work here forever?" Everyone else laughed, but she was only half joking.

Chiryn kinda flicked his ear and rolled his eyes a bit, grinning all the while. "Well, we never say no to that, but as of this moment we don't have any long term positions open. Again, do a good job and we'll certainly consider you, but let's not worry too much about that right now. Does anyone else have any questions?" He paused, waiting to see if anyone spoke. When nobody interjected, he reached into a satchel he had over his shoulder to get a series of black, red, and golden badges. "These will prove to the guards and kitchen staff who you are, giving you unfettered access to the facilities."

He handed one out to each of the new hires, and Febii buttoned hers to the bow on her tail tip. When she was all decked out, she hopped and squeed a bit. "So when do we start?"

"Tomorrow." Chiryn informed her as he gave the last badge to the dragon. "Today, the castle is your playground. Oh, and you get paid for today, so we wish you a wonderful afternoon. I'll be waking you all up bright and early tomorrow one hour after sunrise, so if you do drink, please don't go too heavy. I have my own duties to tend to, so I'll be leaving you now. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to seek me out." He bowed and saluted to them all. "Until then adieu." With that, he darted away past the thrones, off to do whatever it was he was going to do.

"So, what now?" The dragon asked as she ruffled her wings a bit. "Do we just...do whatever?"

"I can't speak for anyone else, but I'm going to celebrate with some wine." The feline said before heading back into the kitchen. Both wolves followed, and the Others just kinda dispersed in different directions, all overwhelmed by the circumstances.

Febii remained in awe at her good luck. Part of her thought maybe this was some sort of fever dream brought on by some sort of exotic ingredients in the drink she had the night before, but even her most vivid dreams weren't this detailed. Since it was still in the wee hours before lunch, she decided that the first thing she would do would be to get herself something to eat. Problem was, she had no idea what was available.

One of the others had already rang the bell for service, so a server was already coming up from the prep tables. He was a rather dapper looking saurossin of some sort; elaborate gray and black scale patterns on his shoulders, forehead, and along his tail accenting his white body. "Can I see your badges?" He asked. Everyone happily obliged, with Febii holding her tail up over her shoulder. "Good, good. Okay, so what would everyone like?"

Febii raised her hand to ask. "Uh, can we get a menu? I'd like to know what is available."

"No menus, you just tell us what you would like and we'll make it happen." The saurossin explained, a smirk pulling at his lips to expose his teeth on one side. "You newcomers are always so cute. But yeah, no limits. If we have the materials, we'll make it happen."

"So we could have a full quail in a chicken in a turkey in a gryphon in a horse in a ulokar multi layered roast with exotic spices from the Ijimulian?" One of the wolves asked, panting heavily.

"Not like that, I'm afraid. We'll try anything, but we don't serve gryphon or Ulokar here, and on top of that you're only one person. These are supposed to be single person meals; we wouldn't even cook that for the queen if she asked. No, please be more realistic. How about a delicious steak with grilled asparagus and a baked potato? Or maybe smoked salmon steaks on a cellitoke plank to give it that extra smokey flavor? Pastas, sushi dishes, you name it, we can make it. Again, within reason."

Once again, Febii leaned in and smiled at him with a wink, trying to endear herself to him. "It's still pretty early in the day. I'd be happy with a steak and eggs breakfast. Steak mid-rare, with fried potato hash browns, some buttered toast, and three eggs over easy. Light seasoning on the steak, I don'r mind it crispy around the edges as long as it's pink in the middle. Is that a reasonable request?"

The server nodded and tipped his cook's hat. "It is indeed. Where can we find you and can I get your name?" He grabbed a quill and dipped it in ink, ready to write down her details.

"Name's Febii. I think I'm going to go to the....Castle Hand Lounge? Is that what it's called?" She extended a paw for him to shake, but he seemed reluctant due to the fact he was dealing with food so he fist-bumped instead.

"It's still early, and breakfast food comes along fast, so we'll have a server - likely me - bring it to you within the next fifty minutes. Half an hour or so, sound good?"

She nodded, and politely bowed out as he was writing down the details. She was already back to the main hall and throne room before anyone else got to order. A deep rumble twisted her gut as she realized just how hungry she actually was, but the scent of all those foods coming out of the kitchen made her very, very happy and hungry.

In truth, she kind of wanted to be left alone for a bit. This was all quite overwhelming to her and she just wasn't in the mood to deal with a bunch of people she didn't know. The job sounded fun enough and she was certain she'd get to know them all eventually, but she would do so at her own pace. For now, she just needed to enjoy a meal, get herself acquainted with the castle, ask around about the tasks at hand, then go back to her inn to get her stuff before the week started. Half an hour was how long it was going to take to cook, so she couldn't get her stuff without potentially missing her calling.

Off to the lounge she went, where she found herself a perfect sofa that had a rut in the back to fit her tail comfortably. She grabbed a book and started to read, but then put it down as she came to realize she just wasn't in the mood to read. On top of her lack of literary desire, she couldn't really go anywhere else in the castle until her food was ready, and now she was getting kind of bored.

Twenty-five minutes passed before Chiryn came into the room, noticing that Febii was alone. "Everything alright?" He asked, sitting in a chair opposite her.

She snapped out of her daze and nodded with a smile. "Oh yeah, I'm fine, just a little overwhelmed. So many things to do, I just don't know what I want to do first. I kinda want to do a self-tour of the castle since I've never been here before, but I'm just waiting for my food, then I have to go get my stuff from the inn and-" She paused to take in a breath. She wasn't upset or distraught, but she was a little flustered. Only a little.

"I can definitely see that. It's always a bit much at first." He consoled her, smiling.

"It's actually a bit more than that. I'm not from around here, just a wolgon on a backpacking tour across the northern Hemisphere. Saffrald to Viokenic, through Endra and all across Yelfrit and Onycherem. Finally went through Denniontres and Chimme before making the Epicelian rounds, with Tehgol, Untheria, and finally Arrenthen before returning to Tehgol, Veneisse, and Farragouth before crossing the Divine Strait and returning to Klyneth."

Chiryn was lightly nodding and smiling. "Sounds like quite the trek. Let me guess, you're just taking this job to help pay for the final legs of the trip?"

She nodded the very end of her tail tip buzzing a bit while the feathers parted and stood on end. "Yeah, and you're paying, like, a lot. A whole lot more than I ever would have expected."

"Yeah, I can't deny that. You know what they say about government jobs. And the Queen is especially generous with her coin, and seems to never run out of it. Anyone who works in the castle is treated as a noble, with special privileges and the pay of a prince. Sure, it's only part time, but You'll make in a week what most make in two months. That said, don't let the money get to your head too much. The job is in fact very intensive. Basically one hour before sun up to one hour before sun down of constant sweeping and polishing and brushing off the stone walls. It's a lot of work."

The thought of that much work was a little daunting, but one week of it was worth the suffering knowing it wasn't going to be permanent. "I think I'll be fine. I couldn't do it forever, but a week to fund the rest of my trip? Sounds like a plan to me. I have to say, that's even enough to pay for some of my expenses back home, because there's no way I'll spend all that coin in the following months, not on the budget I'm working off."

"I'm glad to hear you're so optimistic about the job. Fair warning, most quit by about the half way mark. They take their first pay and bolt. We might have to get someone else to replace them but it's hard on short notice." Chiryn got up, and walked by her, giving her the most sensual grin as he passed, long tail flicking at hers. "Either way, we're glad to have you. My break is over and I have to get to handling some of the stalls. Toodles!"

Again, Febii was left alone with her own thoughts, which immediately drifted back to what she'd use the extra money for. Maybe she'd get some exotic potions that would make her give off estrus scent permanently? Seemed almost like that was happening already, with Chiryn and the dark-scaled server giving her the flirty-eyes. Perhaps she could just get one of those mythic gender shifting potions and be male for a week. That would certainly be fun, and the cost of ten silver or one gold would be one she could afford after a week at the castle. Oh, maybe she'd purchase one of those Prehensile Primal Appendage tentacle beasts.

Yes. That's what she'd do. It would slip its way into her, and she'd keep it inside for weeks, having its form prodding at her depths from within every time she had sex or masturbated. What if she got both? Had the tentacle creature in her womb when she drank a gender shift potion? Now that could be an interesting week, or it could be a disaster. Either way, it'd be an adventure!

From behind her came a bit of a commotion as a few of the other workers came bursting into the lounge, led by Arnika. "Alright! Lunch time! Break time! It's time to call it a haaaalf daaayyyy!" She was singing, hands in fists and rump bumping Mikhail and Kezia.

Directly after them came the dark-scaled saurossin server with a platter balanced on all five of his claw tips and a cloche hiding it. "Febii, darling? Your brunch is ready!"

She turned to wave at him from the chair, only to have Arnika squeal a bit.

"I smell steak! I want one, too!" She demanded, smiling at the same time to let him know she was just being playful.

"Miss Arnika, your usual will be waiting for you within the next ten minutes. If you wanted steak today, you should have asked for steak." The server explained with an exasperated sigh. "This is for the new hire Febii." He turned from Arnika and directly came to her with the platter to set it on her lap.

"Thank you very much, my friend. Can I tip you?" Febii asked as she tried to reach into her coin purse nestled in her satchel.

But he waved her off with a pleasant shake of his head. "No thank you miss. We get paid well enough and there are rules against accepting tips from the hired help."

"You're not allowed tips? But you're a server!" Febii protested, honestly a might upset about it.

"I can accept tips, but not from you or anyone else who works in the castle." He gently took her hand out of her satchel and brought it up for a gentle kiss, his soft lips pecking at the back of her hand. "And I'd be remiss if I took it from you, anyway, my lady."

Before she could comprehend what had happened, he turned and left the room with cloche in hand, leaving Febii with her platter and plate in the chair. He really was flirting with her. He and Chiryn both were giving her the most obvious, forward flirtation she'd ever been on the receiving end of.

"Ooooh, Ankylon has the hots for you! Who knows! Maybe you can take him to your new quarters tonight!" Arnika cheered on as she hopped onto a nearby couch, with Mikhail sitting down next to her. She flopped her feet up on his lap and arched her back over the arm rest. "So, you gonna hit that?"

Febii couldn't help but blush a bit, focusing on the steak and eggs before her. While she stared, trying to avoid any eye contact, she saw that everything on the plate was perfect. She would have to give her compliments to the chef!

Arnika saw her deflection and rolled onto her side, resting head on hand. "Oh, come on there darlin, you're not some prude are ya? I mean, us Castle Hands are kind of like a tightly knit group of friends. No shame between us. I mean, Mikhail and I, we spend a lot of nights together. If you hear howling down the hall, it's likely me."

Mikhail shifted with unease as he glared down at Arnika, clearly not comfortable with Arnika speaking about him in that way. It was also clear he was a little bashful since she was being so complimentary. He just slowly shook his head as a blush overcame him.

Over in the corner, Kezia had grabbed a cube puzzle and was focusing on it, leaving Febii alone with Arnika and Mikhail, so she tried to focus on her food for a bit only to be distracted by Chiryn returning from the hall that housed their personal quarters.

"Well, turns out I have the next hour off, to socialize with the newbies, so I'm gonna come and-" He stopped when he noticed that it was the other three from his group and Febii. "Oh, well hi! I guess I'll just socialize with you." He hopped onto the couch with Arnika and Miki, his tail fitting into the groove.

"Ankylon has the hots for her." Arnika blurted out. "Can you imagine him using that club-tail on her?" She smirked and nodded over to Febii.

Chiryn glanced over to her, then back to Arnika, then back to Febii. "Makes sense. She's a pretty girl." His flirtation was a bit more subtle, arguably more complimentary, but still very clearly a flirt. Febii had seen enough flirting to know when a guy was trying to play coy.

She gulped down her potatoes and looked around to the three of them, entirely befuddled. "W-what is going on here? Is this common to just talk about each other like this? I mean, I like the compliments and I'm totally down with being open, but I barely know you guys, and it's making me a little uncomfortable."

Mikhail raised a finger, speaking for the first time. "You do know where you are, don't you? You're in Arrenthen Parliament Castle, home of Queen Talba and King Vaulix. I don't want to frighten you, but Talba gained the moniker of 'the whore queen' when was but a princess. Her overly sensual and intimate relationships with her cohorts - us included - has really rubbed off on Arnika and Chiryn here. It's just part of working here."

Febii opened her maw as if to protest, but that actually sounded quite nice to her so she just shook her doubts off and shrugged. "Well alright then. If it's not focused directly on me, I guess it's okay? Yeah. I think it's okay." She nodded and smiled. "So tell me more, I'm keen to hear how she got such a reputation!" With her reservations melting away, she was eager to hear everything that Mikhail, Arnika, and Chiryn told her.

By the end of their hour long break, she was sitting on the edge of her seat with her platter on the coffee table as she absorbed every tale they could collectively muster. Mikhail told the story of how Vaulix faked being a sex trafficker just to smuggle Miki away from some terrible Brothel in Farragouth, thus liberating him and bringing him to Arrenthen where he has since lived his life. Arnika once almost convinced the queen to star in a pornographic film with Arnika and a horse. Another time Chiryn actually walked in on Talba manually pleasuring one of the Ulokar studs, 'just to see how it tasted.'

She was known for sleeping with any foreign ambassador who she thought was even remotely sexy, occasionally taking her stance on sex-education very literal with local students, and sometimes would tame the chiefs and politicians within her own nation just to foster more votes to keep her in power. One time, she drank a potion and shoved the diminutive saurossin messenger from Untheria into her womb and held him there for a week so he knew to 'give the message' back to his emperor that she would not be giving up some crystals that were the cause of some war from years back.

How that was possible was beyond Febii, but the thought of it made her a little wet under the skirt, which she was keen to keep to herself, at least for now.

Queen Talba did all this without a hint of shame or remorse. She was queen, she knew she was the one in power, and she was the one setting the tone for the rest of her nation. As it turns out, she cared about every single one of her people on a much more intimate way than most rulers did. Many queens, kings, presidents, prime ministers, and emperors saw their population as expendable or disposable, but Talba and Vaulix truly did see them as friends, or at least acquaintances worthy of her loins.

Vaulix was supposedly somewhat promiscuous as well, but nowhere near the same level of Talba. He was known for being far kinder and more gentler than Talba, but he was also hung like a full sized dragon despite being only a bit taller than the average citizen. That was another thought that made Febii a little moist, at least until she heard a voice coming from behind her.

"You flatter me, Chiryn."

She turned to see a dragon-avian hybrid with vibrant green feathers, soft yellow and green scales, and black highlights all over, resembling the other half of the stained-glass portrait above the thrones. It was King Vaulix himself, leaning over the tall back of Febii's chair, apparently just listening to all the gossipy things that Chiryn, Arnika, and Mikhail were saying. There was no way he didn't hear it all.

Febii froze up as her eyes darted from side to side; she had no idea how to react to this. Was she in trouble? Were they? No, there was no way that they didn't see him coming up from behind her chair, he was massive! They knew he was there, yet they kept talking!

"No need to panic, beautiful. I heard a lot and I have to say it's all true. Well, most of it." He winked and walked around to stand up next to the couch, his decorative uniform with military insignias covering his chest and a kilt draping from hips to knees. "So you're one of the new recruits, are you?" His voice was surprisingly soft for such a tall and thickly built drake, and his light movements mimicked his light voice, his every step a bit of a subtle avian hop.

She gulped and nodded. "Yeah, here for the week to help with travel expenses."

He stepped forward and got to one knee taking her hand in his as he gave her a gentle nuzzle, since his beak made kissing kind of hard. After what looked like the faintest of sniffs at the air, he looked her in the eyes, amber irises glistening in the dim light. "Welcome to Arrenthen. I do hope your stay has been and will continue to be as beautiful as you." Before she could respond, he stood back up and gave her a bow. "I'll be in my chambers for the day. If you wish to join me, I'd be honored to be graced by your company." With that, he gave Miki and Arnika a bit of a sly grin before walking out.

Febii's eyes went wide as her heart started to throb. Adrenaline flowed through her chest and she felt a strange buzzing in her fingertips and her throat, so she tugged at bit at her collar to loosen it. "What just happened?" She asked. "An actual king just...kissed my fingers and invited me to his chambers. Do-does that mean something or....what does that mean? Does it mean anything?" Her cheeks started to grow flush and the base of her tail felt like it was swelling - the same feeling she got when she was in season and she smelled the musk of a nearby drake or sire.

Arnika spun to a sitting position and grinned broadly with chin resting in her hands. "Well, I don't know for sure what it means but I would certainly consider joining him. Don't wanna waste private time with a king."

"Is he...will he..." Febii stuttered.

Mikhail shrugged. "Only way to know is to go and see him. It's nothing bad, though. Vaulix is far too kind to force himself on you. That's why he simply left open an invitation."

Febii stood up and took a deep breath, brushing off some crumbs that had gathered on her chest and belly while she was eating. "Okay, okay. Wait, no, I can't!" She sat back down.

"Why not?" Asked Chiryn. "Maybe he heard your travel plight and wants to help there? Or maybe he sees your beauty and wants you to join him in his chambers for some intimacy. Either way, I'm jealous."

Arnika blew a raspberry at him. "Oh Chiryn, you sleep with them at least once a week, stop acting jealous."

"And they're tender lovers every time."

"Once you said you couldn't walk without being bow-legged for a week." Mikhail retorted with a dull tone. When he turned to Febii, he just nodded and smiled. "Go see the king. If you don't want to do anything, he won't force you."

Febii crossed her legs, putting pressure on her nether region. "What makes you think he has those thoughts? Why can't it just be an employee interview?" At this point she was looking for any alternative excuse, even if the prestige of laying with a king was quite appealing to her. "I'm no whore, I'm just backpacking!"

Mikhail sniffed at the air. "Sure! But if you're in heat, I'm sure he can smell it. I kind of can, at least I think that's what it is. Unless that's you." He said, turning to Arnika.

"Nope, not me. Must be her." Arnika clarified.

"So...I should go?" She asked meekly, standing back up. "No reason not to go. Okay. You have convinced me. I shall go. If I don't return, then at least tell Ankylon I think he's gorgeous." She winked and smiled, heart still fluttering in her chest as she departed.

The wolgon rapidly padded her way down the hallway past the worker's quarters to make her way back to the grand hall. There, she asked one of the equine guards where the king's chambers were. At first the response was one of dismay and distrust, but when she explained what had happened, the mare chuckled a bit and told her the way. Opposite direction of the personal quarters, first large door on the right, studded with black metal and golden hinges.

It was easy enough to find, so she took in a deep breath and raised her hand to knock before a rush of insecurity washed over her. Why was she doing this? What could this accomplish? She was only staying in town for another week or so before departing and carrying on with her travels.

Another warm throb made her loins stir, and that's what reminded her why she was curious to see what the king was packing. Arousal often made her lose her sense of rationale. "Oh, that's right." She said to herself, only to have her natural curiosity force her to knock. The second her knuckles rapped on the wood, she regretted it and turned to leave, only to have King Vaulix answer.

"Come on in, darling." He invited her.

Febii paused a moment before gaining the courage to go on in. She grabbed the handle and meekly pushed the door open. She stepped in quickly and closed the door behind her, hands crossed over her lower belly, only to be greeted with a sight of the king fully naked as he leaned over his desk and poured himself a drink. Naked or not, she couldn't see anything, as his scales covered everything up.

"V-Vaulix?" She asked, tiptoeing forth. All of the furniture seemed so large compared to her, since both King and Queen were many times larger than she was.

He took a sip of his drink and turned around, leaning against the foot of the bed. "King Vaulix, if you please. You don't have to call me king, but sometimes it's nice to hear it. So what brings you to my chambers?" He asked, confusing her.

"What? What do you mean by that? You asked me here, didn't you? I didn't hallucinate that, did I? I mean, I didn't even have any wine yet...." she trailed off, trying to figure out in her mind how real his presence was before.

Vaulix clarified. "I did, yes, but you didn't have to come. Is it not strange when a person in power, such as myself, randomly invites you to their chambers? Under most circumstances such a inexplicable invite would invite a sense of unease. Would it not? Yet here you are, alone and looking meek. You're curious, but also confused. I can feel your desire to turn tail and flee, yet you make no move to make yourself scarce. Curious, to me. Indeed." In spite of his words invoking her panic mode, his tone and body motions seemed inviting.

She boldly took a step forward to explain herself. "The other servants spoke highly of their King and Queen. I have no reason to question you, but you do bring up some good points. Why do you entice me and invite me to your chambers? There must have been a reason beyond curiosity."

He took another drink. "Permission to speak freely, my dear?"

"Why do you need my permission to speak? You're the King; but if you seek my approval then you have both it and my curiosity. If speaking freely clears up this rather peculiar scenario, then I not only approve, but encourage it." She took another step so she was a few paces away from him, looking up. With the both of them standing side by side, her face came up to his mid-chest, with him almost a full meter taller than her.

"Glad to hear it." He said as he finished off his drink and knelt before her, his head still slightly higher than hers. "You and I are both half-dragon hybrids, and we are therefore very similar in some respects. We are attuned to one another in a way others might not be. For example, I've been sampling the most wonderful aroma in the castle ever since your arrival, and I knew instantly that another hybrid was not only in my presence, but in heat."

Febii slowly nodded, her mind darting back to that moment he first kissed her hand. "You weren't being polite, you were checking to see if I was the source of...oh my. You have some truly lewd plans for me, don't you?" Now that his intentions were clear and his motives were at least partially explained, she felt no reason to mince words. She was in heat, and she was curious.

He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, gently placing her down on the bed. "If your curiosity allows it, I would be honored to share desires with you." He leaned in close with his hands laid down on either side of the bed next to her, his cheek brushing past hers to whisper in her ear. "And I hope you don't mind a clutch of your own, in the name of the King."

"Uhn...." She whimpered a bit at the thought. She wanted to maintain at least some mystery and not be too promiscuous, but she couldn't resist a promise of being full of eggs; that just wasn't an option for Febii. Her body craved a clutch, and she fantasized about it on a near-daily basis, so nothing was stopping her from encouraging his offer. "I have to say, I don't mind at all, my King." She instinctively lifted her knees up to rest her feet on his hips; the layered, spade-shaped scales of his hips.

Vaulix gave a gentle nibble of her ear before pulling away. "I'm glad to hear that." He clutched at the edges of her skirt to pull it down, a light wisp of magic emanating from his fingertips to undo the button and aid in the garment sliding down over her thighs. She helped wiggle out with him, leaving her plump nether region exposed to him. He took in a deep, long sniff before licking his lips and waving his talon over her chest, telekinetically undoing her tank top and lifting her satchel off her side so that she was naked and her clothes were hanging over the corner of the bed. "But don't be afraid to say no. I may be a king, but I respect my subjects."

She sat in awe at his magical ability, naked and exposed aside from the bow on her tail and the collar around her neck. The King lifted a talon to magically undo her collar as well, but she shook her head and held it to her neck, telling him she didn't want that off.

"As you wish, my dear." He got down to his knee and tugged her towards the edge of the bed by her upper thighs, leaving her with tail dangling over the side and feet resting on his shoulders. His eyes met hers for a brief moment, and Febii got an odd sensation in her head, like the pressure of a migraine but without any pain. For a brisk moment she felt like she was getting wisps and flashes of memories of someone else in the form of hallucinations, only to have her concentration pierced by the sensation of tongue parting her pussy lips.

What she didn't know is that, in that brief moment where their minds had converged, Vaulix had prodded into her mind telepathically, plucking her fantasies from the depths of her subconscious. Now, he knew what to do to her, and what she liked, but he wasn't going to tell her that.

Yet almost instantly she was feeling the effects of his prodding mind working magic on her. His snakelike tongue prodded at her depths, gently darting in and out while his beak gave her a kiss, niblling her loins a bit before he pulled away, moisture all over his beak. When he returned, the tip of his tongue found her other hole - not her pussy or rump, but her urethra - and forced its way into her.

Febii threw her head back and grabbed at his ears as she grunted a bit in discomfort. It didn't hurt, but the pressure was intense and his muscled tongue just wormed and snaked its way into her harder and harder until she felt a sudden deep penetration as he breached her bladder. Accompanying the pressure came a pleasant tingle brought on by that same teal mist of magic, presumably a spell opening her up a bit. "M-my king, are you...." She started to ask, only to be cut off as he started pumping his tongue in and out of her.

After a few passionate tongue-lashings, he pulled away and slowly tugged his tongue from her depths, licking upwards to tease her clit before giving her inner thigh a nibble. "Am I what?" He asked, before digging his talons into her thighs and burrowing his snout in between her pussy lips.

She arched her back and bit down on her own forearm to keep from crying out, wings spread out underneath her as her body tensed. Her eyes fluttered and her hair fell to obscure her gaze, but when she managed to pull her bangs to the side and look over her belly, she saw that Vaulix had shoved his beak into her, like a bird burrowing for a seed. His neck motions rocked his head from side to side, muzzle and snout pressing out against her tender flesh as the blue on her lower belly bulged out from his crest. He was actually muzzle-fucking her, with his entire beak having disappeared between her folds!

"V-Vaulix, how are you..." She started, only to be silenced as he started bobbing forward and back, emulating the sensation of gentle thrusting while also opening his jaws inside, spreading her open as though she were being examined by a doctor. When the warmth of his breath exhaled deep into her, she couldn't help but melt and slam her thighs together, the pressure forcing him out.

As he pulled away, a teal mist could be seen swirling around between her loins and his beak. "Too much?" He asked with a look of genuine concern on his face.

Febii bit her lip and slowly shook her head. "No, not too much. More than I was expecting, though." A shudder rocked her body as she rubbed her forearms against her chest, squirming in delight. "Pl-please carry on, my King."

"As you wish." He confirmed with a bow. Slowly, he crept up onto the bed over top of her, his massive body blocking out the light in such a way that the room actually seemed to fall into darkness around her. She caught his eye as he cradled her under the small of her back and guided her towards the head of the bed, resting her against the pillows.

She grabbed the fabric under her head as she rested her legs around his massive thighs. Despite everything, she couldn't get over how much larger than her he was. Though she tried, she couldn't wrap her ankles around his waist, he was just too big. Still, she couldn't help but look down to see if she could catch a glimpse of his equipment.

Nestled in between his thighs, his ventral scales were parted and a thick, purple fleshed mass was pressing out and glistening with natural lubricant. Just the head was as big as her fist! Febii couldn't help but stare, gape-jawed at it, a single trail of drool trickling onto her chest between her breasts. "Well, what they say is true! How...how much is there?" She asked, genuinely curious beyond belief now.

Vaulix shimmied up closed to her so that the exposed nub of his member was hovering just above her loins, his natural fluids splashing onto her lips and dribbling down onto the base of her tail. "I'd be happy to show you, if you think you're ready."

Febii didn't want to seem to eager, so she just meekly nodded her head as she reached out for him, eager to feel that girth in the palm of her hand. Within seconds of touching him, she felt a throbbing pulse as a gob of precum erupted over her forearm; the scent was overbearing, a sweet musk that made her swoon in place and give him a gentle tug to coax more of him out.

Ridge by ridge and scale by scale, his monstrous member slid from his depths as he smiled down at her. "Are you sure you're ready?" He asked, not wanting to impose himself on her.

Regardless of his kindness, Febii's loins swelled at the prospect of having him hold her down and force himself into her. She wouldn't dare speak to a king like that, for she was not the demanding type, but the fantasy was fresh and clear in her mind enough that she could almost feel his girth parting her lips as she palpated his every bump and ridge with her fingers. His cock was huge and heavy, throbbing and hot, and at its thickest point - the bulge in the middle - it was easily as big around as her leg, yet she dared not shy away now. He had his magics, she was already loosened up with blood pooling in her loins.

She would be fine.

"I am ready, may I have a taste first?" She whimpered at him, eagerly clawing at the underside of his throbbing member to urge him forward. When he wouldn't scuttle in closer, she shuffled down and let his cock rest on her chest, nestled comfortably between her breasts with the tip up near her face. While there, she gave it a lick and a suckle, curious to see if he'd enjoy her tongue slipping into the end of it like he had done with her.

His thighs tensed up between her, clenching her own legs together for a moment as he leaned over her, his hand down next to the pillow. "I hope you are satisfied, my dear." He chirped at her, his breaths ragged against the suckling of her eager lips on his shaft.

"I am, but I want more, my King. Would you do me the honor of gifting me a clutch of my own? I need it, my King. I want it, and I need it." She slid back again and bit at her finger, eyes staring up into his as she whimpered gently, ankles resting on his hips. Her lower body was gyrating with her back arching gently as she grew increasingly needy for what he had to offer.

He slowly blinked and nodded, bowing gently before shuffling up into her. "Very well. As you wish." He repeated again, only this time he leaned down and cradled her hip with one hand, using the other to guide his massive cock tip to her tender folds. That same teal mist emanated from his hand to get swallowed by her sex, giving her a warm surge in her loins. "Last chance to change your mind?" He offered with a smirk, his cock tip hovering just out of reach of her nether lips.

In response, Febii just threw her head back in a long, drawn out whimper of desire. She reached down to wrap her fingers around his cock tip and pull it into her, but the lubrication on him just made her hand slide off with ease, leaving a gooey trail of slime bridging from her fingers to his tip. Rather than wipe it off, she stuck her fingers in her mouth to suck it off, the sweet musky flavor exploding on her tongue.

While she was distracted by his powerful flavors, Vaulix used his magic to remotely open up the drawer on his bedside table and summon a bottle of potion from within. He clutched it out of the air and squeezed the bottle into his hand before slapping at her pussy lips, forcing his digits into her while curling his talons up against her most sensitive spots.

Her eyes went wide and her body began to writhe in pleasure against the power of his hands, wings fluttering and tail flicking about between his thighs; somewhere along the line, her pink bowtie had popped off and landed on the floor somewhere, but she didn't care. As she looked down, she saw him pull his fingers from her depths and smear the lube all over his cock from tip to base, leaving it with a glistening shine against the bright lights of his chambers.

Once again he leaned into her, but this time he converged all of his fingertips into one point, forming a wedge that he forced into her pussy. The girth of his fist pressed out against her depths, knuckles and avian ridges massaging her as deeply and as powerfully as she had ever felt. After a moment of pumping, his hand opened inside her as if it were blossoming so his palm was pressing against the roof of her pussy, fingertips prodding at the entrance to her womb. He gave a few gentle rubs and a deep tissue massage, then pulled out with a wet pop that left her gaping for only a second before aggressively grabbing his cock and pressing the tip against her opening.

Febii offered only a weak grin of desire mixed with a gentle whimper as she clutched at the pillows, waiting for him to enter her. She didn't have to wait long.

The King grabbed her under the thighs and angled her hips up, his cock tip resting heavy between her thighs with the underside of it caressing her clit. He gave one final look of reassurance before adjusting and forcing himself into her, the entire length of his member plowing into her depths as the thickest part in the middle spread her wide and the ridged tip formed a light bulge in her belly.