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The Ermine Princess

Life was mostly good.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I know that's a little bleak, but I can't really think of a better way to describe it. My entire life changed a month ago when my master, Princess Ylita, made me her slave. This conjures up some strange images in people's minds: half the people I talk to about this tend to imagine that I get whipped, branded, and tortured for any slight against my master; while the other half, mostly young men, will nod and chuckle, "Niiiiiice!"

The truth is a little more complex than that. It was true that I had zero freedom now, but in truth, even when I was a free, employed servant of the castle, I didn't exactly have a lot of rights. Under the Princesses' heel, instead of being subject to Old Seamus' cleaning assignments, I was subject to her whims and intimate demands, but since the vixen was far more attractive than the old butler, and she rewarded me by allowing me to enjoy all the luxuries of her position, I felt the new position's perks outweighed the downsides.

She did have whips, sculpted phalluses, and other toys that she would punish me with on occasion, but they never left a mark and in truth, they were a little thrilling when she used them on me!

Today though, I was going through a far more uncomfortable and awkward torture, one that didn't provide any pleasure for myself. I was meeting her parents.

I was seated on a simple, wooden chair with a square seat and back. Something that my master, who sat at the end of the table to my right in a fancy, tall-backed chair with carved vines trailing along the edges towards intricate roses in the corners; only allowed me to sit in to stop her father's complaints about how she was treating me when she originally ordered me to eat from my plate on the floor.

King Yliter sat on the opposite end of the dining table, hunched over in a chair identical to his daughter's, anxiously swirling a goblet of ale that he compulsively lapped at whenever conversation got awkward. He was now on his third filling and the main course had just arrived.

Queen Aela sat next to her husband, already digging into the beef cutlets served atop the bread trencher, turning to food rather than engage in the conversation. The Queen was a peasant that Yliter had fell in love with while on campaign and she chewed with her mouth open like many of the anthros did who weren't given enough lessons in etiquette.

"So, uh, Danny..." the King said, pulling at the fur collar that lined his burgundy robes. Yliter's red muzzle was starting to pale with age, but he was still fit despite having gained a bit of weight after his last campaign ended.

"Slave," Ylita corrected, clattering her fork on the table, "Father, you will address him by his title."

"Goddammit, Ylita, you don't see me treating the servants and slaves like this!" the fox King slammed his fist onto the table. Neither Ylita, nor Aela, reacted, as if this was a common occurrence at such dinners. "I will call him by his name, he's a damned person!"

"He's property," the tip of Ylita's tail wagged slightly and she cupped the side of my face in her palm. Her pads were soft and gentle, "beloved property."

"And all that lies within my demesne is MY property!" Yliter waved his paw across the room dramatically. "And I will call MY property by his name, like a decent person would do!"

"Did you call your concubines that you fucked by their names?"

Queen Aela hesitated for a second, rolled her eyes, and speared two more cutlets from the serving plate for herself.

"That was..." Yliter put his fist to his muzzle, clearing his throat, "...a long time ago. I've released them."

Ylita narrowed her eyes and lifted her goblet to her snout, smugly taking a lap of ale from it, "So, dumping them when you've grown tired of them makes it all okay? Lovely to know!"

The King's muzzle curled up in a snarl, his daughter clearly having gotten under his pelt, "I gave them a pension and land on top of that! It was the right thing to do, for them and for us!"

"Well, I for one, don't intend to give up my responsibilities so easily!" Ylita's claw ran along the rim of my iron collar. "He's mine for life."

"Must you make things so difficult for us!? It's hard enough to arrange a match for you, no husband in all of the Kingdoms will want a Princess who so brazenly carries around a sex slave with her!"

"Oh please! Every lady of note in the world has a paramour, slave or not!" Ylita leaned across the table as if ready to pounce atop prey. A deadly silence filled the room. "Mother included."

Every fork in the room fell to the table at once. Both Yliter and Aela were staring at their daughter with hateful, amber eyes.

"Don't talk about your Mother like that," Yliter managed to say between clenched fangs.

"Deny it all you wish, Father! But when a litter of suspiciously wolf-like kits pop out of her-"

"Enough!" Yliter dashed his goblet across the table, spilling brown ale across the surface. "I'm not going to stand here and get insulted! If you do anything to sabotage the betrothal to the Prince of the Musil Kingdom, I'll take your Danny far away where you can't harm him!"

"I'm not going to marry that smelly weasel!"

"No more!" Yliter threw the door open and stormed out. He continued to grumble, his voice degrading into increasingly incoherent gekkering and growling. My master stomped after him and after a short while, both their voices blended together in a cacophony of shrill guttural noises that echoed down the hall.

I picked at the crumbs left on my plate. Queen Aela was staring at me across the tip of her muzzle, eyes expressionless. I tried to ignore her gaze, but found it impossible.

"I, uh, I think I should go," I stammered out.

"I think you should."

Without saying another word, I slipped out of the royal family's private dining room and into the hallway of their residence, the same place I was assigned to clean that fateful day last month when the Princess claimed me. No doubt she had retired to her room, but I wasn't about to return there when she was still upset, plus I had to relieve myself and although she had a chamber pot for such business, she complained about the smell of human urine all the time.

The very same brown dogs from a month ago were at the head of the staircase that led to the suites. Unlike before, they let me through without any harassment. Their noses smelled the air in my direction, but otherwise, didn't dare harm the Princesses' toy. It was a strange bit of authority I got, despite being a slave. The Princess didn't restrict my movement as heavily as one might think.

The late autumn chill made me shiver as I exited into the courtyard. It was night and the area was abandoned aside from the guards on patrol. I was still wearing the white robes that I wore as a servant, the Princess thought it made me look sexy, but it was not very good at keeping me warm this late into the season.

I found a covert corner behind the armory and by the stone walls, where I pulled down my trousers and parted my robes. I was about to begin when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned and was shocked to see King Yliter sauntering up to the wall beside me and I was even more surprised to see him pull down the front of his trousers. The tapered tip of his red cock poked out from a white sheath.

"See something you like?" the fox sneered at me.

I blushed and looked away from the royal cock, staring forward at the gray stone blocks, "No, no, your majesty-!"

"Please, Danny, we don't have to be so formal! I'm not my daughter!"

"Okay, Dad."

The King frowned, his jowls drooping deeply and his sharp ears folding back.

"Yliter. Call me Yliter," he grumbled.

An acrid smell filled the air, followed by the sound of urine spraying against stone.

"I gotta mark my territory you know?" he joked, slapping me on the shoulder awkwardly.

"Good one, Yliter!"

"Lets cut to the chase, Danny," Yliter cleared his throat, "I can get you away from my daughter. She's willful, no doubt, but if I were to spirit you away to one of my country estates for, oh, lets say a year, she'll move on. In the meantime, all the estate's servants and resources will be at your disposal."

"That's fine, sir, but I actually like your daughter."

Yliter snorted, "Pull the other one!"

My eyes darted down to his cock once again, not quite sure what he meant by that.

"Son, I thought you had a girlfriend? Wouldn't you like to spend some quality time with her?"

"Rosemary and I broke up."

"Oh," Yliter's ears wilted, "I'm sorry to hear that."

It had stopped hurting only recently. I didn't hold anything against Rosemary, part of me still greatly cared for her, but she couldn't put up with the change in circumstances and decided it would be best to split.

"Yeah, uh, she didn't want to share me with the Princess, so..."

"That daughter of mine..." Yliter grumbled, "...she ruins everything she touches."

"It's fine. Rosemary is doing fine and your daughter treats me well."

"Well!?" Yliter exclaimed with shock. "Look, I can give you a better life. If you want to be a slave, then fine! I can find a good master for you. You like men? You seem to be looking at my cock an awful lot..."

"N-no! I didn't mean..."

Yliter scruffed up my hair, "If I were younger, I'd volunteer! But no, hrm, how about a wolf Alpha? Rugged, strong, and handsome sound up your alley? I know the Alpha of the Silver Pack and could send a letter..."

"Thanks, but I like your daughter," I managed to say, "and I like ladies."

"Ladies, hm?" Yliter rubbed the tip of his chin. "You just gave me an idea!"

"Please, it's not necessary! I really enjoy-"

"Yes, yes, hm..." Yliter began mumbling to himself, "...young, pretty, domineering. Doesn't smell as nice as a fox, but..."

Yliter gave his cock a quick shake and pulled up his pants. Giving me a light, friendly slap on the cheek, Yliter stepped away, proudly shaking his fluffy, red tail, "I'm going to save you, Danny. Just you wait!"

Horns blared and trumpets rang out as the envoys from the Kingdom of Musil filed into the courtyard. I stared down at the procession with excitement from my master's balcony, seeing weasel knights clad in scale armor atop barded horses lead the parade. Each knight was greeted by a fox noble and a human servant, the latter of which would help the knight dismount and then lead off his horse to the stables for safe-keeping. One of the weasels seemed particularly amorous after the long journey and switched things around by leading the human away with them, forcing the fox noble to take care of the horse out of politeness.

The head of the envoy revealed herself: Princess Mial of Musil. The ermine had a fine coat of snow-white fur and a long tail that hung down against the hip of her horse, which was just as pale as her. She wore an elegant, purple dress that was unsuited for riding, along with a matching cape that was clasped to her neck with a golden chain studded with precious gemstones. She was a true beauty and I couldn't help but be entranced as she gracefully rode into the courtyard, tossing yellow roses to the crowd watching her.

"Slave!" Ylita snarled, slapping my chest with the back of her paw. "If you brush me bald, I'll skin you alive!"

I turned back to my vixen master. The ivory brush was caught in a thick knot in her pelt, an unfortunate side-effect when the anthros grew their winter coats. Carefully, I began maneuvering the brush, trying to take care of the knot without tearing her fur out.

"I apologize, master."

"Hmph!" she snorted, arrogantly lifting her snout. "Are you getting distracted by the commotion outside?"

"A little bit, master."

"It's all so tedious!" she gazed out the window for a second before dismissing the parade with contempt. "Glorified bandits riding in, arrogant Princesses, horses shitting everywhere! I don't think you understand just how much I despise such events."

"I think I do, master," I stroked the back of her neck with the brush, "just a month ago, I was the one who cleaned up the horseshit, after all."

Ylita chuckled, "A fair point, slave!"

Down in the courtyard, Princess Mial dismounted from her horse and graciously nodded at the human servant who assisted her. The human bowed deeply, accidentally pulling down on the horse's reins along with him, which caused the horse to grunt and yank the reins away from him. The human anxiously scrambled to his feet and grabbed the reins back, taking back control while his fox handler was about to strike him with a cane, before the Princess intervened.

"She seems nice," I muttered to myself.

"Just you wait! First thing she's going to do is come up here for a visit!" a growl rumbled in the depths of Ylita's throat. "The place is going to smell like weasel for a month."

I resisted the urge to point out that most humans found foxes to have a bit of an unpleasant odor. It kind of grew on you when you were exposed to it enough, especially Ylita's. As a human, I had only a fraction of a fox's sense of smell, but there was something relaxing taking in her musk, especially when she was dominating me. Having her scent on me was like having a brand that let the anthros know who I belonged to.

"Father wants me to marry her older brother."

"You don't sound too happy about that, master."

"I've only seen a portrait of him. He looks handsome enough, for an ermine," her snout scrunched up, "but no doubt he smells like a mangy crotch!"

"Master!"

"It's the truth!" she patted me on the tip of the nose. "Our children would look nice, I'd imagine, but if they inherit his scent..."

I tried to imagine what their children would look like. Most of the anthros tended to marry their own species, but they were all capable of producing hybrid off-spring. Whether it was white-furry with a long, fox's muzzle; or an ermine with a coat of red fur, they would be guaranteed to look very appealing.

"Gods, slave, do you know what I heard?" she lowered her voice to a whisper. "I heard they don't even have knots!"

I laughed for a bit before a knock rapped at the door.

"Enter," Ylita said.

A pair of royal guards, wolves dressed in splint mail, marched in. They bowed politely and one of them spoke.

"Your majesty, the honorable Princess Mial of Musil awaits you in the parlor."

"No doubt it smells like heat and urine by now..."

"Your majesty?"

Ylita waved the guards away, "We'll be along shortly."

The guard bowed politely, clearing his throat, "His majesty, the King, has requested you meet with the honorable Princess immediately."

"You dare give me orders?" Ylita cast a steely gaze at the guards. "One word to my father and you'll be sent back to the twig hut you were birthed in."

"His majesty has already promised us immunity from such threats."

"And if I tell him you tried to fuck me?"

"Then all witnesses would have to be interrogated and, as I'm sure you're aware, a slave's testimony is useless unless he's tortured first. Thoroughly."

I shivered, not liking the sounds of that at all. Until now, I had never seen the royal guards behave like this, they had always been very professional even towards servants. The King must have been growing impatient with his daughter.

Ylita lashed her tail in irritation, "Very well, I wouldn't want any harm to come to my property. Lead the way!"

My master leaped to her feet and with a sharp yank of my chain, I followed close behind, dropping the brush onto her bed.

We walked through the halls towards the parlor, which was only a few doors down. Ylita's tail brushed against my crotch purposefully and I blushed, hoping the guards wouldn't notice. If they had, they didn't give any indication and stopped beside the parlor door, which had an engraving of two foxes sitting at a chess-board, carved into the wood. Without a word, the wolves pushed the door open and motioned us to enter.

Sitting in a high-backed chair with purple fabric embroidered into it was the elegant ermine herself, Princess Mial. She was furiously waving a red, paper fan near her short muzzle. Her pink nose sniffed at the air and she turned to face us with her tiny, black beads.

"Princess Ylita Yliterkin, I presume?" Mial's voice was as soft as silk, the complete opposite of Ylita's usually sharp tone. The ermine lifted herself up from the chair and bowed deeply, palms resting on the skirt of her purple dress. "It is an honor to meet you."

There was a thick musk in the air. It was a little unpleasant, but not nearly as bad as what Ylita was complaining about earlier. It was something that, much like the foxes, a human could get used to over time.

"A pleasure," Ylita bowed lightly before motioning towards me, "and this is my slave."

"Pleased to meet you, my la-" I began to bow but was cut off by my collar tugging against my throat. Ylita was scowling at me.

"Don't speak out of turn, slave," she growled with a flash of fangs.

"My, how handsome!" Mial exclaimed, taking a seat back in her chair and waving her fan once again. "Should our proposal go through, I will be a very lucky lady!"

"Pray tell, what do you mean?" Ylita inquired, tail beginning to twitch with irritation as she sat down in a matching chair across from Mial.

"The gift, of course!" Mial said, glacing at me. "As a gesture of goodwill, you were to give your slave as a gift to me upon the acceptance of my brother's marriage contract!"

"I never agreed to any such thing!" Ylita lost her cool, snarling fiercely and wrapping a black paw around my neck, pulling me tight towards her chest. "He's mine!"

"But, my dear, we received a letter from your Father, the King, and he pro-"

"Ah ha!" Ylita slapped her palm on an end table. "Father's sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong again! Well, you can forget about it! Marriage or not, I'm keeping my slave."

"We were promised a gift!"

"You can have anything but him!" Ylita snapped. "Take this chessboard, take my ring, or grab a sack and stuff it full of silverware!"

"How uncouth! You make it sound like we're thieves!"

"No, perhaps I was a bit unfair!" Ylita's voice went calm but there was an edge to it and I knew that she wasn't going to peacefully let this slide. "You come in here, throw orders around and demand I give up my possessions? You're bandits! Common highwaymen!"

"And you're the spawn of an uncouth adventurer! A usurping, raping, ravager!"

A shrill shriek pierced my ears as Ylita sprang forward. Mial's chair slammed on the floor with a great thud as the two anthros began trying to roll on the claw, snapping their jaws and slashing their claws. They were evenly matched and neither were able to draw blood.

To be honest, I kind of hoped they'd start making out and put an end to this nonsense. I knew that wasn't going to happen though, Ylita was being completely unreasonable and it would take a miracle to calm her down. I tried once when she came back after a particularly nasty fight with her father and I ended up sleeping on the floor in chains the whole night!

My Gods though...just imagining Ylita's slender snout gently pressing up against Mial's short muzzle, her broad tongue slipping out and through the ermine's teeth. Mial's thigh making a move, grinding up against Ylita while the fox growls, claws clutching at the weasel's back...

But I had to do something. As ridiculous as the whole situation was, it was a diplomatic mission. If the weasels and the foxes started arguing about who was at fault here, they'd compromise and blame the slave, which would result in peace between the two but at the cost of my head.

"Ladies, ladies!" I exclaimed, waving my hands. Both gold and black eyes fell upon me, full of barely constrained indignation at me having spoken out of turn. I couldn't stop here though, I had to keep on going. "I'm sure you can all come to an understanding, a compromise! W-what's the one thing you two can agree on, something you both like?"

Their paws were still braced together, but their jaws were still, no longer trying to rip out the other's throat. Their faces were expressionless, but their eyes said everything: I was now their focus and their anger had not ceased, not by a long shot.

Mial, to my surprise, spoke first, "I like slaves who keep their mouths shut!"

Ylita, who was on top of Mial when they stopped fighting, began to push herself off of her rival, "Same here."

Giggling, Mial grabbed her fan from the floor and began waving it once again, "It looks like the slave has a point though, we are in agreement on something."

"The same thing we're fighting over."

"But I'm not so sure if I want him now!" Mial exclaimed, dismissive me with a wave of her fan. "Handsome though he is, he spoke out of line! It would be a hassle to train him!"

"Good. Than we can just ignore Father's little scheme-"

"No! I said I'm not sure, not that I'm certain that I don't want him!" Mial giggled, her tiny black eyes casting me a strange glance that made me both nervous and a little excited in the crotch. "A trial of him, perhaps?"

Ylita snorted, "Why would I let you try out my slave? You're forgetting that I don't want to give him up at any cost!"

"Does a wager strike your fancy more?" a tiny pink tongue flitted out from Mial's thin, pink lips. "If I win, he's mine."

"A wager is not a wager unless the other party is willing to place something on the line."

"Naturally! I'll give you my horse. He's a pure-bred, ivory stallion, a magnificent creature that would make you the envy of the world!"

Growling, Ylita cast her yellow eyes at me, pupils narrowed to a needle slit, "You saw her ride in, slave. Does she speak the truth?"

I stammered, "I-I-I believe so! I've been on stables duty before, but I'm not an expect mind you, master! But the stallion looked very grand, if I may be so bold, finer than your own steed."

The butt of Mial's fan thumped against my forehead after she threw it.

"You see!? He speaks out of turn again!"

"No," Ylita clapped her paw to Mial's breast, stopping the ermine from charging me, "he speaks the truth this time. I've been begging Father for a steed better than the draft pony Father gave me when I was a kit."

"A draft pony!?" Mial's maw opened wide in shock. "Good heavens!"

"You try living with it!" Ylita laughed. "The damned beast startles if I so much as strum my bowstring while hunting!"

"Dreadful! Absolutely dreadful!"

"But your stallion, as grand as he might be, is not worth my slave," Ylita grabbed my shoulder, caressing the blades with the tips of her claws. "I do not wish to entertain the thought of losing him."

"Let us sweeten the deal, perhaps?" Mial sighed. "Whether you win or lose, I'll make the arrangements for your marriage to my brother. That should keep your Father satisfied, shouldn't it?"

The vixen's fur bristled on the back of her neck. Mial finally had her, though the weasel likely didn't realize the full extent of her victory, the smug smile on her lips broadcasting her victory. If Ylita didn't accept the wager, then the marriage would be off no matter what and there was a chance that Yliter was serious about his threat to get rid of me. Impulsive though she was, Ylita was a clever fox and knew how to weigh her options.

"What is the game?" Ylita finally asked.

"Hm?"

"We've talked an awful lot about the wager but not the game. So, what is it?"

Mial grinned, "Take his clothes off."

"Why?"

"If you don't do it, I will."

Grumbling, Ylita snatched my belt and pulled it away, unfolding my robes. With another series of strikes, Ylita pulled my robes off and yanked my trousers down, exposing my member to the world.

"Gods, it's true!" Mial's claws clicked against the floor as she shuffled forward. Bending over, her pink nose twitched as it sniffed at the tip of my cock. "No sheath! Always out!"

"He doesn't knot either."

"Our males don't do that either!" Mial whispered. I shivered as her nose brushed up against my cock. "But it's out like this and with no effort at all! I can see how you foxes worked up the gall to invade a human Duchy!"

"Father invaded for the natural resources, of course," Ylita's palm pressed up against the ermine's snout, pushing her away from me. Cupping my balls in her palm, she continued, "now, speak of the game."

"Very well!" Mial sauntered over to the stone chessboard lying in the middle of the parlor. She flipped a glass hourglass, smirking as the tiny grains of sand trickled down into the lower chamber. "This looks to be about a minute, yes?"

"I believe so."

"Excellent!" Mial's grin grew wicked and despite her eyes being black, I could tell they were trained on my most important organ and weren't breaking for a second. "We'll each take turns on the slave, a minute each. The first one to finish him off, wins."

"How perverse," Ylita muttered.

"You can always refuse," Mial shrugged, "or do humans not climax in the same manner as us?"

"I never said I would refuse, I was merely commenting on your filthy mind," Ylita snorted, "and yes, humans finish in the same way as our kind, I can speak from experience."

"Then, you accept the wager?"

"Only for the alliance," Ylita stepped forward, "and because I know I'll win."

"Arrogant! But sometimes that's a little healthy when competing!" Mial also stepped forward. "Shall we seal the deal?"

Ylita's black paw rested upon Mial's cheek, which the ermine returned the favor. Their eyes met, exchanging a soft gaze before they craned their necks forward, black nose meeting pink. They rubbed sensuously, eyes slowly closing.

The display was broken when Ylita broke away suddenly, eyes still closed and her long snout twitching as she smelled the air until it was pointed in my direction. Mial followed suit, imitating the vixen's tracking, for she had a smaller snout than Ylita's.

"It looks like he's ready!" Ylita laughed, pointing a claw at my stiffened member.

Mial's white paw pinched at the shoulder of Ylita's dress and began tugging it away, "Quite convenient!"

"That he is!" Ylita adjusted her arms, allowing the sleeve of her dress to pass through it. The green dress fell to the ground, exposing Ylita's white belly. Her fur was thicker than normal, having fully grown into its winter coat, but it still looked as soft as silk and shimmered in the candlelight. "I suspect that he doesn't realize I've noticed him stroking himself when I change."

"Gods!" Mial's own dress seemed to split open in an instant as each button came undone. Her fur was shorter than Ylita's and eight tiny, pink nipples dotted her belly and chest in rows. Ylita, and almost all of the anthros, had the same features, but you often had to hunt for them in a forest of fur.

Ylita gave Mial a quick slurp on the cheek, "Care to go first?"

Chuckling lowly, Mial returned the lick with her own small tongue, "Careful, now. I've been known to make a man climax just by breathing on him."

"You've already breathed on him to no avail, I am not afraid."

With a friendly slap on the cheek, Mial stepped towards me, tail swaying hypnotically behind her narrow hips. Her beady eyes narrowed and I felt like a small animal, cornered by a predator. Instinctively, I stepped back, quickly banging into the wall. There was nowhere else to go.

Leaping forward in a flash, Mial had me pinned against the wall. Claws digging into my wrists, her pink nose nuzzled at my lips, occasionally shooting her smooth tongue out. Her breath was sweet, much like her musk which had grown more pleasant the thicker it got.

Down below, her thighs danced against the tip of my cock, forcing it to swell until it felt like it was going to burst. I kept telling myself not to cum, forcing myself to think about Ylita and my place here, but Mial was truly a skilled seductress.

"Come on," Mial whispered into my ear, "I'll treat you like this every night, slave."

A sharp thud rang out and Mial jumped back, fur standing up ends. Ylita was standing on the other side of the room, angrily clutching the top of the hourglass.

"My turn," Ylita snarled through gritted teeth.

"Good luck!" Mial shot me a wink. The tip of her long tail brushed up against my cock as she stepped away. A deep rumble echoed in Ylita's chest when she saw this, but she didn't say anything.

The vixen slammed into me, forearm against my chest while her other paw began working my cock, her smooth pads massaging the skin. She wasn't messing around, Mial's display must have made her insecure and she wanted to finish this off quickly. Unfortunately, this meant the quality of her servicing suffered.

"I don't know what that slattern whispered," Ylita's nostrils flared, "but you can forget about anything she promises."

Her tail wrapped around my butt, the silk furs of her pelt protecting it from the chill. I loved it when she did that, it was by far my favorite thing that she did to me. It felt so romantic, especially when paired with a hug, to the point where I don't think I could date a human woman again. Right now though, she wasn't wagging her tail slightly or wrapping it around me tightly, it felt like a token gesture.

Mial tapped the hourglass gently and Ylita froze, her yellow eyes holding an expression of piercing anger.

"Don't you dare cum when it's her turn, slave."

Ylita's paw slapped me on the chest as she stomped away, not even giving me a glance while the ermine floated over with a tiny smile.

Instead of tackling me, Mial switched tactics, gently placing her paws on my shoulder. Her pads were smaller than Ylita's, but just as smooth, and her grip was firm but not painful. Pulling me into an embrace, she let my cock slip between her thighs, the tip entering her pussy.

"Ooh," I shuddered for the first time that day, recoiling a little when I saw Ylita fuming silently in the background, counting the grains of sand.

The ermine didn't stop there though and began wrapping her flexible torso around my own, until her face appeared from behind my head and forced me into a kiss. Her tail coiled around my legs as well, making me hopelessly trapped, with her own body being the prison.

Mial pulled back, a string of saliva trailing from my lips to hers. Her nose brushed up and down against my cheek, "Can that bitch do this?"

"No..."

"Every night we could do this..."

Her thighs tightened, forming a vice-like grip around my cock.

"All you have to do, slave, is-"

I screamed with fright as Ylita slammed the hourglass once more, cracking the glass slightly. Mial was encircled around me and she struggled to undo herself as her coat puffed up. Ylita grew impatient with her counterpart's progress and stormed up, grabbing the ermine by her scruff and tearing her away. Mial's claw raked against my chest, forming four white scratch-marks.

The vixen was upon me before Mial had a chance to make it back to the hourglass. Ylita's shoved her snout into my face, teeth bared, and roughly forced my cock into her vagina.

"Slave, you will obey!"

Most of the time, I found that domineering attitude of my master sexy. I still did, mind you, but right now, with Mial's performance far exceeding my master's and her being a lot more gentle about it, I was starting to get a little tired of Ylita's normal behavior.

"I'm going to have you and the marriage. I always get what I want, slave."

I didn't even feel anything except a bit of pain from the scratch that Ylita made Mial give me.

There was a small tap at the door to the parlor and a young servant walked in, carrying a tray of sliced, honeyed ham. His eyes went wide upon seeing me in the act with his liege's daughter, while the visiting Princess was busy watching and rubbing at her thighs. Without so much as a word, he backed out and gently closed the door.

"Are you listening to me!?"

Sharp teeth clamped down on my throat, pressing tightly against the flesh surrounding my collar. Ylita growled deeply as she held me down, saliva trickling down my neck. I tried to say something, but her jaws were too tight.

I caught Mial tapping the hourglass in the background. Ylita did not move. Mial continued banging the hourglass, harder and faster each time.

"That's enough, Ylita!"

Ylita finally hesitated, opening her mouth and letting me go. I reached for my throat, feeling the Princesses' wet saliva and fang marks left behind. My master had always been harsh, but even when she gave me the occasional whipping, it had never left a mark, not even a temporary one like this.

"Leave him in one piece for me!" Mial's concern had faded, replaced with a carefree giggle.

Ylita snapped her jaws at the ermine as she passed, which Mial ignored, preferring to pull me back into an embrace. She shimmied her thighs in place, slowly taking me in and blanketing my cock with warmth. Already, I had forgotten the claws and fangs that had scraped against my flesh.

"I'll treat you well, slave," Mial tugged at the back of my collar, "your own bedroom, silk sheets, succulent food, and the finest of drinks."

Thrusting her thighs, my cock slipped in and out of her depths. My legs were turning to jelly, my shaft throbbing violently. It wouldn't take long for her to make me finish and there were still many grains left to go on the hourglass.

_Would it be so bad?_I thought. Mial seemed nice, arrogant, but nice. Did I owe my master anything? She held me hostage, ruined my relationship with Rosemary, and treated me like a pet. I mean, I kind of liked the last bit, it was sexy, but was this something I wanted to be for the rest of my life? Did I have a whole lot left for me here? I liked Ylita earlier, but right now she seemed like a stranger to me.

Even if Mial was lying, it seemed like she was worth trusting. I stopped resisting.

"Slave! Slave!" Mial moaned as her thighs hopped atop my cock.

"Oh God! Mial!"

It felt like my cock was about to explode with pleasure. There would be no shame in giving in.

"My slave! My handsome slave!"

"I'm coming!"

"NO!"

Ylita desperately slammed the hourglass onto the table. Her ears were folded back and her pupils were so narrow that there were almost invisible. Her hackles were raised and her tail was tucked between her legs.

Mial slipped back effortless, flashing me and then my penis a confident smile. Both of them would stare at it, waiting for the inevitable.

For a moment, I felt like it was going to spurt. Pleasure welled up and my shaft shuddered violently, but no semen shot out.

Mial raised her brow, "I thought you said humans ejaculated."

"They do!" Ylita gasped, hackles and ears flattening. Her tongue darted out while she panted. "It's not over yet."

"Remember what I said, slave," Mial whispered with a wink.

Ylita's claws clacked against the floor as she slowly walked over, one step at a time. Her tail was still stuck between her legs, despite all of her other nervous quirks having vanished. She should have been haughty, proud that I was near a climax and her victory would be assured, but she wasn't.

Instead of acting aggressive as she had before, she pulled me into an embrace, wrapping her arms around my chest and pressing her snout against my neck where she had bitten me. Her slick tongue inched out, running along the iron of my collar and then my flesh. For the first time that day, she had made me moan with pleasure.

"Please, don't leave me," she whispered, tail slapping against my rear as she held me tight. I felt the tip of her tail tickle my butt, just like how I liked it.

Her loins brushed up against my cock. She wouldn't have to do much to get it off, but if I wanted to resist, I could.

"Danny, I..." she hesitated. Her snout began nuzzling against my neck, "...I don't want to lose you. I care about you."

My heart swelled and I returned her embrace, running my fingers through the thick fur on her back. She didn't resist, snap at me, or strike me. Instead, she ran her tongue along my cheek towards my lips and pressed her wet nose up against mine. I puckered my lips, pulling her into a kiss and feeling very adventurous, dipped her in my arms. Her eyes went wide, slightly indignant at first, but then closed slowly, accepting a moment of weakness in my arms.

My cock spurted, shooting ropes of seed across her belly. I let this happen, I wanted it to happen. I knew there was something more to my master than her facade.

"I love you, Ylita," I whispered.

She didn't object at me breaking protocol, not even in front of a visiting Princess. I knew I made the right choice.

I shut the door behind us after entering Ylita's room. It was night now and the room was as cold as an arctic tundra, the door to the balcony having been left opened all day. The chill night air changed the flavor of Ylita's lingering musk, giving it a freshness it normally lacked.

"Well, that was an eventful evening, wasn't it?" Ylita pulled her green dress off once again, tossing it in the corner of the room before collapsing backwards onto her bed. "But it all turned out well. I got a new horse, I'm to be betrothed, and I kept my favorite slave."

"Slave, huh?"

Ylita gave my chain a sharp yank, forcing me to stumble towards the bed. Her fangs were bared in an eager grin.

"Yes, slave! What do you think you are, a Prince?" Ylita's nostrils snorted and she pointed at me with an accusing claw. "You bent me over back there like some common floozy, in front of a foreign dignitary! Who do you think I am!? You're lucky I don't have you sold!"

"But-"

"Enough! I'll decide what to do in the morning! Go to bed!"

Ylita pulled the covers over her naked form and closed her eyes. I placed my hand on the bed, ready to climb in as I normally had every night before, when she suddenly snapped her eyes open.

"You dare!?" she snarled. "After all you did, you can sleep on the floor!"

Sighing, I pulled away from the mattress and knelt down onto the floor. It was ice cold and hard as stone, probably because it was, in fact, stone. Her eyes were locked on me, still full of indignation. She was serious.

Curling on the ground, I tried to make myself comfortable, but it was to no avail. No matter what position I'd find myself in, I'd be sore in minutes. But that was the life of a slave, wasn't it? I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

"Are you serious?" Ylita suddenly called out.

I perked my head up. Ylita's long muzzle was sticking out over the edge of the bed, curiously sniffing at me.

"Danny, come to bed!"

The covers were warm, but her slender body and thick pelt of fur were even warmer. Mial's coat couldn't even compare to Ylita's. I made the right choice. I stuck by my Princess and now nothing would tear us apart. Life was good.

She's getting married.

I opened my eyes, nervously glancing over to Ylita who was deep in sleep, chest rising and falling with her breath.

Life was mostly good.