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Hello again dear furries. Here I come with the last part of chapter 7 of Adolphus' Tails. At 33,976 words, I believe that this is the largest chapter so far, but I'm just going to assume that it is rather than actually check.

The delay is mostly due to studying for six months. On the plus side, I can now become an accountant and bookkeeper; fun.

So here we are, chapter 7 is finished and this horrendously long night is finally over. Chapter 8 is next and so begins the introduction of our other two main characters. I can guess that at least one of you is looking forward to that chapter, so hopefully that won't take as long.

Phew, editing is still a pain.

Kitty felt comfortable. This was what she was made to do. None of that subterfuge and dressing-up Gareth was good at. She had a target and was giving chase across the rooftops.

The falcon high above hadn't notice her leaping from roof to roof, galloping at full speed on all fours. This was the best lead they had on these mercenaries and there was no way she was going to let it slip from her grasp. This falcon was arrogant, and it seemed he didn't care if he was being followed. It was a pity that she wouldn't be able to kill him for being so sloppy, but he was more useful alive.

However, there was something amiss. Every now and then, she'd leap across a street and catch a glimpse of someone running below. Someone else was also following the falcon, or perhaps even following her. She couldn't tell much about the shadowy figure, but whoever it was, they were more than likely a potential threat and one she had no choice but to deal with. Unfortunately, her Commander has expressly forbidden her to kill without clear orders or obvious reason. Since it would take too much time to try and lose her tail, and shaking them also meant she risked losing her current quarry, she needed a way to stop her shadow's pursuit.

Some of the tiles on the roofs were a bit loose. So if whoever was chasing her just so happened to get hit by a tile on the head, then they might just believe it was bad luck that they lost their target.

As she put a front paw down on a tile, she felt it was broken and this was her opportunity. It was only a quarter of a tile, but it would do. It wasn't enough to kill them, but it would certainly leave them with a nasty headache.

With the quarter of a tile tucked into her belt, Kitty did her best to track her two targets; the falcon above her, and the shadow in the streets below. It wasn't an easy task and she almost ran into a couple of chimney stacks in the process, but she was waiting for the right moment. As she leapt across a lane way, she let the fragment of tile fly.

She saw her shot strike the shadow in the head just before the roof obscured her view. Her ears picked up on the sound of metal being hit and then someone hitting the ground hard.

"OW! FUCK!"

Her target was down, and more importantly, alive. It was unlikely that they'd be up and able to run any time soon, and this meant she'd shed herself of her shadow. The falcon hadn't heard her attack, either that or he didn't show it, and was still flying towards the city walls. She picked up her speed to close the distance between them. If he was going to fly over the forests then she'd have to chase him on the ground. She would have no issues chasing him, but keeping an eye on him through the canopy was going to be a challenge.

Getting past the guards on the wall was surprisingly easy and no-one saw her hook a rope on the parapet and slide down the outside wall. She'd tucked the hook where no one would see it, so hopefully her return to the city would also go without notice. The falcon still showed no signs of spotting her and still heading towards the densest past of the forest. This would be troublesome as she'd have to climb a tree every now and then to get a bearing on the falcon. At least it was a clear night with the moon out; he wouldn't be hard to spot.

When the canopy got thick and she lost sight of the falcon, Kitty looked for a tall tree and began to claw her way up the sides; the climbing hooks on her boots and gloves making it easy for her to make it up into the canopy. Careful not to reveal her hiding spot, she got a bearing on the falcon and saw that he was a lot further ahead than she thought. Jumping from the bough of the tree to the ground was rough on her knees, but she had to catch up or her quarry would escape. Running through a forest this dense at night wasn't easy, but it made sense to hide an army in a dense forest that no one travelled through.

Kitty picked another tree and scrambled up the trunk, this time caring a bit less about staying in cover. He seemed to be coming down, but if she wanted to get under him she needed to close the 200 metres between them, and that distance was still growing. There was no time to waste and another leap from the tree would leave her with sore knees for a couple of days, but it would be worth it for the intelligence.

The damn falcon had come down while she was running on the ground, but he couldn't be that far away. He hadn't been that thorough while bathing and still reeked of sex. Finding him would not be an issue.

Hiding in the shadows, Kitty kept quiet as she did her best to listen past the sounds of the forest. She could hear the crickets and cicadas calling out, along with the occasional owl or other creature of the night, but what she couldn't hear was the sound of a falcon moving though the forest oblivious to the fact that someone was tracking him. Things were starting to seem odd, and the moment she heard someone in a tree behind her she knew she'd let herself fall into an ambush.

She wasn't going to panic though; this wasn't the first time she'd gotten herself into this sort of mess. If she'd managed to slip through a trap set by the Rangers then she'd get herself out of this ambush without a problem.

The whistle of something shooting from the shadows and slamming into the tree next to her made Kitty pay very close attention to her surroundings. How couldn't she have seen or heard her attacker?

But there wasn't time for thinking, only moving. She took off at a run on all fours, diving into the shadows in the hopes of breaking her attacker's line of sight. She ran for a bit before standing with her back against her tree, her body doing its best to press against it and hide her silhouette. Of all the things she had to worry about, Felicity's 'No Killing' rule was easily the most annoying. Her daggers and arrows ached to taste blood once again, but she wasn't going to disobey orders just yet.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" The falcon commander called out. "It seems that I have a thief who thinks they can follow me into the woods and kill me for my purse."

Well that was a relief, at least he didn't know why she was really there.

"I hate to spoil it for you; not only do I have nothing for you, but I am not alone. If you surrender then I might be merciful."

Oh yes, she could guess just what sort of mercy he would show her.

"However, if you feel that you're more than capable of evading my commando troops, then I hope you're able to put up a good chase. Things have been so boring lately."

Commando? That was a word she'd never heard before, but it was something to ponder later. She had stumbled into an ambush by an unknown foe and her only choice now was to get back to Balazaar. There would be more than enough time to beat the answers out of her Commander's slave later.

"This is your last chance. Surrender or become our quarry."

Damn Commander Felicity; this falcon was just aching for his throat to be slit.

The creaking of a branch above her was all the warning she needed, and as someone leapt down to try and catch her unaware, she was able to step out of the way and give her assailant a firm punch to the face. It was more than enough to leave them stunned, laying on the ground, but Kitty wasn't going to wait and see just how stunned they were when she had at least a few seconds head start.

She took off at a run, darting into the shadows and doing her best to stay in the darkest parts of the forest. She'd stop and hide every now and then to see if anyone was chasing her, but other than the sounds of something moving in the canopy above her, Kitty couldn't see her attackers.

As she did her best to keep her panting under control, she listened to the noises of these commandos pass her hiding spot before circling back around towards her position. Kitty took off in another direction to try and lose her attackers, making a path almost parallel to the castle walls. Her hunters didn't miss a beat and kept on her tail. She was at a serious disadvantage now; those pursuing her had to felines since they would have the eyes to hunt in such low light. She was running out of options and skills. She had no idea how many were chasing her, but it wasn't likely that running alone was going to get her out of this alive. She had no choice now but to return to her forbidden skills.

"I was curious as to why your name was so commonly spoken at 'The Kitten'," Mohana said as he followed Gareth back to his apartment across the street.

"I find living in the pleasure district to be quite useful," Gareth replied as he unlocked the door to the stairwell to his apartment, "not to mention fun."

Mohana just gave a hearty chuckle as he looked around.

"You do seem like the sort to run around and get yourself in trouble."

"Let's be honest, so do you," Gareth replied as he stepped into the small foyer at the bottom of the stairs, "but unfortunately I'm not able to invite you in tonight; I'm at risk of not waking up on time as it is."

"Such a pity. I was hoping to enjoy your talents a bit more."

"So the question is; are you interested in meeting my creditors?"

"You drive a hard bargain little filly, but I think it best that I remain unaligned at this time as there's still a lot of work to be done."

"A pity, as I think the two of you would be able to learn a lot from each other."

"I don't doubt, but I feel your creditors might want to hold onto me for a bit longer than I'd like."

"Maybe next time then."

"Meeting your creditors, or enjoying each other's talents?"

"I'm not picky, both sound like fun."

"Well then little filly, I'll try and find you again when you aren't so worn out."

"I get the feeling that for you, it won't be a hard thing to do."

Kitty held one of her daggers in her paw, the handle feeling so familiar in her grip. She listened to a pair of her pursuers perched in the tree above her.

"Where's our target?"

"I don't know, they just disappeared."

"Damn. The commander won't be pleased if they get away."

"They couldn't have gone far and their scent is strong here."

"They're too skilled for a common thief. Do you think this could be one of the castle guards?"

"No, those bumbling fools don't have this sort of training. This is something else."

"One of the twins?"

"No, our prey is too small."

"It doesn't matter though, we just need to keep looking. Stay here while I make another loop of the area."

"Okay, but I think we should switch from chasing to hunting; this is taking too long."

"I agree, but let's see if we can still bring them in alive. Don't shoot to kill."

"Take all the fun out of it, why don't you?"

"Information is more useful than a corpse. Try to keep them alive."

"I hear you."

One of the two commandos leapt over to another tree as they started to search the area, somehow not noticing the anthro wolfess clinging to the trunk of the tree just half a metre below their comrade, concealed near perfectly in the shadows.

The one remaining in the tree didn't suspect a thing and certainly didn't see it coming.

And as Kitty thrust her dagger up under the chin of the commando above her, the length of the blade cleanly piercing through their mouth and into their brain, all that Kitty could think as she felt the small drops of blood drip onto her face was that it felt so good to be plying her trade again.

As she carefully pulled the body of the dead commando out of the tree and quietly lower it to the ground, Kitty kept an ear open for any of the other commandos, but it sounded like this one was alone. Time was of the essence, but she wanted to find out a bit more about her enemy.

The dead jaguar didn't seem to have anything on them of interest, except for the strange bow they were carrying on their back. It looked interesting, so she'd take it with her and inspect it later when she wasn't in so much danger.

The recent death of one of her pursuers meant that there was likely a hole in their trap that she could abuse, and she was going to abuse it. Judging by the direction that the other commando headed in, Kitty guessed that she was on the side of the trap furthest away from the castle. That was an annoyance, but she wasn't going to grumble when escaping the trap was the important thing.

She could barely hear if there was anyone chasing her; she was running so hard on all fours that all she could hear was her own heavy breathing and her paws hitting the ground. All she could think about was running, getting far enough away from her pursuers and then finding a way back into Balazaar. This would be a problem as they knew where she was trying to go, but she hoped that she had slipped their trap without being noticed. She kept an ear out in an attempt to hear something, but the attacker who dropped onto her back caught her completely unprepared.

However, this wasn't her first scuffle and if they thought they were going to subdue her that way, then their disappointment was probably going to kill them. The two of them tumbled on the ground and as she tried to dislodge them, she felt a rope digging into the front of her neck. She pulled one of her daggers from her belt, ready for her response. As she came to rest atop of her attacker and the rope tightened, she tried to headbutt back against her captor, but they moved their head to her right and right where she was going to stab. Her strike must have been so unexpected that as she felt the messy thud of the cross-guard smack against her attackers face, the rope went completely slack. There wasn't any time to inspect her enemy this time since it was more than likely the other commandos were close.

She barely had time to pull her dagger free before she was up and ready to start running again, only to have what felt like an arrow bury itself into her left rump cheek. The pain caused her to falter and she fell face first into the ground as she lost her balance. This fresh pain stunned her for a moment, but she wasn't going to wait around for her attacker to take another shot at her. She grabbed the arrow protruding from her butt and was surprised to find that it was shorter than she expected. There was still enough to grip, so she paid it no further thought and pulled it out, the barb-less tip making that job a lot easier. The second fool thinking they could tackle her from behind wasn't completely unexpected, but in their rush they assumed they had the drop on her. Kitty wasn't going have any more of their crap, and as they rolled about on the ground, Kitty stabbed the short arrow into her attacker's guts. This wasn't nearly as effective as a dagger to the face, but with each stab she felt her attacker's strength weakening. As soon as she felt her attacker was weak enough, she rolled onto her belly, staggered to her knees and threw her attacker off her by pulling them over her head. With a loud thump and a groan, her attacker stopped moving. They weren't dead, but she didn't care as they weren't going to get back up any time soon.

Kitty could feel her blood lust coursing through her veins, and as she heard a third attacker approaching she decided to face them head on; this fool wanted a fight and a fight was what they was going to get.

Kitty hadn't really learnt to fight against opponents with swords; her speciality was sneaking through the shadows and attacking an opponent without warning. However, Commander Felicity had made her learn to counter and parry against swords with her daggers. She was still a novice when it came to parrying and the commando charging at her with a short sword wasn't likely to give her any quarter, but she was at least prepared.

She managed to parry the first strike and move out of the way of the follow-up attack, doing her best to keep her attacker's back against her own and moving with them to keep out of their field of attack. The commando wasn't going to be so easily tricked and after feigning a turn to the left, swung up their right elbow to catch Kitty in the side of the face and knock her to the ground.

Kitty didn't have any time to catch her bearings after being knocked off her footing, but she was ready with her dagger to counter their attack, and then close the space between them with her teeth ready. Her bite landed true and her teeth sank into her attacker's throat; crushing their windpipe and tearing through the vulnerable arteries.

Blood filled her mouth. She growled as she pinned her prey to the ground, savouring the sensation of her latest kill. No one was going to hunt her and no one was going to kill her until her need for revenge was satisfied. Fuck these violators, these deviant perverts who enjoyed raping the innocent.

No, not one would survive. There were more, more for her to kill, but her injuries would make it too difficult for her to continue her crusade this night; she needed to get home and lick her wounds.

The rest would find their slaughtered kin and know the Pleasure Stalker was hunting them.

She swallowed the blood that filled her mouth and took off at a run, her energy returned as a desire for vengeance and the satisfaction of her kills reinvigorated her. More would die tomorrow night; she would see to that.

Felicity sat atop Adolphus' hips, his member still buried in her tailhole, as she waited for his knot to shrink. The warm mess that filled her bowels, a mixture of her slave's fluids, moved about as she wriggled her waist and rubbed her belly a bit. Tharmina and Razher had already departed, and as Madame Fiona's slaves had already left on other errands, it was merely her, her slave and Madame Fiona in the library.

"You have made quite the mess of your slave," Madame Fiona said as she picked up her glass of red wine and took a sip.

"And hopefully he shall learn that it makes him my property," Felicity said as she gave her tail a flick or two in an attempt to get comfortable. "The fool still thinks that he can claim dominance over me. How unfortunate for him that tomorrow he shall still smell of me, but after I bathe I shan't have the slightest whiff of him on my body."

"Would you like him punished?"

"No, his pitiful act of rebellion isn't worth the effort. He may believe that he has won this small battle, but the truth is that he hasn't won anything."

Felicity began to shift a bit, tugging roughly on the knot that was just barely large enough to pull at her tailhole while watching her slave's grimacing as she abused his still sensitive member.

"Squirm slave," Felicity said with a chuckle as she pulled up a little bit more, the knot starting to spread her pucker and ease its way through. "There's nothing else for you to do now but squirm."

The stretching of her tailhole from the inside was something completely new for her and it was different to the sensation of having a large member pushing her pucker in from the outside. She playfully squeezed her pelvic muscles tight and drew the knot back in. There was a thrill to squeezing the knot back into her body before letting it start to slide out again.

"I've been missing out," Felicity moaned as she kept abusing Adolphus' knot with her tailhole. "It's stretching me out so nicely."

"A tie is seen as a rather intimate thing," Madame Fiona pointed out. "Nothing quite like the feeling of a firm knot holding your lover's load inside your body."

"Quite different to a flare, I must admit," Felicity said as she gave her slave's shrinking knot one more squeeze.

As she relaxed, Felicity felt the knot spreading her pucker open before it slipped past the widest point. This new sensation immediately made her tense up and her sphincter gripped the member that was still within her body to help plug her tailhole.

"You look rather satisfied," Madame Fiona said with a smirk.

"Oh yes, I feel much better," Felicity said with a content sigh. "I trust it would not be too much trouble to have a bath before I leave?"

Lucious was caught by surprise when he heard someone knocking on the door to the washroom. He wondered if Corvin should answer it, but one look at the exhausted wolf, cum still leaking out of his tailhole and a satisfied smile on his face, that the poor slave was useless at the moment and deserved his rest.

"I'm coming!" Lucious called out as he took a towel and wrapped it around his waist, just in case the person at the door hadn't seen his escapades this evening.

"Please forgive me Master Lucious," a voice that sounded like Dovan said from the other side of the door, "but I am just checking that everything is to your satisfaction."

"I might have broken your colleague," Lucious said as he opened the door and stepped back to show Corvin laying on the wash stand in a state of pure bliss.

"Do not worry yourself Master Lucious," Corvin said with a bow. "May I come in and assist you with your bathing?"

"That might be an idea," Lucious said quietly, almost whispering, "and I do think there's something wrong with your colleague; I couldn't find his balls."

"That is because he no longer has any, Master Lucious," Corvin said without missing a beat. "He and I are both eunuchs."

"Eunuchs?!" Lucious spluttered in surprise. "You mean..."

"Correct," Dovan said as he walked over to Corvin, "and I have come to humbly ask you to give your fiancee a letter."

"Does this have anything to do with the agreement Corvin made with Princess Felicity?"

"I can assure you, Master Lucious, that I do not know what you are talking about."

(Oh, I think you do,) Lucious signed to Dovan. (Compensation must be provided for services rendered after-all.)

"It seems that you have caught us out, Master Lucious," Dovan said with a bow. "I ask that you forgive us for using you as a compensation for our deal."

Lucious went and stood by Corvin and put a paw on the rump of the well-fucked wolf as if to a make a point.

"I can forgive Corvin's role in this," Lucious said as he crossed his arms, "but I do not want to be taken advantage of by others, not anymore."

"You must forgive this simple slave..."

"You? Simple?" Lucious scoffed. "I get the feeling that Madame Fiona may supply the gold, but you run this business."

"That is a very bold accusation, Master Lucious. What proof do you have of this claim?"

"Madame Fiona is many things, but I have seen what I assume to be her office and there are no journals or account books there to speak of. She may be a trainer of slaves, but she doesn't seem to have the talents to manage the accounts."

"You slander my Madame's name, Master Lucious."

"Your Madame doesn't service her clientele herself, does she?"

"Well, no, that is the role of the slaves and prostitutes."

"And yet, she runs a brothel."

"Master Lucious, please make your point."

"Madame Fiona gives the orders, you make this place run."

"Why would a lowly slave manage a brothel when his Mistress is more than capable of doing it herself?"

"Because you're good at it and she ordered you to."

Dovan took a deep breath as he closed his eyes.

"If what you are suggesting is true, why did you bring this up?" Dovan asked as he opened his eyes to give Lucious a firm stare.

"I may not be a merchant like my father, but I have still picked up one or two tricks of his trade. One was to always talk to the one who manages the accounts when it comes to business."

"I will not betray my Madame's financial secrets to you Master Lucious."

"You would be a pretty poor bookkeeper if you did. No, my business doesn't deal with gold, but with something more potent. I am the Princess' Fiancee and that does grant me some privileges. That letter of yours, it's about the bargain, isn't it?"

"Yes," Dovan sighed as he looked at the letter he still held in his paw.

"For your services to the Princess, what are you asking for as payment."

"Master Lucious, it is a private matter that..."

"... That already involves me," Lucious interrupted. "Though this is happening under the table, the three of you have still acted unethically."

"Then it seems that there are four persons in this deal," Dovan said as he passed Lucious the letter. "You may open it and read it for yourself."

Breaking the wax on the back of the letter, emblazoned with the seal of the brothel, Lucious removed the letter and began to read.

"All I ask is for the death of Lady Gorrick," Lucious read aloud.

"That is correct," Dovan said as he held his paws in front of him, one atop the other and held just above the waistband of this thong.

"Why the death of Lady Gorrick?"

"The story is long and complicated, but in short, she's the reason for Corvin's current state."

Lucious looked over at Corvin, still asleep on the washstand.

"Does she need to die immediately?" Lucious asked as he refolded his arms and began to tap the letter against his upper arm.

"You can not talk me out of my need for revenge."

"There is more than one way to make someone suffer, and all you wish is a simple death?"

"I will have my revenge, for Corvin."

"And you will, but let me have a go at her first."

"Master Lucious, with all due respect, you don't have the skills necessary to fulfil my request."

"Lady Gorrick has a lot of power, money, and influence," Lucious explained. "She deserves more than just a simple death. No, she deserves a humiliating death; one befitting such a monster."

"Master Lucious, it is a simple request."

"I'll give you 5%."

"Five percent of what?"

"Her current worth. All you need to do is let me have a go at her first."

"Master Lucious, you cannot just bribe me...."

"Oh I'm not going to give it to you, it's going to come from her assets."

"Do you plan to rob her?"

"Oh it shall mostly be legal, do not worry yourself. My intention is to bleed her coffers dry and leave her bankrupt before I pass this on to the Princess. My father has insisted that I take a greater role in his business and I shall use this project to keep him satisfied."

"Why are you doing this, Master Lucious?"

"Why are you doing it, Dovan?"

Corvin began to stir and wake up, shifting about as Lucious and Dovan watched him.

"And what will I do with my 5%? I am a slave and I am not to have gold of my own."

"I shall take care of your share," Lucious explained. "You have my word."

Felicity felt better. After washing herself and cleaning her slave's pitiful attempt at humiliating her from her body, she felt refreshed. She wished she could spend more time soaking in the bath and enjoying the warm water, but she was running short of time. She needed to resume her intelligence gathering in the morning.

The knock on the door was something she wasn't expecting since she had insisted upon not being disturbed.

"Who is it?" Felicity snapped at the door.

"It is your fiancee," came the reply. "I have been asked to deliver a letter to you."

"Interesting," Felicity said as her tone changed, "you can come in."

Lucious walked into the room, wearing nothing but a towel draped over his shoulder. Felicity could still smell the scent of sex on him and thought about how much she wanted to feel him filling her with a foal.

"I come with the companion cost to your little deal," Lucious said as he presented to Felicity the open envelope, "of which I have already done my part."

"The companion cost of what deal?" Felicity asked, not sure what Lucious was talking about.

(You assume I am not able to talk with my paws?)

Felicity looked at Lucious while he returned the look with a smug grin.

"I figured that you wouldn't be bothered with your part," Felicity said as she pulled the paper from the envelope.

"Money and sex, who can argue?" Lucious asked as he gave his shoulders a shrug.

"Money?"

"Oh yes, someone has to ruin Lady Gorrick before you kill her."

"My dear fiancee, I do not know what you're talking about."

"I deserve compensation for my assistance with Lady Gorrick's downfall."

Felicity read the brief line on the page before folding it and sliding it back into the envelope.

"I have to assume you read a letter addressed to me?"

"The ethical concerns are the least of your worries," Lucious said as he took the envelope from Felicity, "but Dovan has promised me an opportunity to bankrupt her before you kill her."

"I already know what Dovan has asked for his services, why shouldn't I just kill her? I already have the means to do so."

"Because merely killing her is not enough for what she's done."

Felicity took a moment and thought about what Lucious was proposing.

"Do you feel that you can ruin her?"

"Do you not trust your fiancee?"

"You've never shown an interest in business."

"And yet you have asked me to do so," Lucious pointed out.

Felicity felt her anger with her fiancee growing.

"You are starting to annoy me, my dear husband to be," Felicity grumbled as she stood up in the bath. "I am not fond of waiting, nor am I fond of colts who do not do as they are told."

Lucious turned away from Felicity, showing her his rump as he lift his tail.

"Does my Mistress with to spank her naughty colt?"

Felicity's mind burned with other ideas, but she stepped out of the bath and gave Lucious' rump a firm smack to start with.

"Oh I'm going to do more than just spank you," Felicity said as she grabbed the fleshy part of Lucious' tail. "You have made me quite annoyed and you're going to help me with my stress."

Felicity gave Lucious' tail a pull and dropped him on his rump. As Lucious gave his rump a rub, Felicity took Lucious' towel as she stepped in front of him with her hooves on either side of his legs.

"Did the Sisters ever teach you how to please a mare with your tongue?" Felicity demanded as she stood over Lucious, draping the towel over her shoulders as she did so.

"T-they did," Lucious stammered, "but I c-can't say that I was any good at it."

"Then I will have to teach you," Felicity said as she gripped Lucious' forelock between her fingers and pulled his muzzle closer to her crotch," but for the moment; you're going to make up for being such a brat."

Lucious had always hated having to please the Sisters with his mouth. They had such a bitter taste and were always so demanding. It was an insistence upon technique and patterns, performing as it it were a structured dance. He'd hated doing it and did all that he could to avoid those lessons. He would always try and remember his times sucking on Bryce's cock, but as he looked up at his future wife, he was well aware of what he was about to do.

"Kiss it, my naughty servant," Felicity ordered as she held his muzzle so close to her crotch he could feel his whiskers occasionally touch her marehood.

He was hesitant. He was still unsure if he wanted to bury his muzzle in the snatch of another mare, but his choice was taken from him as he felt his ear being twisted.

"Lick me, you naughty brat, or else I shall whip you like my slave."

It felt like she was about to pull his ear off, but he couldn't pull away with her fingers tangled in his mane. For every other female he would have seen this as a disgusting chore, but the way his fiancee commanded his obedience, it made him feel different. It was still unappealing, but he would swallow his discomfort to appease his future wife, purely because he wanted her approval.

With his gaze still fixed on hers, Lucious slid his broad tongue from his mouth and gave her exposed marehood a lick.

Felicity could tell Lucious didn't have the skills or enthusiasm of a stallion who enjoyed females, but the look she was getting told her that he wanted to satisfy her orders. It was amazing just how easily he succumbed to her will, but this was what she wanted in a husband; a stallion she could mould to fit her needs. Lucious would be her slave in all but a legal sense, and she would make sure he did her bidding.

"I'm disappointed in you Lucious," she said as she let go of his forelock and grasped his other ear in a twitch grip. "You wish for me to make you a stallion? I will make you a stallion, but you are my loyal servant who will do as I tell you until then. Is that clear?"

Applying gentle pressure to his ears, Felicity pulled Lucious' muzzle back far enough for him to talk.

"Yes," Lucious stammered as he looked up at her with nervousness in his eyes.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Mistress Felicity."

The ring of those words in her ears brought her such pride, especially as they came from the lips of a noble's son.

"Good colt," Felicity said as she returned his muzzle to her marehood and let him continue with his assigned task. "I must credit you for your ingenuity and intelligence, but your desire to act without my permission is why I am punishing you."

Felicity glanced down to watch Lucious' eyes drifting back into his head, the stallion lost in his task and probably completely unaware of what she was saying to him. In truth, she didn't mind that he wasn't listening; she was having difficulty forming her thoughts at the moment. All she could think about now was the stallion between her legs and the desire deep within her belly for him to fill her with seed and leave her with a foal. She could imagine the scandal and controversy that would spread through the court. All the gossip that their marriage was just one to hide the shame of the crown. Many of the nobles would call her loose; a slutty mare desperate for stallion flesh, and how her foal's sire was such a low noble.

She didn't care in the slightest what the nobles thought of her. Those lazy, stuff-shirt arse-kissers were beneath her; unworthy to even lick her hooves clean. No; fuck them and their gossip.

Fuck her father for trying to use her as a bargaining chip in his political game and attempting to strip from her the crown of the kingdom, her birthright.

Before her was an opportunity to take control of everything. The crown and the kingdom were but one marriage away and no one could steal her pawn if his foal grew within her.

She pulled Lucious' head away from her crotch for a moment. She could see the glazed look in his eyes and his throbbing erection sticking up from between his legs, somehow still able to leak seed after all the sex he'd had tonight. He might just have enough seed left for one last task.

Without her grip on his ears loosening, she looked her gay fiancee right in his glazed eyes.

"Husband," Felicity barked as if ordering one of her servants, "are you listening to me?"

Lucious didn't say a word, merely nodding as a response.

"Good. You will do everything that I ask of you, won't you?"

Her future husband merely nodded, trapped in a pheromone induced hypnosis.

"Good, then I have an important job for you. You will give me a foal. Is that understood?"

Lucious' dull nod was all that she needed. The relief she felt at his obedience was soon overwhelmed by an emptiness in her loins that was just aching to be filled. As much as she wanted to bury Lucious' muzzle between her legs again so she could bring herself to a screaming orgasm on his tongue, both her plans and needs required something else of him.

While it wouldn't be the most comfortable thing to use, the wash stand would have to suffice for the moment. It was sturdy and at just the right height for what she intended, seemingly by design. As she put her paws on top of the wash stand, Lucious surprised her by stepping up behind her and putting his paws on her hips.

"Mmm, Zenith," Lucious whispered in Felicity's ear. "I always thought you were the sort who just needed a bit of stallion loving."

The idea that Lucious thought she was her own brother caught Felicity off guard; the two of them didn't even look alike, but if this was what Lucious' mind was imagining, then she'd have to work with what she had if she was going to get pregnant.

"And I need a stallion like you to show me what it's like," Felicity said, hoping that her completely different voice didn't confused the dazed Lucious.

She could feel Lucious' member pressing between her rump cheeks, rubbing across her tailhole while the head smeared precum along the bare skin on the underside of her tail.

"Mmm, I'd love to feel that cock of yours either under my tail," Lucious nickered, one of his paws drifting around the front of Felicity's body and towards her crotch, "or filling my mouth."

Thinking quickly, Felicity grabbed Lucious' paw just as it was about to leave her belly on its way to a sheath it would not find.

"Oh Lucious, no," Felicity protested. "Too many have played with my cock; I need you to fuck my virgin hole and show me what it's like to be loved by a stallion."

"You're quite the needy little colt, aren't you?" Lucious said as he nuzzled one of Felicity's ears. "Then I'll show you what it's like for a stallion to fuck you, then you can return the favour and let me be ploughed with yours."

Felicity hoped it wouldn't come to that since her lack of a cock probably would snap Lucious out of his hypnotic state.

Lucious stepped closer to her and she felt her fiancee's hard member slip between her legs and rub against her plump mare lips. The stimulation of a hot member teasing her was enough to make her let out a needy whinny.

"Mmm, Zenith," Lucious whispered in her ear. "You must be so needy; you're whinnying like your sister."

"Do you think she'll mind that you're fucking her brother?" Felicity asked as she reached down to wrap her paw around the end of Lucious' cock.

"She knows who I am and the company that I prefer to keep," Lucious whispered, "but don't worry about my fiancee, my little colt; prove to me your willingness and you can call me 'Master'."

This definitely was a side of Lucious she'd never seen before, one that she never expected him to have.

"But that can wait," Lucious said as he began to pull his cock back along Felicity's moist lips. "Let me show you how the love of a stallion is better than that of a mare."

Just as Lucious was about to pull is cock from between her legs, Felicity squeezed her thighs together and trapped Lucious' swelling flare between her legs.

"Oh Lucious, I want you so badly," Felicity moaned as one of her paws reached behind her to grab the shaft of Lucious' cock, "but it's my first time. Can I guide you in so it doesn't hurt so much?"

"Of course," Lucious replied, a hint of concern in his otherwise dominant tone. "I don't want to break you."

Felicity felt a wave of relief wash over her. While being fucked in the tailhole was something she could take, it would be a certain dampener on her plans.

"At least, not this time," Lucious added.

Felicity cursed under her breath that she wouldn't have time to see just what it'd be like to have Lucious madly rutting her tailhole, but that would have to wait. Now, she needed Lucious to get her pregnant.

It wasn't easy getting herself into a stance that Lucious' delirious state wouldn't see as weird, but was still in the right position to get his cock into her marehood. It took some wriggling and shifting, but the moment his spreading flare kissed against her wet mare lips, Felicity knew just how bad she wanted this.

"That's it Lucious," Felicity moaned as her hips pushed back against Lucious' invading member, "be my first stallion."

"Of course Zenith," Lucious nickered in her ear. "Just relax and let my introduce you to the real you."

It was strange and torturous to be in a state of depending on Lucious' fantasy for her pleasure. Celdepah would give her what she desired, when she demanded it, but if she started ordering Lucious around in his current state then there was the real risk she'd break his delusion. She'd have to be patient; something she wasn't good at.

"Your insides are so warm," Lucious moaned as he unknowingly slid his cock into Felicity's marehood.

"I'm just so eager," Felicity said as Lucious pushed deeper into her body, his cock sliding over her paw until the opening of his sheath was rubbing against her palm. "I've been waiting for this for so long."

Lucious grabbed the dock of Felicity's tail in a firm grip and gave his hips a buck, pushing so his ball now rested on Felicity's paw.

"Then we'd better get started," Lucious said as he nibbled on Felicity's ear. "You have a lot to catch up on."

Kitty felt the burning in her muscles that told her she'd been running for hours. The forest had given way to farmland, and as she ran through the fields of wheat she got the feeling that the commandos had given up the pursuit altogether. No one was flying in the sky above, so they had either lost her trail, or halted their pursuit. Either was good for her. The problem now was; she was completely lost. She never really went this far from Balazaar without one of the other Rangers, and when she was alone she always made sure to keep the castle in sight. Kitty was certain that Balazaar was somewhere behind her, but she'd gone so far that it wasn't obvious in which direction the city was. Daylight would make getting back easier, but dawn was a few hours away and she needed somewhere to rest in the meantime. Her body was starting to ache from the wounds and injuries she'd suffered, and the fatigue of her escape. It was likely that there would be a farmer's cottage nearby and a barn where she could hide for the night. A few hours of sleep and a bearing back towards Balazaar was she needed.

A break in the wheat and a set of cart tracks told Kitty that a farmer lived nearby and the smell of horses gave her a direction.

With what stamina she had left, Kitty made a silent approach towards the farmer's barn and snuck up into the loft where a pile of hay quickly became her bed.

Felicity couldn't help herself. Somehow, this out of shape stallion had more sexual stamina than any other equine. Lucious had already cum twice this evening (to her knowledge), but here he was fucking her with the vigour of a teenage colt. Except unlike an inexperienced teen; he hadn't blown his load in the first fifteen seconds, or in the last five minutes. He was well and truly lost in his fantasy of fucking her brother and it seemed like his intention was to make it a special first time.

And here she was, nickering and whinnying like a filly during her first time. Somehow he'd driven her to at least one orgasm, and now she was on the way to a second one.

She never had it this easy. It had always been a battle to reach her orgasms. The orders, the commands, the authority. Maintaining all that kept her mind focused on so many other things that she always had trouble focusing on her own pleasure, but with Lucious off in a fantasy about fucking her brother, all Felicity had to worry about was her own pleasure.

"Harder Lucious," Felicity managed to beg. "I want to feel your hot seed filling my body."

"Of course Zenith," Lucious said as he leaned forward and nuzzled Felicity's mane. "Time you learnt what it feels like to have a stallion filling you."

Lucious bit the crest of her mane with an enthusiasm that Felicity hadn't expected. Others had bitten her crest before, but Lucious bit down with a force that made her realise the others had been holding back.

And finally she could feel the spreading flare of a stallion nearing orgasm, opening her out as she waited for the large load he was about fill her with and giving her the foal she needed. She couldn't restrain herself and before she felt Lucious' hot load spilling into her, she was hit with her second orgasm without warning and it turned her into a whinnying mess. It felt so unnatural to everything she'd done; but now, as her delirious, gay fiancee tightened his bite, thrust so his flare was nearly kissing the opening to her womb and began to whinny triumphantly, he unloaded his seed into her under the false impression that he was claiming her brother's tailhole.

This was, by far, the best sex she'd ever had.