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"It's very real; absolutely indistinguishable from my arena gulley plan 'Curse 42-Epsilon,'" King Gohrig said as he paced about the austere, echoing stone box of his battle room, "I can see you've done your research. And the Amazons have signed off on this?"

"At first glance, m'lord," Ryoga said with a bow, his tail secretly waving underneath his cape.

"That General Athena's quite canny; I'm glad we've inducted her tribe. So this is how they'll prove themselves?"

"They insist upon it, father," Ryoga said, striding up beside the older, taller wolf. Ryoga's brassy baritone bounced against the quartz columns. Beyond Gohrig's angular golden epaulet and crimson mantle, the young Prince saw the King's lips draw taut. Ryoga smiled in response; he knew what the gesture meant. "With all the ... indulgences they've enjoyed, they feel indebted to demonstrate their capabilities. Outside of the sack, I mean ... so we can thenceforth enjoy each other without pause."

King Gohrig's eyebrow lifted, tilting his crown. He flung a paw out at the map, his cape unfurling like a bat's wing. Beneath which emerged a lithe female fennec servant, having crept into the room while the two proud lupines barked at each other. "But what of the area? It's untamed; a borderland with which Jahaliya fumbles with glancing fingertips."

"There are many local dangers, Ryoga," Sylvia added from behind the two. The agile fennec had slipped in front of the pair of wolves and eagerly hefted their exposed testicles with practiced paws. Prince Ryoga cleared his throat as his shaft cleared its sheath, looking over his shoulder at Harem Matron Sylvia. Her prudish smirk twisted his gut in ways that the sight of her buxom, naked breasts worked to straighten out: Ryoga tried to bow and wound up with his sultry pink cock in a small vulpine mouth. The fennec servant's other paw pulled at the larger wolf's manhood.

Sylvia grinned at her wolf Prince as he gave her a nod. "Continuing, sire," she said as her eyes skirted to the wall, scanning over the blown-up war map and a few administrative charts, rosters and graphs, "Your father has observed that this _overgrowth_of hostile locals may interfere with the exercise."

"They're a stubborn, cowardly bunch: I'm not concerned for the safety of any of my subjects," King Gohrig said as he pulled the other end of the fennec up to his stiff cock, "but for the sake of decorum, you should place this in a more controlled environment."

With that, he pulled the fennec's rump against his hips. His thick shaft slid into her slick, engorged labia and Ryoga waddled to straighten their train out; his knot was trapped against the back of her modest fangs.

"Everything is under control," he said as he grabbed her large ears and thrust down her throat, "General Athena was most thorough with the site specifications."

"It's perfect on paper," Sylvia said, tossing a paw up to the flock of diagrams. She purred loudly as she beheld Prince and King fucking the lovely fennec from front and back, working her like a hydraulic pump. The lioness grinned when the fox's knees shuddered. "But I see it being better in real life."

***

Ryoga was tossed back into the coach when he tried to follow the King and Queen. The wolf bounced once against the plush cushions, and their fennec servant tried to stroke his chest. The wolf quickly bounded up by his booted feet and rushed to the door, but King Gohrig seized him by the scruff of his chest and held him fast.

"For an honored diplomat and heir to the throne, you're acting like a cub," he snarled.

"But to stay behind, m'lord? That is my tribe that I have enamored, it is my Harem participating, and I practically have a wife in their queen!"

"You do, or does Sylvia?" Gohrig asked, his bicep bulging as Ryoga struggled against him. "You were practically their puppy; don't make such lofty claims."

"Father!"

"Do you see? You _need_the weight of a crown. You are playing the role of King in this battle," he continued, letting Ryoga's boots touch the ground, "and as King, you must stay where it is safe from battle. You're still in reserve should things go badly."

King Gohrig released the Prince, and turned back to their crowd as Ryoga restored his chest's tangled fur and hopefully, his dignity. Around them awaited Sylvia, her lover Horace, their bull trainer Sarge, and the Prince's Harem of buxom female warriors; as well as a couple new faces that wore on their bodies the same crimson colors of the King himself. One was Brohan with a rider's crop and a whip hanging from his harness, and the other was a lion with dark fur that did not reflect much sun. His face bore the grimace of gargoyles, and around his neck hung the teeth of every species there, and thirty more not in attendance. Ryoga recoiled at the lion; Gohrig strode past him.

The floor was Gohrig's, as was the entire kingdom. "Your Harem's deeds have impressed me in the past," he said as he strode to Sylvia and grasped her chest, spiking his palms on her thick erect nipples, "and as newcomers so you've the kingdom's best impartial judges for this exercise you and your Amazon jungle sluts have proposed."

The swarthy wolf King removed one of his paws from his subject's breasts and thrust it to the leopard on the border of the group. "You know Brohan," he said, and then he switched paws. "And this is Sumbara, from the Veldtlands. We'd responded to a distress call their kingdom had issued us, and found him in the company of enemy corpses when we arrived. His brothers had fled. He now seeks a kingdom of true brotherhood."

The dark lion stepped into the center of the group, bowed to the Jahaliyan King, then swung out to address the others. "I'm here for battle and pleasure, both of which your gleaming silk banners advertise in large pornographic portraits. If this musky squad of man-eating Myscindryan prisses that you call 'sluts' and 'warriors' fail their challenge, I'll make them champions of roles suiting them," he said, jingling his necklace of teeth.

Prince Ryoga's eyes flared as Sumbara sprayed braggadocio like piss. Sylvia noticed and suppressed a smile. King Gohrig clapped his paws and pushed between them. "Yes, all very good. And by position of the sun," he said, craning his muzzle skyward, "Our new warriors should be here... ah, perfect."

Just on cue and just on schedule, an airship burst from the treeline and glided over the Jahaliyan city, completing over the course of a few anxious minutes a clean approach and landing out in the empty courtyard beyond. The Jahaliyans made their way to the Myscindyr brigade, a line of guards rolling out the airship's gangplank and saluting as their guests and thralls set paw on royal soil.

The wolf King's cock was as straight as his back as he met the Amazon General at the base of the gangplank. The buxom bunny warrior, proudly wearing nothing but a brush helmet, harness, cape, a scabbard, thigh boots and a smile, bowed to him.

"Greetings, my Liege," she said, "I and the rest of Myscindyr are here, naked warriors eager to serve you."

She bowed, giving the pre-beaded tip of his spade-tapered cock a friendly kiss. The King's paw glided up, stroking her ears on either side of her brush helmet. With a jerk, the wolf knocked the decorated warrior's helmet to the ground and pulled her muzzle to his groin. She blushed wildly in her ears, pulling at the hot skin. What wild and fortuitously useful ceremony this was: her nethers grew hot as he publicly took her.

"Here and now? You do me great honors; shall I suck the royal cock?"

"Hush," Gohrig said as he pushed her muzzle into his sac, giving into his flaring lust. Her groan was muffled against his musky groin, and her knees shivered. The proud warrior, in the middle of two dozen experienced eyes and rapidly awaking libidos, happily surrendered. King Gohrig snapped his fingers over one shoulder. "My Prince, if you would finish my administrations."

Ryoga nodded, grunting as his own wolfhood throbbed, and adjusted the silver circlet on his brow. The Amazons and Jahaliyans vacated the gangplank as King Gohrig began to face-fuck their General. As the King's gyrations began, the Prince caught a knowing wink from Athena even as she savored her Liege''s attributes

Hmm, thought Ryoga, I wonder who is really getting fucked with now. So be it; if I have to stay behind as King for this exercise, let Father figure it out.

Out from the Amazons came the jaguar ice-mage, blushing as a particularly lewd slurp reached her ear. "I shall finish your administrations, my General." She smiled and curtsied before Prince Ryoga.

"It's good to see you in proper regal form, my Liege," she said to him as her eyes unconsciously drifted to his phallus. "Though between you and me, your collar and leash would have awakened the appetite of the dead."

Ryoga belted out a volley of laughs, his teeth gleaming in the sun as he threw his head back. "Between you and the entire kingdom! That shall be a treat for whoever claims the Poacher Queen, and if peace perhaps covers the land. Apologies, but I favor the chains of royal duty for now. So then. Your wargames?"

The ice-mage nodded, tail twitching as her General behind her lusciously grunted around a hefty rod of meat. "My name is Ijs, rhymes with 'geese,' as we've not been properly introduced, but my General briefed me on the ride over. If there are no more pleasantries, the rest of us should proceed to the temporary barracks at the game site."

"Furnished as requested; the area is some miles off to the Southwest. Airship travel would be difficult."

"Our warriors need to stretch their legs anyway," Ijs said. Her ears flipped backwards as Athena let out a muffled mewl, and Gohrig growled low. Ryoga looked over Ijs' shoulder and grinned: the wolf King's cock audibly popped out of the bunny's wet mouth and erupted over her face, spackling her whiskers, cheeks, and ears with heavy ribbons of lupine cum. Athena licked at the bounty, then snapped her helmet up and stood straight. Her face playfully displayed her King's lust as it dripped luridly.

"Quite right! Myscindryans, march!" she shouted, and Ryoga watched as General Athena and the rest of her legion slid out into the jungle at a rapid pace. Ijs nodded knowingly, grinning, then brought up the rear. The wolf Prince licked his lips as he watched the jaguar's plump, firm butt jiggle. The Amazons marched just so: it was formal, but an extra bounce in their step lent a subtle maxim of jiggle to their tits.

The wolf Prince's footpaw clawed the ground: he could tackle that jaguar and delay her a good ten, fifteen minutes. Sylvia saw this as well, saw him pawing at the ground, and wagged a finger at him as she walked past and joined the Amazons. The lioness waltzed right beside the mage and threw her arm around her, playfully squeezing her breasts.

"Sire, where is_your Harem?" an aide asked Ryoga, a young male otter with a heavy tail. The wolf shrugged and turned around, heading back to the palace with an unsatisfied erection. "Already there, setting up the barracks. I'll be ... actually, come with me. I have a _special mission for you."

***

Sarge, Brohan, and Sumbara beat the Amazons to base camp, who didn't see them pass their hundred-woman troupe. The bull, lion, and leopard were rock hard as the Amazons emerged from the forest, watching their curvaceous, sweaty forms bounce with each synchronized step. Brohan stepped forward, riding crop cradled behind his back and sticking out past the other arm.

"You'll see your arrangements are all in order," he said. Around them were many palace staff members pulling tight the knots of tent ropes and cleaning the foam blades of their practice weapons. A few peons, both male and female, hooted and howled at the sexy visitors, even shooting a few wolf-whistles their way. General Athena aimed her glare at the closest servant, a young male fox, and he immediately went silent. The rest calmed down shortly after.

Natasha quickly emerged from one of the tall ornate tents, the wolftaur Tarreg lolloping behind her. The rabbit, decked out in a tight black harness, thigh-high boots, and a short cape, curtsied before the General. Athena tweaked her nipples and made the Harem Slut squeal.

"Ah! So glad to see you again, Madame General ... are your women ready for a rousing battle?" she asked.

"Always," she said, "and especially now."

"You're looking fine as always, you could turn the stiffest prude into a cunning linguist, and ... " the Harem rabbit paused, her mouth rudely hanging open. "I beg pardon, but is ... that dried cum on your face?"

"The _King's_semen, Slut," she beamed.

Natasha stammered, her paw flying to her face. With a stomp of her foot, she regained her resolve. "You make a native very jealous, Myscindryan! I'll tell our warriors to try even harder."

"Perhaps I've already won. After all, the opening moves went well." Athena grinned, then slipped past the perplexed rabbit and headed to her tent.

Natasha glared at the back of Athena's head as the decorated rabbit left her, then she shook her head. Sylvia was standing before her, smiling, having followed behind the General as best she could. Natasha saw how heavily her breasts heaved, and politely smiled at her Harem Matron. Behind Natasha, Tarreg let out a loud snuff that breezed through her fur.

"Quite a pace those Amazons keep, isn't it?" she asked.

"Oh, it was nothing," the lioness responded a bit too quick, "just marching double-time through miles of rough brush. Practically a morning jog, really!"

"I couldn't have gotten here faster, marm!" Tarreg piped up. Both of the wolftaur's cocks were rigid and twitched when he walked. "It's good to see you so hot and swea--I mean, it's good to see you again!"

Both the females looked at him with open-mouthed grins, then laughed when their eyes travelled down to his red-hot pikes.

"Goodness, are you always this unfiltered, soldier?" Sylvia asked, her arms akimbo on round hips. She admired his firm, furry body with subtle sweeps of her eyes.

"Only in the presence of such warrior magnificence, marm."

Sylvia nodded. "Very well. I like an honest boy."

Tarreg's mouth dropped open and Natasha reached up to close it. "Yes, but a lady also likes an air of mystique," she told him, then faced Sylvia. "Ms. Harrington, you obviously heard General Athena. What'd she mean by "'Opening moves?' That wasn't just a clumsy reference to the royal facial, was it?"

Sylvia laughed, hand to her heart, over her breast. Her lioness tail lashed behind her. "Goodness, no! Well not just! You're such a sharp girl."

"Thank you," Natasha interrupted with a curtsy.

"Bent knees are meant for better things, my dear. Anyway: what aftermath you saw was Athena getting into the Jahaliyan's minds by a slick, simple seduction of their King. Even under the Goddess' Blessing, our King is 'only furry' if he can be diverted by a (rather dextrous) tug on his balls!"

"Ah. Sneaky witch."

Sylvia shrugged. "That's the name of the wargame. And on top of that, she's meddling with the King's expectations. No doubt she won't come easily."

"Not without a good licking!"

"Dearie, are you still speaking of the wargame?"

***

"I'm sorry, but there's no spectators. This is the Jahaliya-Myscyndria wargame. You weren't looking to trade, are you?" Corsi asked a group of heavily-robed female strangers that approached her on the game's grounds. It was the morning of the wargame, and the servants were fast at work collapsing the Jahaliya tent. Soldiers male and female grumbled as they brushed their fur down and dragged their weapons behind them.

The head of this group inclined her head so the sunlight illuminated her muzzle. The rabbit licked her buck teeth. "We are neither, Harem Slut," she said in a sonorous baritone.

"Oh!" the otter said with a start, "G-general! For what reason are you...?"

"You remember gossip of Athena's stunt yesterday, do you not?" Sylvia asked, striding out between Jahaliya servants with a grin. She brushed her paws against her thighs, and a pair of male servants slumped behind her, panting and sporting limp, dripping cocks. "For the protection of our soldiers, the Amazons shall bear this clothing as a sort of scoring method. So will our Jahaliyans; we're rushing to find another batch. Clothes are such a rare commodity for our kingdom," she said with a chuckle.

"Ah. Instead of wounds, the players just tear all this silliness to shreds?"

"If we don't do it ourselves," Athena growled as she lowered her hood. "I'd sooner go back to man-eating."

"Don't be crass, General," the lioness snarled. "Or I'll tear your bottom half off right here. Half of Jahaliya's team will run through lava to get to your fluffy bunny tail."

Athena paused, then cleared her throat. "My apologies. But ... I've a question. Speaking of disrobing. A man can disable a man with a tight arm around his neck: this doesn't remove any clothing. How do you score grapples?"

Sylvia smirked, crossing her thick arms so that her tits pressed together. "How else do you get a man--or woman--to submit, General?"

Corsi pursed her muzzle and turned away from the group, clapping her paws loudly as Sylvia delivered a killer personal blow. The decorated soldier, swaddled in a ream of fabric, saluted the Harem Matron and wargame administrator.

" ... understood, Madam. And an orgasm?"

The curvaceous, buxom carnivore flashed her teeth. "Death. They can walk off the field, dripping and bow-legged, or someone can carry them; the essential thing is that they are out for the contest"

Athena's eyes narrowed. This wrangler of Sluts was getting cocky. "You have an orderly game here, Jahaliyan. What happens if we break the rules?"

"Depends on the severity of the infraction," Sylvia shrugged, flipping a paw out. "But fail to keep your company's discipline, General, and you're not going to earn the respect you warriors are striving for.

The General shivered, visibly frowning. "I can do better than that," she said, then with a stomp of her boots pivoted around to her Amazons.

"You heard the Bitch Mistress!" she barked, and her voice echoed throughout the camp. Everyone stopped what they were doing. "Anyone who breaks ranks and costs me my glory is in a world of shit! Stable mucking and latrine maintenance for a year for all offenders! And I'll be in those trenches to make sure you idiots don't embarrass me there, either!"

"Very inspirational," Corsi snarked to the rabbit officer with a dryness belying her species.

"They know the stakes, so let me handle my troop my way." Athena confidently responded.

"They're all yours," Corsi smirked, fishing out a small crystal bauble from a pack on her hip, "But then again, you're all ours."

The otter grinned as the General squared her shoulders against the Harem Slut, but she'd already strutted away. Corsi popped the crystal into her ear and said a quick chant: her whiskers glowed for a brief second. "Eleanor, Tarreg, Tina, Jessica, Nell, Natasha: are we all on?"

There was a crackle and then a cavalcade of answers. Some were more formal than others, but Corsi quickly counted out the number of unique voices that answered her back.

"Good, good; Psy-Comms established, all our referees in place. How's the displacement baubles working? Shields up?"

"Nell's still in the jungle, dear. Remember the wedding?" Sylvia purred.

"Ah, you're right," Corsi said as she pushed through the base camp. A spear fell at her face and she caught it, then tossed it back at the clumsy worker. "That was the old Harem roster. We need more Sluts; side note. Toss in a cunt-boy or a hung girl for kicks. Ms. Harrington; do you want to be on this channel?"

"I'm monitoring troop maneuvers and equipment maintenance from base camp. I'd like the big picture of this exercise."

"Just fine, ma'am. Glad to have you aboard," she said. The young male fox from earlier was bent over a crate of rations. His tail was up and Corsi could see his cute fuzzy sac. The otter slid up behind him and grasped the entirety of his malehood, sheath and balls, with a delightfully invasive paw. He mewled and bent over the chest; Corsi gave the side of his head a kiss and left him half-sprung.

"I'll be watching you, boy-toy. Do your best, and I'll do you mine," she snickered, then walked away; the boy stumbled around with a throbbing hard-on. The otter snapped her paw before her: her claws illuminated. The glow travelled up her arm and enveloped her in a cool, subtle sparkle.

"Talk to me about those displacement fields, cunts. How're they working for you?"

"Corsi, such language!"

"It's a good word, Ms. Harrington, remember? We took it back. Displacement fields?"

"All good!" came a chorus of voices, which were then brought down by a frustrated male grunt.

"I just wish I could have one!" Tarreg complained.

"Ah, yeah, bad news for you and Natty. You know the field's limits; it needs a direct connection to the earth. A meter at max before it quits," she said. The otter walked into the center of the Jahaliya/Myscyndria camp divide--the scrimmage line--and whistled low as she saw the brilliant gold-silk banner strung between the sides. The stitched mural was a fierce, fiery series of Heraldry symbols: Jahaliya was mentioned thrice through its multiple iterations, then there was Myscindrya, and also Cetaes, recently added.

Corsi continued, "So these force fields all you ground-walking referees have are melee/magic/projectile _discouragement_fields. They'll take the sting out. The most important part about them is, of course, penalizing errant wargame behavior. If your shield is damaged by participant warriors, that's a warning, but if someone accidentally breaks it, that's a technical! Send them home. Good?"

"Understood!"

Corsi nodded with satisfaction and turned her crystal off. She stood before the long, stocked rack of safety weapons and had to smirk. The foam and silicone-enshrined weapons--swords, spears, arrows all--were carefully wrapped, but also had some interesting detailing along their shafts and heads that made them resemble a variety of known mammalian and reptilian phalluses.

"Talk about a cock slap," she snickered, then joined Sylvia as she rapidly scrolled through a long rolled form. "You signed off on these? I'll bet one of these penetrates tailhole before one administers a knockout blow."

"Oh, but what if the same thrust accomplishes both?" Sylvia laughed, then primly smiled. "I signed off on these, dear. They not only do the job, but they're also fun to look at. That's a luxury I shan't surrender in any Jahaliyan exercise. I assume you and your referees are ready?"

"Yes'm."

"We'll blow the horn shortly. Once lined up on either side of the banner, the two teams shall run out to their positions and commence maneuvers forthwith. No contact within the two-mile radius around camp."

"Last man standing?"

"Capture the flag, actually."

"Don't tell me the flag is ... "

"An enormous phallus, that one. And it vibrates."

Corsi's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Goddess bless; this gets better by the minute. So what happens if they cross the finish line with the flag waving out of their ass?"

"Then he or she will be made General for such a glorious act," Sylvia answered.

"Or High Jester," Corsi corrected. "So, clothing: if a trooper loses it all, they're out of the game, right?"

"They may lick their wounds, feel ashamed, and pick up after the other warriors."

"If they're on the fields and naked, wouldn't that arouse and distract the other players?"

"Correct. That'll be a test of discipline for the ranks."

Corsi blew through her lips, watching the two sides line up on either side of the gold-silk banner. She leaned her head left and right, and saw that on both Myscindrya and Jahaliya sides, the soldiers' lines were as rigid and straight as the King's own sword. "Any penalty if a referee rubs one out during the festivities?"

"Plenty. Suffer your arousal, Corsi, and consume your little fox-toy once the game is done."

"Yes'm."

Corsi looked up to a raised platform near the banner, which a bat clambered to the top on wings and feet. A brilliant brass horn hung from his back.

"Ah, there's our Herald of Festivities now."

The long, svelte male bat initially hung from the top rung upside down, but then swung up to perch atop it, some seventy feet above the lines of troops wielding their phallic, quivering weapons. When he smiled, the tips of his top fangs hung from his lips, and then he licked his snout with a thin, spearlike tongue. When he lifted the straight, smooth horn, the metal caught the sun and threw shafts of light to the crowd below.

"Bryce," Sylvia whispered to Corsi. "But everyone calls him Horatio because ... "

The bat blew his horn, and the two ranks sprinted out on either side of the banner, down two lined pathways deep into the forest. Natasha and Tarreg took to the sky and saw the blinding headlong rush of the King's team while the Amazons more deliberately marched to their own position.

"You'd better get going," Sylvia chuckled, pinching Corsi's plump otter butt. The warrior jumped, then stumbled back into a rhythmic trot along with the Amazon team.

***

Natasha and Tarreg beat the teams there, and pointed out to each other where the referees were sneaking about: their discouragement fields sparkled. Off in the distance, in the sky, Horatio glided around with his horn clutched in his feet.

The two sides lined up on their marks, Kingdom Jahaliya staggering themselves in serrated rows and Thrallship Myscindrya taking a more curved, seemingly disheveled organization. Some near the back seemed idle.

King Gohrig consciously missed the tactical advantage of a wolftaur on his side as he lowered his paw from his brow. "Do they think this is some sort of picnic? I only see about thirty percent of them; where are the others? We'll defeat them wave-by-wave if they think they can trump Jahaliyan endurance. I'll take on a hundred with my erection alone."

"Doubtless, sire! Shall I put that down as the next wargame?" quipped Sunbara haughtily.

"Don't rule it out," the Wolf King chuckled. "And thanks for volunteering as my shield guard."

"For pussy and glory!" the dark lion cheered.

"And a nasty chafe, if you're not careful," countered Sarge. The bull folded his arms over his hefty chest, then looked up at the King. "Glad to see you back in action, Sire."

***

Ijs tossed her spyglass to the ground and it melted into a puddle of water. "General, it's the classic three-hammer strategy. It's simple and brutish, but coming from an army like _that_we'll need to do our part flawlessly. If they break our shins, the Ox is going to fall."

General Athena shrugged and squared her wide epaulets over her shoulders. "I should feel insulted they'd use a child's strategy. But, if we can't beat Field Tactics 101, they may as well fashion my helmet into a spittoon. Where's the flag?"

"Center bridge."

"Thought so. No wonder they're going hard and fast; capture the all-important bottleneck early."

The jaguar grinned, conjuring a puff of snow in her paw. "As if grabbing the flag is the only part of it. They'll have to hold onto it." She looked out sidelong into the forest, catching quick glimpses of their troops skulking off.

Eleanor wandered into the Amazon half of the fields, and then followed a group that snuck out into the perimeter's overgrowth. The dainty rabbit caught a few dirty glances as she followed this secretive squad, and against them she shrugged and turned the sparkle of her shield down, blending into the forest. She ducked as a hefty horsecock dildo swung over her head, then shot a stern look at the clumsy Amazon.

"That's a warning," she hissed, then turned her crystal back on. The group chatter tumbled into her ear.

"Eleanor, you over on West flank? These girls are pulling me through the weeds!" Tina whispered.

"Same here. I can't see your side, but I'm sensing some major coordination."

"We'll just have to see what happens. There was also a group hanging back; I hope it's not to haul everyone's sorry butts home. Wonder what they're about."

Tina snorted, then leaned out of the treeline to see Jahaliya marching forward in several spread out rows, an intimidating set of tower shields in front with hefty dildo javelins lofted high. Behind them were archers with tapered cock arrows.

"The King's better watch his sides," Natasha whispered to Tarreg, "If they pull this off right, Myscindyr's going to stab them in the ears with a pincer attack."

"And if done poorly," he responded, "Jahaliya will snap those pincers off like twigs."

The Amazon center burst into the main field with only a fraction of the numbers Jahaliya offered. They spilled out onto either side of the wide bridge hosting the veiny, girthy obelisk from which a wide flag waved. Jahaliya filled their side of the bridge like a lava flow, and then saw a good two thirds of its troops stretch around the bridge as they searched for a thin gap over the river to cross.

All the Amazons rushed onto the bridge like water, dashing over the rushing river which shivered and sparked with magical energy.

"I've never seen a stream do that," Bryce remarked as he joined Natasha and Tarreg high above the field. "Should I sound the horn if someone starts drowning?"

"Least of their worries," Natasha snickered, "It's shallow, anyway. That's aphrodisiac that's sending up pink lightning. Goddess help if an opponent is nearby."

"Heh!" the bat chuckled. Tarreg whistled low as a third limb joined the bat's short dangling legs.

General Athena leapt forward and hauled up the flag with two paws. Its shaft was as thick as a young birch, and she swung it with full force at the front row of soldiers. It bounced off one soldier's shield and sent him stumbling into another man. Off-balance, he lost his shirt as a quick Amazon ducked under Athena's mighty log and ripped his uniform from the collar down to the top of his sheath.

This soldier got his revenge with a snapping horizontal strike across her chest, causing both her tits to fall out of her otherwise unharmed tunic. General Athena wound up again and King Gohrig dodged the strike, then put his foot on top of the flag/sword and slashed the bunny across the stomach. Enraged, Athena ripped the flag out from under his paw and wound back with a large, sweeping swing, knocking four Jahaliyans and two Myscindryans into the pink, sparkling water below. The forces of Jahaliya surged forward to pack the bridge, but the Amazons resisted with a slow, frustrated backpedal.

As the two armies crashed into each other, many more bodies toppled off the bridge and into the fizzy water, joining the first six casualties. Clothing caught on the bridge mountings, tearing pants off of men, shirts off women, and in many more humiliating arrangements: once in the water, clothing tore like tissue.

The first few Jahaliyans and two Amazons had already made it to one of the muddy shores, where a male panther grabbed an Amazon fox by the seat of her pants and threw her into the muck, tearing the seat with ease to reveal her thick buns and puffy lips. She fumbled in the dirt for a weapon, but groaned as a rough feline tongue penetrated her sex and rasped along its sensitive walls.

This panther was then shoulder-tackled by an Amazon jackal with one tit hanging out. She tore his pants down to his knees and knotted the drawstring tight, then jammed his sensitive, quivering cock deep into her mouth. A few tugs and the infantryman was out, finishing all over himself as the Amazon pulled his cock free again and sprayed him down with cum. She cheered and the fox tossed her a muddy weapon as they ran off to join other Amazons.

Sumbara beat away a few icy blasts the jaguar mage threw at him, then batted back an errant mass of ice with his pole and smashed it against Ijs's shoulder, freezing her sleeve then shattering it clean off her.

"I know I can melt you, Amazon!" he jeered as he caught her free paw, then threw her over his head into the water. She splashed a few times and moaned as it her nipples instantly stood rock hard, then hurriedly splashed out of the sizzling water before she ripped her clothes off herself.

She hit herself with a blast of cold air to stave off her burning arousal, then spun around to throw a sheet of ice down before the approaching lion. He slipped and fell, and with a quick kick she pushed him back into the aphrodisiac water and giggled as he roared in arousal. His cock burst through the crotch of his pants and a few Amazons jumped on top of him. They being wet as well, the pile in shallow water soon devolved into a multi-fur orgy, with one Amazon squishing her breasts around the dark lion's cock while another straddled him backwards and sucked on the head. He thrust his muzzle into her nethers and his rough tongue mercilessly lapped at her fragrance. Succulent spurts of precum burst against the Amazon's lips--a fox--and ran over the titfucking Amazon's breasts in promising supply.

"Somebody help him!" shouted Gohrig, three fingers deep in General Athena's pussy in a lusty grapple and his thumb pulsing in her rear as he bent her over the bridge. She shouted against him in protest, her legs quaking as sweet, tangy juices ran freely between her thighs and down the wolf's arm. Gohrig's cock strained against his pants, leaving a dark spot at the apex, but he knew that if he plunged it into her tight, warm tailhole it could be his last. "Your sacrifice will not be in vain!"

Natasha gasped into her paws, strong legs tightly wrapped around Tarreg's flanks and the saddle below her sticky with her pre. "Just look at the aggression on both sides! We ... ungh, Tarreg, fly a little rougher ... we should do this every week! Just look at the workout everyone's getting!"

As Tarreg banked into a sharp turn, his thick hindcock smacked the rabbit's ankle. She barked with delight and lusty glee. Tarreg was casually teasing his forecock, but feared at this point that if he came, he'd faint and plummet from the sky. Natasha was about to reach down under him teasingly when a piercing scream sounded from Horatio's horn.

Those who were not wracked in the throes of orgasm, or quickly approaching it, stopped immediately and disengaged their opponents. Cocks, tits, pussies, and pert bubbly rumps all hung unceremoniously from their sundered articles, and those who did not still wield their mighty dildo bats hurriedly recovered discarded ones from the battlefield. If certain weapons were not already deep down someone's orifice, bulging their toned bellies or throats outward, they were utterly lost to the fallen and the falling fast.

"Ogres!" the bat shrieked, and instinctively the Jahaliyans and Amazons formed a wide outward border around those utterly too creamy and busy to care. With a surge of courage and restraint, Sumbara thrust his tongue deep into the fox Amazon's plump slit, choked back a roar as she sprayed down his muzzle and chest, then threw both of the mewling girls off of him as he exploded from the river in a fury, wielding two dildo-bats--one Jahaliyan, one Myscindryan--and an erection hard as both of them combined. The Amazon bat felt heavier for some reason.

These ogres, ugly monstrosities looking like outright horrors against the sexy warriors, burst from the four corners of the forest around them, backing the Jahaliya/Myscindyr ring in on itself. They did not wield any of their 'fun' weapons, but actual ones that were in no state of repair at all: they were jagged, rusty, slipshod sundries, unwilling to cut as much as they desired to rip and shred.

"Look!" King Gohrig shouted as he pulled his sopping paw from the General's nethers, wiping it against her tit with a furtive fondle, "Over the knoll!"

"We have gnolls, too?!"

"No, you fool! The hill!"

General Athena stood on tip-paw, then ran out from under the King and foisted the hefty dildo flag-claymore. King Gohrig was quick behind her, but stopped at his ring of soldiers: the rabbit Athena leaped over them.

"Now, Myscindryans!" bellowed Ijs, dodging Sumbara as he chased after Athena. "Light them up!"

Two Amazons still on the bridge, admirably having kept most of their clothing and their weapons, pulled the heads off the cock-bats to reveal shining steel barrels. They tugged on the weapons' balls and the cocks fired, sending flaming ball projectiles high into the air, one after another. Tarreg, Natasha, and Bryce barked with alarm as these signal rockets screamed into their airspace, threatening to shoot them down like a couple of enemy airships. Tarreg and Bryce dodged with learned experience, but the bat shrieked a curse as a fire-ball glanced the tip of his swinging cock.

"Brohan!" General Athena shouted, dragging her dildo claymore low and blasting an ogre in the balls with an uppercut that sent him flying and yelping. She broke through their lines in a flurry of bodies as Ijs threw sheets and spikes of ice behind her to slow her pursuers.

King Gohrig frowned, scanning over both groups of warriors as he casually bounced his dildo in his paw. Cock wasn't his favorite, he reflected as he palmed the veiny shaft, but it would do in a lonely pinch ... but he was never lonely. "There are still Amazons missing," he mumbled as he scanned the battlefield, "where in Darkness are those lollygaggers?"

The rabbit crested the hill to find the Jahaliyan leopard face-down, rear-up on the field with two dildo bats crammed deep into his rectum, laying in a pool of his own cum. "No!" she cried as she ran up behind him, paw gliding out to the handle.

"Don't do that!" said an Amazon as she emerged from the bushes. She was a younger warrior, a svelte skunk who still bore a quivering innocence in her large eyes. She'd been crying. "They're stuck in there good. I tried, and then the ogres came..."

"Coward," General Athena snarled as she looked over Brohan. Her ears were turned backwards to the cacophony of battle. "Leaving this defenseless man here? You knew this was ogre territory! There's a court-martial in this for you, waif."

Sumbara came up behind them, and upon appraisal of the situation, immediately glared at the girl. Were this man's bedroom eyes half as powerful as the look of hate he gave the young soldier, he could have induced half the Amazon army to cum in their panties before the battle had started. The dark lion lurched forward.

"I'll handle it," General Athena scolded him, pushing him back with a firm paw against his chest. Sumbara turned one-eighty and drew his dildo bats. A squad of ogres was fast approaching, and the small group of conscious Jahaliyans and Myscindryans spread out against them as best they could.

Sumbara took the initiative and leapt forward with a mighty left-hand strike, but an ogre's axe met it readily and buried itself deep in the spongy material, nearly tearing it in half. The shaft broke against the blade and fell like a sawn tree limb. The dark lion cursed himself for his foolishness and released the stuck Jahaliyan blade to weigh down his aggressor's weapon.

His aggressor, however, had a second axe as well as a quick, shorter teammate that burst from the right hand side, wagging a shabby dirk at the warrior as he chased him back to Athena. The rabbit looked behind her quickly and then back at the stretched, stuffed tailhole of the fallen leopard trainer, and gingerly tugged at one of the girthy shafts.

Brohan moaned unconsciously and spilled more cum between his legs, so Athena released the bat and stood free of him. The bunny pursed her buck-teeth against her bottom lip and fired a shriek of a whistle up at the wolftaur and bat, who immediately flew in their direction.

Sumbara deflected the reckless ogre's harried blows the best he could with his rubber weapon, even managing to catch the dirk's blade using the dildo's balls as a sword's crossguard. This only bought time for the other ogre, who brought sailing over the shorter ogre's head a double-handed axe swing right at Sumbara's face. The dark lion instinctively brought up his rubber blade as he ducked his head, and was rewarded with a metallic clang as the axe buried itself deep in the spongy cock flesh. The strange dildo sailed to the side, and pulled the ogre's axe with it.

"A hidden blade?" he shouted as he flipped backwards, sliding on the ground next to Athena. The rabbit merely grinned as her Amazon warriors threw the casings off their cock-bats and charged towards the General at the surprised ogre fogree with gleaming steel. Tarreg and Bryce landed around Brohan, then tore the rest of the cock-full leopard's clothes from his body and fashioned a stretcher for airlift.

The Amazons on the bridge and all around the Jahaliyans flung their casings off as well. King Gohrig, at the revelation of this obscene ruse, pounded the bridge's parapet and bellowed Athena's name.

The General grinned and then looked upon the handles deeply embedded in Brohan's ass. One was Myscindryan. "I know this is going to hurt," she said, "so bite the dirt."

Athena wrapped both her paws around the Myscindyr blade, and tugged. The shaft hardly budged, and Brohan yelped into the grass. So she snorted inward, drawing liquid into her mouth, and hawked a ball of spit on the embedded shaft. She wrapped both paws around the dildo's handle and braced one footpaw against the leopard's rump. Like the legendary Earth-king of yore, she pulled the sword from the stone-hard mass.

"This battle's an ugly gamble!" Sarge shouted as he beat an ogre in the stomach with his rubber cock-bat, "We shouldn't have agreed to a fight on contested land." The enemy dropped his weapon and the bull killed him with it, throwing the two pieces of him aside.

"Ye of little faith!" Ijs said as she drew the aphrodisiac water from the river and flung it in piercingly cold blasts. The ogres became immediately hard, and then their boners went frostbitten. They doubled over in pain, and a group of Amazons set upon them with swords. "Look how differently our warriors fight! Their attention is split, and soon will be their skulls!"

"You think these brutes have never fought a multi-nation?" Sarge said as his ogre weapon shattered off the handle. He drove the newly-made stake into another ogre's heart. "ogres are the scourge of the land; it's them versus everyone else!"

And he was right: the Amazons found their opponents no pushovers. The ogres pushed inward from their many angles, and though a single warrior could shred through five ogres, the enemy's numbers threatened to entangle them. The ugly barbarians fought Amazons (and any Jahaliyans that scavenged Amazon or ogre weapons) with a steady pace. It did not help that the two teams were already tired, aroused, and relatively unarmored from their interrupted skirmish.

"Sylvia, we may need the airship!" Corsi shouted as she danced out some attackers' way. "This is no longer a drill. We have ogres!"

The otter gasped as a rusty cutlass slashed across her gut. Her shield crackled and sparked, but a long red line formed above her navel. The sword bounced out of the ogre's hand and she caught it in her free paw, then slashed his throat with it.

"Yes, dear; it's a major setback, but patience. As a referee, aren't you supposed to be keeping _track_of all players?"

"Sorry; I was a little busy with the real swords everyone but Jahaliya has!" she said as she cut through the hand-guard and the fingers of another enemy. "Um, ma'am!"

"And they're off!" cheered Eleanor, as she kept pace with the horn group she'd been watching. Her dildo blade broke against an ogre's broadsword, and then she stabbed him in the neck with what was left. The horn groups met the enemy in its flanks, meeting a roar of panic and aggression as the ogres beheld the strategic slight-of-paw and scrambled to adjust. Their groups settled to connect in the South, combatting the piercing horns with a half-circle of horrible mass of brutes bearing inward.

"A pincer attack, fantastic!" Sarge cheered as he speared an ogre with his own horns and threw the body skyward. "But it's dangerous for both sides; if spread too thin the pincers could snap like twigs!"

"Bah, a necessary risk!" Ijs chuckled as King Gohrig beat back aggressors with but a bundle of rubbery dildo bats. She froze the shafts solid, binding them together, and the Wolf King knocked down half a squad with a great frozen club. A particle of his cape shattered off as he reined in the weapon's mighty momentum.

"Somebody order more Myscindryans?" Tina cheered from the other horn group, now seeing a final group of warriors, brandishing unsheathed dildo swords, burst from the forest to the South.

"Goddess Bless, I read about this once!" Natasha gasped from the sky, carefully monitoring Brohan as he was carted out of range by Bryce and Tarreg. "It's ... horns, head, loins ..."

"Is that an Ox pattern you're describing?" Sylvia asked. "Mighty impressive indeed..."

"It's no bull!" Natasha laughed as she saw Sarge toss another ogre with his pitchfork head.

This final surge of Myscindryans blasted into the center, the keystone of the ogres' arch, scattering them back to the sides where the horns met them head-on and the head flanked them from the sides as it split into two. Most everyone had some sort of weapon and even those that didn't joined in the fray as the battle virulently shifted back in their favor. A few stayed behind to guard the unconscious, but even these cummy, limp individuals were stirred back to life: just not necessarily back to battle.

The ogres were routed; they tossed their weapons as they sprinted to the North, away from battle, away from these devils.

"Oh, all right, fine. I'll give you some help. And my babies were doing so well; you were," Sylvia purred into the Psy-Comm.

"Myscindyr! Stage Three!" General Athena shouted as she threw her helmet into a fleeing ogre's knees, then tackled him with a dagger.

Amazons around the outskirts ran to clumps of deep grass, and from them drew a load of bows and dynamite-strapped arrows. There was a loud trample of hooves, and from the forest emerged the Jahaliyan cavalry with lances, the icon of Jahaliya proudly etched into the guards.

They cut the opposition down like wheat, as if the Grim Reaper Himself swung His scythe in a smooth, terrible motion. What ogres were not blown into obscene cutlets by explosive arrows were skewered two, three in a line upon sharp lances and then shook off with a flippant twist of the wrist.

King Gohrig beheld all the carnage from the bridge, half-frozen ogre corpses all around him, wearing nothing but a shred of cape in a vision that would arouse the celibate. The cavalry must have been sent by Sylvia--she thought of everything--but what of the rest of this prepared defense? These Amazons with their hidden blades, their hidden bows and arrows ... this beautiful obscene ruse. "Damn you, Athena," he said with a brilliant grin. He removed his bent crown and pulled it up around his bicep, and then he tossed his giant ice club into the water below. The river froze.

The Wolf King was licking blood from his fur when the General, with a dented brush helmet under her arm, marched up to him and bowed so low her eartips tapped the ground.

"The ogres are an opportunistic sort of brutes," the King began, cringing at the flavor of their blood. His muzzle ran red but his eyes burned like fire. When he grinned, his teeth were stained. Hardly were there free patches of grass than there were dark red stains and pungent green corpses. "To see them in this gross number would require a special sort of provocation ...such as a vast selection of ... ogre-meat swinging play-weapons in blithe sport. Did you really?"

"Plan for this? A skilled warrior plans for every eventuality," she said, standing up erect at attention.

The King's chuckle was deep and sonorous, full of pleasure. He paced while massaging his forearms from wielding the great club. "And an elite warrior creates them."

The rabbit had walked up to him as he spoke, and the wolf cupped her breasts as his eyes snapped against hers. "There are many praises to be said for your cunning labors," he growled, smiling, "but perhaps they are better spent once we get back to the capital."

"I'll spend it all right here, my Lord."

"Hush," he said as he knelt before her buxom form, "And let me offer the laurels they distracted from me."

The Wolf King embraced General Athena's muscular thighs and lay his lips upon hers, rolling his tongue against her velvety nethers as she brushed her paws over his naked, furred head. She teased his ears as her knees quivered, moaned out as his tongue entered her body, and screamed out as she issued hot, voluminous nectar down his chin and breast. Gohrig drank her orgasm and nibbled at her clit for more, setting her off on a violent rampage against his nose, whiskers, and teeth.

Sumbara stood in shock while three Amazons tugged at his cock and balls--he did not last long--as well as many of the troops around them. Upon this pure sight of lust, they submitted wholly, masturbating themselves and each other until effectively everybody had came, rendering the original game a stalemate, although "stale" would be an incorrect description of this scene. The sight was truly fresh, earnest, and downright bawdy for a great clutch of minutes as everybody finished over each other, and then cried in dismay to find the river having frozen over.

Everyone needed a good dip in the water, now half-frozen, but when the King rose, his face having lost half its volume from the soaked fur, they all cheered. King Gohrig pulled Athena's arm into the air and gestured grandly to her, and then to the rest of the Amazons. The Jahaliyans cheered the Myscindryan people as mighty warriors, and when invigorated from that affirmation, the Myscindryans playfully cheered the Jahaliyans and their luscious cocks.

The Jahaliyan referees--the Harem--laughed over their Psy-Comms at the Amazons' "newfound" sexuality. "They were playing with wieners the entire game," Corsi snarked, "but I suppose ... as a hardened warrior, one can't show her true colors in the... heat of battle?"

"Corsi, you're Goddess-awful," Sylvia groaned.

***

Ryoga and Sylvia met the King, the General, and the army at the lip of Jahaliya, just on the Western port where lovely ivy climbed ivory statues of Jahaliyan warriors past. King Gohrig received a new crown, cape, scabbard, and harness from Sylvia, and Ryoga handed him a Writ of Induction with a quill.

The Wolf King signed the Amazons into Jahaliya before putting a single article on, scratching out his name in brusque fashion before tossing the pen and scroll back to Prince Miscon and blustering past them.

"Your effects are all in order, father! The Kingdom awaits your speech!" Ryoga called after him, clutching the document in his arm.

The King rotated a perfectly-polished crown in his paws as General Athena caught up to him. Her helmet no longer fit her head and her cape was in jagged, dramatic tatters off one shoulder. She stood high in her boots and her chest-fur shown with her harness. "Welcome to Jahaliya, young General. Your wargame victory has glorified you, though I'll speak to you later about your arrangements. Well done on the ogres; the Myscindryan Legion will go down in their history books as nightmares."

"Yes, sir," Athena said with a nervous giggle, blushing at his naked compliment. "Is it as simple as that?"

"'Simple' was a skirmish with toy swords; that was long ago. You'll be making the speech," he said with a flick of his wrist, indicating the long green carpet ending in an oak stand. After that was thousands of earnest Jahaliyan citizens.

"What do I say?" she exclaimed.

"Whatever's on your heart. You're spontaneous," Gohrig said with a smirk, disappearing between hedges.

"No, I'm a meticulous planner!" General Athena gaped at his exit, then looked forward to see that in their conversation, he'd guided her into view of the crowd. Jahaliya instantly recognized her, and gave her a respectful round of applause. "You noble cobra, you devious wolf," she whispered as she took the stage.

There were so many. Males, females, short, tall, scaly, furry ... an arrangement of species that she could fail to completely name. They all shown in Goddess' glory, and their sexy, smooth surfaces gleamed in the sun. This was the kingdom she now officially served.

"Jahaliya, I am your new General and you'll see an excellent arrangement of our finest warriors--_your_finer warriors--to join your ranks to protect this glorious land. We, Jahaliya, have gotten stronger, and your prosperity is our pledge."

A thunderous round of applause showered over Athena, ringing in her ears. The rabbit grinned and set her battered helmet upon the podium. Around her, she was joined by Ijs and a few of their better Amazon warrior compatriots. She held her paws up and the crowd quieted.

"However, I'll take my military commendation from our master and King," she said, undoing the ragged cape that enshrined her shoulder. It slid off her firm, buxom body and she tossed it behind her.

"We Myscindryans are a proud race," she said as she lifted her breasts above her harness, clutching the heavy mounds in battle-worn paws. The audience leaned forward, and a few lusty purrs crawled across her stage. "And we will be open to say that we work for what we want. Like a carnivore before its prey, we will spare no effort."

The General teased her nipples, pulling at her pert peaks before a crowd of thousands. She unbuckled her harness and let that topple down her muscular form, stepping out of it when it reached her ankles. She set the podium aside, as it blocked Jahaliya's view of her body.

"We have met your challenge and surpassed it, and now we have what we want: great new friends and compatriots, with earnest hearts, more toned bodies, and now some sumptuous males with hefty, aggressive c... agendas," she giggled, stepping on her thigh-high boot and yanking her foot out of it, exposing her lithe, sculpted leg.

She had a captive audience both by her speech and by her stripping. The females leered at her for her cocksuredness, and the males stared at her sporting sure, stiff cocks. Shrugging against her charismatic pull, the females fondled their male compatriots, exacerbating and masturbating their arousal.

"What's more to be said?" General Athena asked as she pulled her last boot, standing before the crowd as fluffy, firm, and naked as to her evening habits, "I want you, Jahaliya, and you want me," she said, smelling the air's pheromones and drinking in her audience's desire for her, "So here we are together, in a shameless relationship that is 'shameless' in the best regard. I am your General, but I have also discarded my clothes to feel lustful, joyful, and excited to be so. I am a model, and I am the very model of a modern Jahaliyan General. Do not welcome me, but welcome an entirely new age!"

She bowed low so that her breasts hung freely, and then moved to one side of the stage to bow again, so that while submitting her front side to them, the other side got a lurid, honest view of her back side. This she repeated to the other side of the audience, with the first half piling over each other to get a gander of the General's glorious goods.

Ryoga beheld the entire production from the rear, clutching onto the King's effects as he watched his new General strut about freely. He wiped a quaking paw against his brow, fighting the temptation to then-and-there charge the stage and take the beneficent bunny right in her cunny.

"Ryoga, are you fantasizing rather than realizing?" King Gohrig asked from behind, emerging in full regalia. Prince Miscon jumped, looking over his shoulder.

"The thought crossed my mind" quipped Ryoga with the slightest bit of strained temptation.

"Ryoga Miscon, I had my fun and I certainly won't mind."

"In the middle of her speech?"

"She's practically asking for it."

"Now that we've shown our valour, I want something jabbed into me to see my vitality spike!_I needed my mettle to be tested! And not in a way that would rend this perfect body; let's not be morbid in the zeal of life ... but something long, thick and pulsing--_alive--shoved deep inside!

Ryoga hastily pawned the Writ and its pen to the King, and then charged the stage while throwing every effect off his body, save for his boots. The silk cape blew into the air and caught an updraft, fluttering high into the sky like a phoenix's feather. He tossed his circlet into a bush, and tripped over his harness once as he grabbed Athena from behind and spun her around, making her squeal.

"It took you long enough, Prince Miscon," she snarked, bending in his arms, "if my warriors were so forestalled, the battle would've--"

He stopped her with a kiss, then put her up on the podium and pushed inside her. Up in front of thousands, the Prince of Jahaliya and the new General of Goddess' Army took each other, grasping, clutching, pushing, gushing, groaning as her covetous cunt welcomed his raging phallus.

They fucked in the public view, showered by whatever luxuries the crowd conspired to throw at them, but they all paled to the Prince compared to the transcendent pleasure of thrusting into this sexy warrior, feeling her lovingly muscular internals embrace his cock and hearing her cry out with delight. When she barked, "Oh fuck me, great Prince!" his pleasure flared higher.

When Athena's buns burned against the burnished wood, and when Ryoga's back ached from the pendulous thrusts that drove his hips, the Wolf Prince did of his wish and better when he hilted deep inside her, breaking her orgasm against his thighs, hips, and balls, and came inside her, flooding her tunnel with his hot, sticky conviction. Then he pulled out with a howl, not nearly done (and neither was she, the way she grasped at his breast and wet their nethers with nectar), and he painted her stomach and breast, firing a final shot between her tall bunny ears to hit an innocent bat-girl in the front row--Bryce's daughter--who shrieked in delight.

"You've missed my face!" Athena playfully growled as she pulled his cock back inside her, feeding a second orgasm.

"Yours, maybe," the Wolf Prince purred, eagerly thrusting to get her off a second time. "But I've an entire kingdom to serve."

This loud reverie, all in all, ends the story of the Myscindryans and the well-regard they not only earned, but conquered and claimed, within the purview of the sensuous, earnest Kingdom of Jahaliya, ruled by Goddess and forever energized by Her Blessing. May the Poacher Queen tremble amid her ill-gotten gains, in fear and unrequited lust, from this union flourishing in spite of her avaricious ways.