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Robbing Royalty, First Attempt

For SuperDuperDog

By Draconicon

Morris had long-since reached the end of his legally-gotten gains, and that pushed the wolf to two different occupations: he could try selling himself, or he could try selling things that belonged to other people. All things considered, he rather preferred the latter, considering the former required too much work and often led him to people that were rather asshole-ish in nature. The wolf preferred his own company, save for a select few that offered him the sort of pleasures that he really wanted.

That said, he knew a few people from before his time as a thief, and they had been spared his...proclivities, since. That could only last for so long, however, and eventually, he was forced to choose one of them to steal from.

That particular someone happened to be Prince Saunak of the country Aparajita. Well-past the reach of most western law enforcement, the semi-mystical country had a reputation for odd things, magical items, and artifacts that would be bought for royal prices in the west, or could be ransomed back for even more. Morris knew that Prince Saunak, one of the hardest partiers in the country, would be less likely to guard his own goods than the other members of the royal family, and had assumed that he would be an easy mark.

The wolf, for once, assumed wrong.

Morris slammed the door behind him, his eyes wide as he leaned against it. The thief in him regretted slamming the door; his common sense told him that there was no chance in hell that anyone had heard that over the sound of the party in the other room.

"Did I...actually see that?"

The wolf wasn't sure. He knew that his old contact - a friend that he had made while on vacation, during a rather...sensual resort experience - was someone that enjoyed the company of other males, but this...

He couldn't resist. Morris turned, opening the door a crack to see if he really had seen what he thought he had.

The large room on the other side of the door was filled with dancing, swaying men. Most of them were naked, too, with only transparent silks here and there to be seen, and the rest of their attire little more than accessories such as ankle bands and cock rings. He stared at elephants, horses, rhinos, and more, the biggest species that could be found all throughout the chamber, each one swaying their hips to keep at least a little motion in their cocks. Massive members ranging from a minimum of eight inches long and running right up to a foot and a half all swayed like weighted metronomes, and sometimes rose up to do more than sway.

In the center of the room was the prince himself, the mongoose sitting impaled on two large horse cocks. The prince showed no shame or discomfort as he rolled himself along their cocks, pulling them together almost as if they were walking sex toys for him. Perhaps they were; he had no idea how the prince managed it, regardless.

Morris was proud of his own skills with other men, but this was...excessive, even for him. The idea of taking two huge horse cocks like that up his own ass, feeling them under his tail...

The wolf could feel his cock starting to twitch, rising in his silken disguise, and he knew better than to keep watching. He slowly pulled the door shut, shaking his head.

Still, he had a bit of a predicament, now. The main chamber was the only way through to the rest of the stairwell. He would have to cross it to continue his climb up the tower to the more wealthy rooms at the top, and there was no getting across the chamber without being seen. Clearly, he didn't quite have the meat down there to match up with the rest of the prince's well-endowed harem, but...

Well, he was dressed as a servant. He might be able to pull off an excuse of being sent to retrieve something from the upper levels, provided that the prince didn't recognize him from their previous encounter. He doubted that Saunak would; the mongoose didn't seem to have eyes for anything that wasn't big, thick, and phallic. If it wasn't for the fact that they had been dancing for the same men in the past, he doubted that he would have ever had the chance to know the prince in the first place.

Adjusting the semi-transparent silks he wore, the white wolf collected himself, huffing out through the mouth to clear the smell of sex from his nose, and pushed the door open again. This time, he walked with purpose across the room, passing between the swaying cocks - men, men! - and making his way to the other side of the chamber.

He was halfway there when the prince waved at him.

"Oh, my, my. Could it be? My fellow dancer?"

...Well...so much for that plan.

He turned slowly, forcing a smile on his face that he knew didn't quite work. Morris bowed his head.

"Your Highness."

"Morris, old friend. My fine friend. My most-unfilled friend. What are you doing here? And dressed, of all things."

"It is more common to be dressed than undressed, Your Highness," the wolf said. "Now, if you'll excuse me -"

"Excuse you? Why, I could hardly allow an old friend to go without a gift."

"And what gift might that be?"

Not something that would cover all his debts, he was sure, but there was the possibility that it might be a start. And he could take it and just go, coming back in a day or two to try again. Maybe with rope this time. Yes, definitely rope.

"My harem is quite needy today. Allow me to gift you their attention."

A heavy, all-too-firm hand fell on his shoulder, and Morris had a moment of both fearing for the sake of his asshole and feeling a great deal of anger for his traitorous erection. Was this envy? Surely not, he had no need to be envious. It was merely frustration at being distracted from his goal.

"I - well, thank you, Your Highness, but I have no need of - ah!"

He was lifted off his feet without further warning, smooth aquatic hands gripping his hips. He had just enough time to look over his shoulder to see an orca standing there, big and shimmering, black and white, before he felt just how hung the big guy was, the thick head of a thicker shaft pressing up between his cheeks, right in the gap between the underthings of his silks and the leggings that he had decided to wear.

It got worse, however, as the slithering thing pushed up between the cheeks and right against his hole. He gasped at the heat of it, somehow warmer than the torturous weather of this country, and gasped as it managed to push -

Squelch.

Right into him. The wolf's legs trembled as he was pulled down, the shaft sheathed inside him without a word. He groaned, a low whimper coming from his throat as his cock rose up to press against the sheer silks that barely covered it. Streaks of pre-cum stained it, dirtying his outfit.

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, yes, Hala takes a little getting used to, but surely, you have experience with bigger men?"

"Ah...nnngh..."

He did, but not this fast, and not with this kind of audience. He was still straining himself as the orca yanked him up and pulled him down again. The way that it went from thick at the tip to thicker in the middle to thickest at the base felt like a punch going all the way from his ass to his lungs, driving his air right out of him.

At the same time, it pummeled his prostate in a whole new way. He gulped for air every time that it slid out of him, only to wheeze it out in a whimper of pleasure as the sheer girth of the orca's cock all but crushed his pleasure button, grinding down on it the whole way in, reminding his hole how to stretch quickly. He attempted to squeeze down, but the orca was just using him, lifting and lowering him like a fleshlight, reminding him of the size difference of more than two feet between them.

"Ah, my boys...my men...give him a good showing. And my stallions...let's see if we can add a third to our little mix."

As Saunak lifted one leg over his head, holding it there so that a third horse could come at him from the side, Morris was kept from wondering at the physics of the mongoose's ass as he was pushed down. A thick dick, a thick, musky dick was shoved right in his face. He barely had the chance to look up to see the horn of a rhino waiting overhead before he had his hair pulled, his head drawn back, and -

"Mmmph..."

The thick head of that shaft pressed against his tongue, weighing it down and keeping him from tending to it in the slightest. That didn't seem to bother the big guy, though, because he just rammed in, thrusting all the way to the back of the wolf's throat and then further, grinding down his neck. He could feel the flaring head against his neck, pushing out, bulging his throat from the sheer size of it.

Thrust. Slam. Hilt. The sudden thrust from the rhino pushed him back, making his ass cheeks press flush against the orca's hips. He felt like his insides were being vacuum packed, particularly as the orca started pulling back, and the rhino did the same. It felt like their cocks were the two fingers in the finger trap that was his body. He groaned, he moaned, and he felt his cock spitting pre-cum onto the floor.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could just make out the mongoose getting that third flare past his asshole, and wondered how the hell Saunak was still giving coherent commands to his men. What was that mongoose made of?

Then it didn't matter. He was surrounded by his two males, and they were getting a line behind them, getting ready for their turn if the mongoose prince didn't call them over. He was going to be gangbanged to hell and back.

And he was more than likely going to love it. Fucking mongoose.

The End

Summary: Morris goes thieving in the wrong palace, and ends up being part of the entertainment for the mongoose prince's harem.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Royalty, Harem, Gangbang, Spitroasting, Orca, Rhino, Wolf, Stallion, Mongoose, Prince Saunak, Anal, Size Difference, Oral, Multiple Penetration,