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"But sire, you must take a servant." Garth rode beside the young lord and persisted to recite tradition. "You are

royalty, you are not supposed to do a civilian's work. Why will you not choose a servant?"

"Why must I choose my servant? All my life I have been assigned one, why now must I be the one to choose?"

"It is tradition, when a child of the royal family turns 19, he or she must choose his or her own servant. For their

services to said child, that servant will share in the extended vitality and youth all members of the royal family

have coursing through their blood. I don't understand why you will not choose one? There are many among the

anthropomorphic races that would kill to be your servant if only to live for many times the years they would

normally live."

The young panther sighed at the lion's words and continued his ride down the rocky path, the horse stumbling

for a moment on a loose stone. It was a hot afternoon and Prince Sen had decided to forgo his usual Saturday

afternoon activities for a ride along his favorite route to admire the landscape.

Garth was the royal family's adviser and Sen's tutor, usually by his side, constantly lecturing and teaching the

young prince, preparing him for the day he took the throne in his father's place.

As the two riders rose over a rise in the path, laughter and cries of joy could be heard from a resting area not too

far down the hill. This area was heavily populated by large shrubbery and dotted with only a few trees; to the

right of the riders was the ocean at the bottom of a tall cliff about 200 meters away.

"Human children no doubt, from the colony nearby." Garth said. Turning behind him, the lion spoke to the

Prince's personal guard, "I doubt children are going to attack the Prince, stay your hands." The royal guards

were known for being a little rash when it came to the protection of the royal family and often needed reminders

that action was not needed.

The pandas looked at each other and frowned at their premature scolding. Following the path, the four turned

a corner and came into view of a small clearing in the bushy landscape just off the path. Prince Sen, Garth and

both guards stopped dead and looked in both shock and awe at the sight.

Several children, little older than eight, were all seated on the dusty ground. Most of the children were human,

and a couple were anthros, all were male. They cried and howled at the figure in front of them, a dark skinned,

slender figure with long black hair. The human girl wore a tight, white top that clung to her figure, stopping just

below her breasts. Her chest was fully exposed, the fabric running down from her shoulders to a deep dip

between her breasts showing much cleavage. A short white and very loose skirt adorned the girl's hips; the

length of the skirt dropped no lower than her round butt.

She moved sexually giving the children a show that would have made even some adults blush. Wearing no

underwear, her full, dark skinned folds were placed on display for all. The anthros watched from a short

distance as the human girl flung her hips to the sides, flicking up the skirt, pushed her hips and waist out in

front of her and bending over to present a view from behind that would make a gay man's penis rise.

Sliding her hands up the inside of her thighs, round to the front and up to her waist, lifting the skirt with them,

brought screams of joy from the young boys watching.

"Her." Sen said simply.

"What?" Garth asked.

"I want her."

"Prince Sen, she's human." The lion looked at the young prince in shock.

"So?" Sen looked at his mentor.

"May I remind you what the humans nearly did to this planet? The gods gave us this form and power in order to

maintain and protect the nature of this planet from their ways."

"Must you recite and entire class' lesson each time you remind me of something?" Sen looked at the lion

adamantly and continued his words "You said I must choose a servant, yet when I choose, you object? Tradition

says I may choose from anyone that resides within the kingdom of my family, does she not live inside our

borders?"

Garth only sighed at his words and motioned the pandas to approach the clearing.

"No." Sen stopped the guards. "Let her be for now."

"Very well." Garth said "Follow her when she is done here, after she returns home, inform her family of her new

duties and bring the girl to the castle."

"Harm her and you lose your heads." Sen warned.

"What then if she resists?" one of the armored pandas asked.

"Then send word and I will deal with the matter myself." Sen found this human girl provocative, arousing, bold

and strong willed; he wanted to get to know her more, and if this was how it had to be done, then this is how

it would be done.

The four anthropomorphs watched with rising body parts as the girl flashed herself to the young children

frequently. Soon she found herself getting worn out and sat down; one of the children asked her a question

and the dark skinned beauty nodded her head and smiled. Sitting on the edge of the wooden seat, the girl lay

back and spread her legs, lifting the short skirt over her waist. The children formed a line with excited screams

and began to lick the thick folds between the girls legs. Each boy licked her only once before taking a position

at the back of the line. The line moved quickly as each child wanted to lick the pussy of this hypnotic dancer

again as soon as possible.

"Humans, such sinful creatures." Garth muttered to himself. Sen just looked at the lion.

"I'm in no position to judge, so I am not going to; but I should warn you, having a human, a female human no

less, as your servant is going to bring controversy to your name and may even cost you your right to the

throne." Prince Sen frowned at Garth's words and spurred his horse to turn around.

"I have made my decision, we should inform my father." Sen didn't wait for a response and rode purposefully

back up the path they'd come down.

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Screams of delight could be heard down the stone walls of the hallway that led to the throne room. Sen knew the

high pitched voice behind those screams and scowled viciously. Before pushing open the wooden double

doors to the throne room, the young prince turned to the lion following him and growled.

"You speak of sin in humans when my father is in there fucking my sister on the very throne that stand for

right and just in this kingdom?"

"It is not my place to judge-"

" But you do judge, I see it in your eyes!" Taking a deep breath, Prince Sen quelled the rage building

inside and pushed into the throne room.

Screams of joy filled the large empty hall as the white furred body of Victoria bounced merrily up and down on

her father's lap. The albino panther was 16 and very attractive with short white hair and eyes as pale as snow.

Sounds of creaking wood mixed with the joyous screams as Sen opened the wooden double doors of the throne

room and marched in. His father glanced over the shoulder of his daughter's left shoulder and welcomed him.

"Senthius, come in. How has your day been?" The stocky panther smiled at his son who's blood boiled as he

stood watching his father desecrate the temple between his sister's legs. Taking a deep breath, the young

prince spoke.

"I am here to inform you... father, that I have chosen my servant." It was everything the young panther could do

to restrain himself in the presence of his father's activities.

"Good. Then tomorrow I will officially declare you my heir. Who is she? A panther? A tiger perhaps?" Dorian

placed his right hand on his daughter's left breast as her screams grew louder.

"She's a human." Sen said simply.

"She's a..." The king growled and lifted slightly on the throne as he unloaded his seed into his daughter while

she cried out with orgasmic pleasure. After a moment, the two settled and Sen's father continued.

"A human?" Dorian's tone was that of distaste and shame. Victoria lifted herself off her father's lap and drifted

happily towards one of the smaller doors at the side of the great hall. The king growled at his son.

"Very well. Technically, tradition allows such a thing. But know this, I do not approve. If she accepts her

duty, the ceremony will take place at noon tomorrow, now get out of my sight."

With the matter settled, Prince Sen turned and left the hall in a steaming mood.

"She has arrived Prince Sen." Garth said as he followed the enraged panther.

"Bring her to my chambers, I wish to speak to her alone." Sen attempted to bury the anger raging through his

blood, there was no need for it just yet.

Inside his chamber, Sen changed from his royal robes into some loose shorts; the air flowing through the open

window was warm, so he left off his shirt. A knock on the door followed by Sen's approval to enter brought about

the first true meeting of panther-prince and mistress-servant to be. The girl wore exactly what she wore earlier at

the clearing and stood before Sen without the slightest ounce of shyness.

"My name is Alira." The dark skinned girl stated promptly.

"That's a very nice name." Sen nodded to the girl, "No doubt you have been given some instructions has to

how to act around me, forget them." Alira looked at the panther curiously.

"I assume you know why you are here?" The panther asked.

"I hear that I am to be your personal servant." The girl spoke boldly and without reserve.

"That is what I would like. Of course, the choice is up to you, this position is not one of slavery, more image

than anything else. Your duties, should you accept the position," Prince Sen stood and walked about the room,

admiring his guest "will be to carry out tasks that I wish of you."

"What kind of tasks?"

"Basically, you will be 'required' to stand at my side and jump if I ask you to. Of course there will be nothing

un-reasonable like taking a life. In exchange for your services, you will share in the gift of youth that all

members of the royal family have."

"It sounds like a rather comfortable life." Alira was beginning to relax as she glanced around the large room.

"May I get to know my prince better before I decide to accept his offer?"

"Of course you may. The title may imply a position of work, but I prefer to look at it as more of a friendship.

Please, sit down." Sen motioned towards the double bed and Alira took a seat.

For several hours, the two conversed and got to know each other better; before long, all tension and unease

was gone and they laughed and talked together as though they had known each other for centuries.

"I have a request." Sen stated abruptly. Alira looked at him and waited patiently for him to continue. "I want to

see you dance."

"Dance?"

"Yes, the way you did for those children earlier today." Alira caught her breath.

"It's ok, I won't tell anyone. Your 'sinful' acts were minor, hardly worth causing a riot over, you may continue

to dance for them if you wish too, but right now, I'd very much like a personal show."

Alira stood up, her mind ticking over.

"You're a perverted panther, do you know that?"

"Is that a yes?" Sen asked playfully.

"Alright, I'll dance for you." Alira yielded and took up a position in the middle of the open space at the end of the

bed. Sen reached for a small black remote on the bed-side table and pointed it to a black cylindrical device

standing on a chest of draws behind Alira. A light on top of the small black device glowed blue and a flat

holographic image appeared. The image showed a list and Sen used the remote to select something on it.

After a moment, provocative music began to play from small speakers that were placed around the room.

"There, can't have you dancing to silence."

Alira smiled and began to move her body. Sen sat on the side of his bed and watched as the dark skinned figure

moved slowly, shifting her body sexually. After taking a wide stance, Alira dipped her body down, the now cool

air of the room feeling nice on her naked skin under the very short skirt. Standing once again, she rippled her

body, flicking her hips forward making the skirt fly up and reveal the full lips of her very dark brown pussy that

was smooth and hairless. With her eyes closed, Alira dipped again, this time deeper and ran her hands from her

knees up the inside of her thighs, under her skirt and upwards over her torso, running her fingers over her pussy

that was beginning to drip.

Swaying her hips from side to side, the dark brown figured stood slowly, running her hands over her upper body,

over her breast and up over her throat as she leaned her head back letting her long black hair hang behind her.

While swiveling her hips around, allowing another view of her pussy under the short skirt, Alira grasped her

breasts in her hands and then pulled her top over her head and threw it on the floor. Her breasts were full and

round with very dark brown nipples.

The 17 year old girl caught a glimpse of the erection in the panther's shorts and walked over to him, took his

hand and pulled him up to dance with her. Though Sen did little more than stand there, Alira made him a part of

her display. She rippled her body again and again, getting closer to the prince with each forward thrust of her

hips. With her legs spread wide, the girl dipped her body a third time and pulled down the prince's shorts, letting

loose his thick penis from it's baggy prison.

Alira ran her tongue along the underbelly of Sen's shaft only once as she rose, rubbing her bust through his fur

and the tip of his erection over her bare chest and between her breasts. Taking a step back, the dark skinned

beauty ran her hands up her thighs, lifting her skirt to present her full bodied pussy then rubbing both her hands

over it and even slipping a finger inside.

Sen stepped forward, his shorts around his ankles; Alira snapped out of her dancing and stopped the prince in

his tracks.

"I only agreed to dance for you, nothing more."

Frowning, Prince Sen pulled up his shorts up and returned to sitting on the side of his bed. With the erotic

display over, Alira looked at the panther.

"So, where does the prince's personal servant sleep?"

"There's room in my bed." Sen said half playfully. Alira looked at him accusingly.

"Am I to be your servant or your mistress?"

"I'd very much like it if you were both, but if you only wish to take the position of servant, I will not force you."

Sen spoke seriously and Alira thought for a moment at what he'd said.

"Very well, as long as it is my choice, I will accept your proposal."