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The reception was as grand as anyone could have hoped for and the formalities preceding it were mercifully brief. Most people would have been eager to avail themselves of a baron’s hospitality and the comforts afforded royal visitors. Iris had to admit she was almost tempted, but the city of Corvis, glimpsed through the draperied windows of her coach, had called to her. And it wasn’t like her presence at court was required. This wasn’t one of those visits.

She’d been going to quite a lot of those recently! She supposed it was actually belated, as most princesses standing to inherit the throne were introduced to potential suitors well before an age when a marriage could be reasonably consummated. She suspected her mother and queen wanted to wait for her daughter’s feminine charms to develop a little, and while Iris was beyond a doubt a charming young lady, she was sill ashamed that none of her old gowns were particularly tight around the chest.

But the barony of Ydrel was a human nation, and so the talk had been about trade agreements and tariffs, and not about her hand. Not that it was impossible. Iris was a kobold, but her species was a mountain dwelling off-shoot, as evidenced by her lustrous golden fur. While mainly reptilian, she knew she was strictly speaking compatible with humans and other mammals, but the idea of marrying a young man twice her height seemed ludicrous. Nor would her mother make the mistake of scheduling a courtship visit during the spring when her daughter as likely to enter estrus. Too many opportunities for scandal there…

She knew she was in heat (a delightfully vulgar term that she’d never dare use in front of Mother!) but she knew how to behave. She wore a silk gown tailored to make use of the fluff covering her chest to compensate for more fleshy charms and a small purse with some gold and silver coins, and a handful of amber. It was just a pretty stone back home, but it seemed highly prized the further one ventured from the mountains. She’d spent the sunset hours just walking around the city, admiring the tall stone buildings with their carved arches and buttresses, but nightfall hid the pretty sights and she decided to find entertainment indoors.

And so, following the flow of the better-dressed crowd, the princess had found herself in what she suspected her mother would call a gambling den. There was gambling going on to be sure, but to compare this place to a dingy cellar under a coaching in? This was surely a gambling palace - spacious, richly appointed with crystal chandeliers casting bright warm light across the cavernous chamber. And no smelly mule-drivers squatting on the ground and cursing at grubby dice here. There were obviously nobles in attendance, but also well-off commoners, everyone dressed almost as if they had come to a ball. Iris liked mixing with the lower ranks of society because her peers tended to be snobby, and here she could do it without running into any unsavory characters. Slumming in style, so to speak.

They even had rooms for rent, or rather suites – each one tastefully decorated with a fine feather bed and crisp clean sheets, providing all the comforts of home to the sort of people who were used to comforts. The moment she saw one she paid for the night. She had no intent on leaving anytime soon, and if she came back to the baron’s mansion in the middle of the night it would be sure to cause an awful fuss with servants being woken to tend to her. It would be so much easier to spend the night here and slip back in during the morning hubbub when the staff were awake but the nobles remained asleep.

The food served wasn’t peasant fare but dainty nibbles that one could enjoy without sitting down to a dinner table. And the drinks! The wines served by the baron had been the finest vintages, picked to accompany every course of their welcome feast, but here they made something called cocktails! It was like alchemy, with many colorful, fragrant spirits being mixed into glasses of all shapes and sizes (sometimes with sugar glittering around the rim!) to produce something uniquely delectable and often quite colorful. She’d already sampled several and she felt like she could stay here for a week before the man behind the bar had to serve something she’d already tasted.

There were also many games and she was eager to learn. Most of them were played with cards, all of them flawless wood-cuts painted by hand, not some dog-eared, grease stained pieces of pasteboard that one could hardly shuffle without first peeling them from each other. These were printed on fine, firm stock, and made the most delightful sound when the croupiers shuffled them. But it had been the roulette wheel that had drawn and kept her attention. It was a wonderfully dazzling device, and with her ability to concentrate on rules dimmed by the many cocktails, she found the game of luck and random chance more appealing.

“Pardon me miss, you might get a better view with this…” said a voice from behind her, and Iris turned on her heel to come face to chest with… my, it was quite a lot of chest! The stallion who’d addressed her was wearing a white linen shirt with a silk waistcoat that was stretched tight across an expanse of hard equine muscle. He was also holding what appeared to be a footstool.

“Oh! How kind of you…” she said, trailing off and hinting that the gentleman should introduce himself.

“Apollo. And this is Clive.” He said, gesturing to the shorter male beside him, but still a taller one than Iris. He was a rat, but looked anything but scruffy. His stylish clothes would have made him appear like a dandy, but it was the skewed smile and appraising eyes that made him look charmingly roguish.

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss…” the rat said, trailing off the same way Iris had.

“I am Princess Iris.” She said, omitting her full title and lineage so as not to appear too formal. If she had been more sober she might have noticed the two males smirk a little at her title and suppress and actual chortle. Neither Apollo nor Clive had ever heard of kobold royalty, but there were a number of wealthy merchant families Iris might have been born into, ones that would spoil her enough to make her consider herself a princess.

Iris had extended a bracelet-clad hand for the gentlemen to kiss but was surprised to instead find the stallion gently grasping her under her arms and lifting her as if she were a doll while his friend planted the stool under the feet that were now dangling in the air. It was over in a moment and as she turned to look at the table Iris had a much better view now that she wasn’t practically peering over the edge.

“Ooh, thank you. I’m afraid I’ve had a few refreshments this evening. I hope I don’t stumble and fall off…”

“Don’t worry, we’ll stand right here on either side of you. If you should fall, we’ll be sure to catch you…” Apollo said as his friend summoned a girl walking by with a tray and relieved her of three glasses.

Iris tried not to laugh at the audaciousness of these two rogues, but as the evening and the drinks flowed by, she took a shine to the two of them. They in turn found her charming and insisted she was bringing them good luck. By then Iris had tipped back quite a few drinks and was having trouble keeping up with the racing ball, the spinning wheel, and the sort of map covered in various chips and tokens. As the evening went on, the warmth of imbibed sprits was joined by the rather distinct warmth she experienced when she was in heat and in agreeable male company. Hours flew by and after a while the three of them agreed that they’d probably indulged in enough drinking and gambling for the night. It was only when Iris tried to step off her perch that she realized how much she’d overindulged in the fruity and colorful cocktails. True to their word, the boy’s caught her.

“Looks like someone went a little too far…” Clive chided, sounding almost sober considering he’d tossed back his fair share.

“Nosne…nonsense! I simply embraced the spi*hic*… spirit of the evening.” Iris insisted, blushing under her fur as she hiccupped, albeit daintily.

“Yeah, or spirits. I feel like we’re partly to blame. Least we could do would be to escort you home…” Apollo said. He didn’t sound drunk either, but considering his size compared to her and Clive that was small wonder.

“Ooohhh! I’ve paid for a suite here. Buuuut, I still think tha*hic*at I might need help getting there…”.

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Apollo and Clive had little trouble getting the rather tipsy heiress to her room, and even though it wasn’t very far, during the time it took them to get her to her suite they’d managed to let their hands roam long enough to get the kobold princess in the mood for more of their company. And so when they stepped through the door with her she didn’t protest, and when Apollo bent down to kiss her she didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around the stallion’s powerful neck. And after he broke the kiss he twirled her around and pressed her into the embrace of the roguish rat.

“You know, you probably shouldn’t sleep in that pretty gown…” Clive suggested, with the tipsy princess still giggling and clinging to him. “It’d get all rumpled and well… a girl leaving a place like this in the morning in rumpled clothes… might give people the wrong idea.”

“Wha…*hic*… what sort of ide- ooohhhh, I get it! Ooh, we can’t have t-that! Mother would tan my tush if I made some sort of scandal…” Iris said, cooperating as best as she could as the rat gently slid the straps off her shoulders and began to work the dress off her slinky body. Iris was sure he could have just let it slide down her, but didn’t really complain as the rat’s paws trailed along her golden fur as he pushed the fabric along her nubile form. “Mmhhhhmm, but then what will I sle*hic*ep in?”

“You can just sleep in the nude…” came Apollo’s voice from waaaaay above her. The stallion also didn’t seem to have anything to sleep in because he was also taking his clothes off, exposing more and more of his coppery-bay coat. Nice enough, copper, but not as good as gold… Iris thought to herself, but was soon reminded that the stallion’s coloration wasn’t uniform. Under the chiseled abs the color of rich caramel, there was a part that was coal-black. “And don’t worry about being cold. Me and Clive will lay on either side of you, to keep you nice and warm…”

“Pah! Y-you low-landers think I’m afraid of a li*hic*ttle cold? This fur is gorgeous, but it isn’t just for show! If my lush coat can keep me warm in my mountain home, I think I can manage a night in the valley…” she said, striking a pose as she ran her hands up her trim belly, fluffing up the thick fur covering her chest.

“Hey, she’s got a point Apollo! Come and feel how thick this is…” Clive said. Iris smiled a smug smile as she raised her arms above her, accepting the adoring gazes of the two males as they ran their hands over her body in obvious awe.

“H-hey! That tickles!” she squealed happily as one of Clive’s paws ran up her side. She tried to squirm away from the rat but in her tipsy state only wound up tripping over her own feet and landing against the stallion on her other side. “Oops, sorry…” she said, cheeks burning as she realized she’d fallen face-first into the equine’s crotch.

“No harm done…” the stud said, his voice rumbling from that big muscular chest that Iris would have to stand on her tip-toes to even reach. Small chance of pulling that off while drunk, she was more likely to once again fall and land with her muzzle against…

“See something you like?” the stallion asked, and it was only then that the kobold realized she’d been staring.

But how could she not? The stallion’s sheath and heavy smooth sack were impressive enough, but now there was a jet-black snake descending between his muscular legs. Iris didn’t suppose there was any real harm in looking. It was just curiosity after all. It’s not like she could ever possibly consider letting a male stick that in her! Just the idea of the stallion pushing his increasingly firm length into her nubile body was so ridiculous that she found herself in the midst of another giggling fit.

“Ease up on the girl Clive, can’t you see she’s ticklish…” Apollo said, running a hand through the wild mop of honey-colored hair between the princess’ black horns, making her murmur and lift her muzzle as if she were a housecat enjoying some petting.

“Guess I can try laying my hands elsewhere… this any better?” the rodent asked, running a hand up and down her belly. Iris couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t run it very far up, and that the stroking paw was getting lower and lower. These commoners were soooo obvious, but she didn’t mind playing along a little further. There was a wonderfully squirmy feeling building in her tummy, and it seemed to be following the rat’s hand further down.

“Hmmm, no fur down here, just soft, smooth skin. And you aren’t even wearing panties, ‘princess’… don’t you get cold here?”

“Doe…*hic*… does it feel cold?” Iris murmured, spreading her legs just a little as Clive ran his palm between her shapely thighs. “Anyway, it’s…y’now… that time… never feel –mfhh!- comfy…” she murmured, finding it hard to concentrate on enunciation.

These commoners were so delightfully brazen! Exposing themselves before her and getting obviously aroused (quite obviously in the case of Apollo) as they felt her up as if she were a common strumpet. And yet they weren’t ruffians, and while their touches were presumptuous they were also quite gentle, if insistent.

“Well comfortable or not, aren’t you afraid you might give males the wrong impression by not wearing them?” Clive said, his pointed muzzle nuzzling her neck as she craned her head back and exposed more of it.

“Oh? And what suh-sort of *hic* impression would that be?” she asked in a sweet voice she was certain was quite coquettish. The remark was followed by an embarrassing squeak as the rodent quite suddenly let a finger slip into her smooth, moist cleft.

“That they would only get in the way…” the rat replied, his mouth now brushing against one of Iris’ ears and making the fluffy kobold shudder.

They were toying with her! These commoners thought they could just press their suite and that she would tumble into bed with them, as meek as a serving wench! Well, even after the tasty drinks she’d been downing she had more sense than that! Which was not to say that she wanted the game to end. It was quite fun, after all, and she still thought she could win. She just had to play a little harder. It was with that in mind that she reached out and wrapped her fingers (barely!) around the half-tumescent shaft of the stallion next to her. Apollo snorted and she smiled drunkenly at how easy it was to get a response from these males.

She wouldn’t give herself to them, of course. She’d let them touch her a little more, she’d get a few good strokes and gropes herself, and then she’d send them on their way. And if they didn’t understand that even laying hands on the delight that was her body was a privilege, they could find some strumpets and sate their baseborn lust with them. Hopefully they won’t be too heartbroken, but really what more could they possibly except from a princess than a giggle and a caress? It occurred to her that they might be expecting a lot more, since she could not only see the stallion’s shaft rising up as it went from firm to steel-hard, but could also feel something hard making furrows in the fur of her left butt-cheek as Clive ground his hips against her, even as he wound one arm around her chest and began to run his paw against her fluffy tits.

“Find anything in there?” Apollo said, tempting Iris to squeeze hard on the handful of stud she was gripping.

“Ugh, rude! I’ll have you kn*hic*ow that I’m perfectly proportioned for a kobold…” she said, making a point of looking away from the offending equine and by that turning to face the rat behind her. Clive took that opportunity to steal a kiss from her pouting muzzle, and while it was presumptuous Iris let it happen. Let the stallion die of envy!

“Of course she is. They’re as dainty as the rest of her. Look…” the rat said after breaking the kiss and leaving the kobold girl temporarily short of breath. She could feel his deft fingers parting the soft fluff of her chest and knew that he was exposing a stiff nipple to the stallion. A bit gauche, perhaps, but he was defending her honor in a way, so Iris was willing to let that slide, going so far as to arch her back and thrust out her chest. Incidentally it also served to thrust her rump back against what was beyond a doubt a very horny rat…

“So they are… my apologies, ‘princess’.” He said, bending forward and down as his equine lips pursed. Iris gasped as the stallion blew a steady stream of air against her breast, forcing the downy fur to open up and expose an areola that, in the kobold’s humble opinion, was the most perfect shade of pink.

She gasped again when, enraptured by her pert pair, the stud laid his muzzle against one and drew her nipple into his mouth. No doubt he was used to mares with ridiculous udders that strained against the laces of their peasant dresses and wobbled obscenely as they walked, but when faced with refined perfection even this commoner could recognize that quantity wasn’t the same as quality. And as far as she was holding was concerned… well since these two weren’t men of quality, she was willing to be content with quantity. She felt Clive’s finger dip in past her by now messy folds, the digit slipping just barely into her sex before a gasp from her stopped the rat.

She was aware of hands roaming her body naked but a few bracelets, anklets and her favorite ring adorning her left horn. The same hands guided her onto the soft mattress on a bed that turned out to be large enough to accommodate all three of them. Apollo was kneeling in front of her, the kobold’s eyes managing to focus on the massive equine spire sticking out of the stud’s crotch. His friend took up position behind her, the rat’s deft fingers kneading her perky ass as the kobold princess kept her tail raised high, feeling deliciously lewd or exposing herself like that to a male she barely even knew.

Apollo had gripped his cock just under the medial ring, tilting the heavy rod down until it was inches from Iris’ muzzle and the stallion’s intentions were clear. The golden-furred girl had never been with a male, but during her formative years she’d spied on some of the less than virtuous serving girls and was confident she could please the demanding male in front of her. She pursed her lips and started planting soft kisses up and down the stallion’s erection noticing with some delight the way the hard, chiseled stomach was flexing as the studly spire twitched and throbbed. She ran her muzzle downward until her hands were planted against the mattress and she was pushing her face into the heavy black sack dangling under Apollo’s sheath. The smell of him was intensely masculine, and had she been remotely sober she might have realized why it was having such an effect of her. But she was drunk on cocktails and was even now getting drunk on cock, lovingly nuzzling the swollen testes that could obviously fill a mare until she was leaking and gushing.

Fingers dug into the softness of her labia and Iris felt cool air on her steamy inner petals just before whiskers tickled her folds and she felt a muzzle press against her swollen sex. The tongue merely swept along her cleft, gathering up the sweet slick nectar drooling from her cunny, but even that was enough to make the girl moan into the stallion’s sack.

And the tongue served as a reminder that she could do more than kiss Apollo’s erection. Iris opened her muzzle and let her tongue slip out, smiling as the stallion stared at the forked and extremely long appendage. She just barely managed to wrap it around him, leaving a trail of drool even as she swept up the mess his flared tip had been leaking. Even as she got busy with her tongue, she felt the one working on her withdraw after a few promising dips into her. When the rat’s hands settled on her hips she braced herself for what was to follow…

“It’s your call how we do this princess, but neither of us has any condoms…” she heard Clive say, and completely missed the contemplative way the rat was spreading her cheeks apart and exposing her little pink rosebud... The rodent had tasted her heat, confirming what both his and Apollo’s nose had been hinting at - the golden furred kobold was very much in heat, and showing it.

“Mmnnaahhh, why w-would we ne*hic*ed any? You two look… healthy…” she murmured, keeping her face smooshed against the stallion’s throbbing pillar.

That was all the encouragement Clive needed. Iris went back to work, worshiping Apollo’s cock like a fertility totem while the rat’s long, slender cock found her slippery slit. With a firm grip on her hips, Clive fed her two inches, and after encountering the resistance of her maidenhead he grabbed her hard and pulled her to meet his thrust. He sank in smooth, and with a sharp cry Princess Iris gave up her virginity.

“Hnnnnnhhaaaahhhh!” Iris said, shuddering and feeling her insides twitch around the invading flesh.

“You okay sweetling?” the rat asked, his voice taking on a strained and husky tone as he groped the perky cheeks of the girl he’d just claimed.

“Y-yeah… I just… gimme a little time before you… okay?” she asked, suddenly feeling very shy for reasons she couldn’t quite explain.

“Hey, you cured her hiccups!” Apollo said as the kobold princess hid her blushing face in his bulging sack.

There wasn’t really any pain back there, apart from that one sharp sting. The rat was actually proving a good fit, his slender cock stretching her just enough to make her feel deliciously full, but not enough to cause discomfort. An altogether better match than the studly spire she was worshiping. Iris wrapped a hand around Apollo and stroked the lower portion of his cock, noticing the stallion seemed to particularly enjoy when her hand slipped along the ring-like ridge near the thick base of his member.

His tip was leaking now and try as she might to lick it up Iris was sure she was mostly just making her muzzle messy. The scent of stallion now filled every breath, and as it flooded her lungs it seemed to make her heart skip a beat. Clive began moving behind her, just grinding his hips gently and shifting his cock within her without actually pulling out. The feel of his hard, hot length rubbing around the wet velvety walls of her sex was intense at first, but after a minute or so it became insufficient. She moaned around the flare she was kissing as Clive slid out, just an inch or two before pushing back in, the fingers of the lusty rodent digging into her rump in a thrillingly possessive manner.

Some part of her insisted this was wrong, that she’d gone too far but that it wasn’t too late to stop. But surely she could wait just a little longer? Every stroke of the rat’s shaft was a fresh thrill, and the princess felt something wonderful building just below her tummy. And these boys were nice - they kept her company all night, made sure she got to her room safe, and they were cute and so eager to touch and feel her…

Her long ears twitched at the wet ‘shlick’ sound made by a rodent’s cock sliding further and further out of her. When it did, the walls of her sex would close and press against each other, leaving her feeling distressingly empty before Clive thrust himself in, with enough force for his tip to bump against something inside her. She felt her nipples go from stiff to hard as they poked out through her golden fluff, her small teats moving around as the rat’s tempo became increasingly vigorous. The wet churning noises were joined by a soft slapping sound as every thrust into her drooling sex made his heavy sack swing against her mons. Probably not as big as Apollo’s, but still big enough to make quite a mess back there. In her dazed state, that was all the risk she could recognize.

The recently chaste princess was having a very vigorous first taste of sex, and whether it was the drinks or her heat that was responsible, Iris was taking to it. She showed no inhibition with the stallion, pressing her smiling face against his mammoth member as she slovenly worshiped it with her lips, her tongue and one soft hand that was either stroking the base of the equine cock or trying in vain to palm the horse’s heavy sack. She’d use the other one if she could, but it was getting hard enough to keep from being knocked face-first into the stallion by the rat rutting her from behind.

Playing with the stud was deliciously naughty, but it couldn’t’ compare to her first taste of a male where her body needed one. The faster Clive humped into her the less distinct the feel of his shaft within her, the sensation of her walls hugging and holding the slender rodent-rod replaced by the slick, slimy friction of the cock now thoroughly pummeling her swollen sex. The harder he went back there the sloppier she got with the stallion. Apollo seemed to like what she was doing, and the way he looked at her was making her feel funny. He definitely wasn’t looking down at a princess, not with an expression like that one, but it still made Iris’s tummy tingle.

Her breath came in hot against the glistening equine spire, the muscles along her abdomen twitching in a way they never had done before. Iris had pleasured herself every now and again, and some vigorous rubbing of her pink slit could bring her satisfaction and relief when she needed it. But now every time her walls flexed, they weren’t flexing around nothing. They were clenching around a male who didn’t even slow down, making the maddening friction even more intense. The more intense it got the harder her body clamped down, her vision dimming and her breathing growing labored.

Lost to any idea of self-awareness, the kobold cried out as her climax hit her, the sound coming out shaky as Clive railed her from behind, working himself closer and closer to his own climax. The long moan turned into breathy whimpers, her sensitive sex protesting at the wild pace when her body had expected the soothing rush of thick warm seed. Instead there was only the slam of the rat’s hips against her cheeks and the back of her thighs, the smack of his sack against her clit and the lewd noises of his cock churning and pumping out the evidence of her climax. She was half-way to another climax and was wondering how long the rodent could possibly keep going when growling noises from her lover alerted her to what was to come.

If she had any sense left, this was the part where Iris would have disentangled herself from the rat and offered to help him finish anywhere but the sloppy sex he was pistoning in and out of. But the idea of keeping this from happening didn’t even enter the mind lost to drink and basic instincts, so when the slender cock began to twitch inside her Iris merely arched her back in submission and final permission. The rat’s thrusts grew shorter and by the time his tip erupted against her cervix he was just pulling back on her tail and grinding himself against her.

Iris felt her toes curl as she experienced another climax from the entirely novel and surprisingly intense sensation of a male breeding her, of string after gooey string of rodent spunk pushing into her fertile womb, the orgasm causing her body to further seal her fate and taint the royal line by pulling the deluge of sperm deeper in, draining the rat’s heavy testes of everything they had to give. Her head had fallen and she was huffing against Apollo’s sack as the rat seeded her, pulling out only when his cock began to soften. Iris whimpered as the warm flesh slipped from her lips, leaving her slightly gaped and leaking the thick white slime Clive had pumped up her cunny.

“How was she?” asked the stallion, gently lifting the dazed kobold’s muzzle to admire the look of mindless satisfaction plastered over it.

“Tight! Heaven for me, but I don’t think you’re gonna have any luck sticking that in the ‘princess’..” the rat said, moving until Iris could see his shaft - a slender rod pink under a layer of glistening white goo.

“Well we’ll just have to get creative. How ‘bout it girl? You wanna taste of stallion, don’t you?” he asked, and it took Iris a while to realize they were talking about her… and him! And that thing! The idea seemed so silly that she giggled before murmuring a slurred ‘Sure!’ in reply.

She’d been dizzy when the boys helped her to her room, but she was now as limp as raw dough, drained and with seed draining from her. They were very helpful, getting her on her back, with her shoulders resting on the pillows. They had her grip each leg under the knee, spreading herself and her once pristine pussy to the aroused stud. Apollo knelt behind her and brought his slick shaft to her quim, aiming the tip down until it was pressing against the messy slit. He moved it up and down, and it was obvious that it wasn’t going in even after the rat had loosened and slicked her up. He took hold of one of her legs and had Clive grab the other, pulling her even wider apart but still not nearly enough.

“All right girl, I’m gonna give you what you need, but you’ll have to do your part. Use those pretty fingers of yours to pry your cunny open as far as you can. Show me how much you want a stud, princess” he said.

Iris was certainly intrigued and still very horny. And the sight of Apollo kneeling there with that divine cock was making her tummy twist and making her regret she wasn’t a mare so he could just shove it in.

It was hard opening herself up, because the more she did the more her freshly bred pussy leaked, but she managed to get her plump outer lips splayed wide enough for the tip of the equine cock to just barely wedge. No closer to going in because her snug passage just couldn’t open wide enough, but he was smooshed so close that she could feel him throb against the delicate inner petals of her sex.

She must have looked sexy lying like that, with two boys opening her wide and her own paws opening herself even further. Apollo began stroking his majestic cock, making the flare grow and spread Iris’ labia wider. As his chest heaved she felt something almost dainty - a little tube poking itself into her passage and leaking enough for her to feel it. She could see her hard nipples poke through golden fur, her petite chest heaving as she watched the huge male stroke and grunt. The stallion’s flare now looked like a trumpet and with a final grunt she felt wet heat explode against her sex. That little tube was aimed just right, and she felt the surge of equine seed rush in with such force that it almost spread her walls open as it raced towards her womb. But there was already too much in there, so after a few spurts Apollo’s seed had nowhere to go. She could hear it squirting around the partial seal of her plump folds around the obscene flare, saw the thin streaks fly through the air and splatter all over, mostly on her.

The sight of the stallion shooting his massive load in her had been intensely arousing, but not enough for the once again horny kobold to climax. But one look to her side told her she wouldn’t have to wait long for release. Clive was lying on his back and the cock he was stroking was once again fully hard. With a drunken giggle, Iris threw her weight to one side and crawled on top of the lusty rodent, unaware of the mess she was trailing behind her as her cunny overflowed. Her kisses were just as sloppy as she managed to crawl on top of the smaller male, and she moaned into his muzzle when she felt his hands grab her hips.

She felt her drooling sex trail along the rodent’s shaft as he pulled her up until the tip found her loose, messy folds. Her ears flicked as she slid down, feeling the tip enter her and the shaft part her, the entry deliciously smooth now that her once virginal honeypot was an absolute mess. And if it was, making it a little messier couldn’t hurt…

Clive seemed content to just let her writhe and grind against him, but she hadn’t been at it for long before she felt hands grip her horns and Apollo pull her firmly up until she was sitting on his friend. He held a horn with one hand while the other guided his tumescent cock that didn’t seem in a hurry to return to the equine sheath. Iris just stared drunkenly at it, forcing her eyes to focus on the white-smeared tip before the stallion used the meaty length to give her a few slaps.

She took the hint and opened her mouth wide enough for the tip to slip in, her nostrils flaring and her eyes rolling as the muscular equine torso filled her vision just as sure as the cock filled her mouth. But Apollo wasn’t content with her mouth, which became evident when the snake-like shaft slid down past the back of her tongue and down her gullet. It would have been tricky if the stud had been erect, but the pliant, fleshy rod slid easily down the dazed princess’ throat.

She was about to protest, in some way that didn’t require the use of her stuffed mouth, but Clive chose that moment to start bucking his hips. Bouncing on the rat made his shaft poke and prod interesting places deep inside her, bringing her attention back to what she’d been so close to and so eager for. She found that even with Apollo stuffing her gullet she could just barely breathe, and breath didn’t seem like the most important thing right now.

She was grateful for these boys for doing all the work, because even though needy Iris felt like all her strength was invested in just staying conscious. The stallion started to mate her muzzle in long, smooth strokes, managing to get his medial ring past her lips on the deep thrusts while Clive bucked as hard as he could. Each thrust from the rat bounced her up, only for gravity to push her down in time to meet the next stroke.

To Iris it seemed like the boys were doing all the work, while to an observer it would have looked like they were in fact working her over. Her eyes looked glazed and the cock stuffed into her muzzle was doing a good job of muffling what would otherwise have been intelligible but suggestive noises. As it was, only needy whimpering sounds escaped the golden-furred kobolds flared nostrils. She tried to work the equine member mating her muzzle but with so much stallion-flesh there was hardly any room for her long, forked tongue to wrap around Apollo’s girth. She settled instead for using a hand to juggle the still heavy testes, if nothing else than to keep them from bumping her chin as the stallion used her mouth the way his friend was using her pussy.

Her other hand ran down her belly, along clean soft fur until it reached the part of her that was soaked and slimy. Clive’s now vigorous bucking was pushing the two loads she’d taken out, but the rat was working himself up and he’d soon replace every drop that he churned out with his pistoning cock. The mess felt thrillingly warm and slick against the kobold’s fingertips, and she rubbed the pearly goo all around her crotch. But it didn’t take her long to hone in on the spot that responded best to her caress. Her fingers had always felt wonderful as she rubbed and tweaked the pink hood that his her pretty litle pearl, but it was especially delightful now that her digits were slick with the combined seed of two handsome males.

Her rubbing had caused her to climb up and moments later to fall of that heady edge again. Clinging to consciousness was so difficult that Iris wasn’t sure she’d managed. Things went dark for what might have been a few seconds or a few minutes, but when she came to again it didn’t make much of a difference. She was still stuffed at both ends, used like a strumpet by these men she’d only met hours ago, males who seemed ready to make an even bigger mess of her nubile body. Clive turned out to be the first, his grip on her hips growing almost painful as he bucked hard a few times before pulling and holding her down. The two consecutive ruttings had let her feeling a little sore, and the deluge of thick cum was a welcome relief, a soothing balm delivered in as generous a dose as the first time.

The rat stayed inside as Apollo worked to finish. He’d grown fully erect and she now had to lean forward to allow the once again firm shaft to pump her gullet. Both her hands were on the stallion’s thighs to steady her, and she was ready to feel him gush down her throat when the stud pulled his cock out, leaving her mouth gaping. The fact that it remained wide opened seemed to be a message to the stallion that she would very much like it back in there…

Apollo had more sense than she did, because the flare even now swelling would have choked her. Acting on instinct and a sudden desire to taste this magnificent male, Iris wrapped her hands around the wet length and her tongue just behind the swelling tip. She saw that little tube in the middle just out, remembering how it had poked into her cunny to deliver the stud’s load. The muscles on that chiseled stomach flexed and the tip erupted, sending thick, white ropes of warm stallion-milk streaking into the kobold princess’ wide open muzzle. Iris did her best to stroke, milk and gulp, and only stopped when Apollo put a hand between her horns and wiped his drooling flare against her lips, helping her dismount the rat who looked like he’d enjoyed the show…

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Since she had on a few occasions drank more than prudent, Iris wasn’t a stranger to hangovers, but as she came to in her lush suite she noticed that a slight headache was accompanied by some lingering and almost thrilling soreness. Her mind was still mired in some tawdry dreams, a common occurrence during her fertile periods and she was struggling to separate memory from fantasy. Clive and Apollo were definitely real, since a quick inspection of her bed and her matted fur provided tangible proof of male presence. She rang a bell and sent the servant who answered it for a bath and some hot water. She certainly couldn’t go back to her mother like this!

Her sex felt sore and she had little doubt that her virginity was gone, but she didn’t let that worry her. A girl could lose her hymen any number of ways, and as long as her tummy didn’t swell and her figure remained maidenly, nobody would doubt her virtue. She seemed to remember somebody mentioning a lack of condoms which made her worry, but her last memory swam up and eased her mind.

She was on her back with Clive tilting her head back and vigorously mating her muzzle while Apollo knelt behind her. The stallion had her legs up and held together, and her been sliding that monster of a cock between her thighs, making her shudder as the hot, hard shaft slid across her bare pussy. Well, that explained the mess and eased her mind. Clive had obviously taken her maidenhead, but she’d had just enough sense to make him finish in her muzzle, while the too-large stallion got creative and understandably messy.

The hot water had arrived before Iris could inspect her sore folds, and after a good long soak she’d emerged clean and refreshed. Once she was presentable she strode out of the place, confident that she’d be able to excuse her absence and that she’d had a delightful night with no unintended consequences. Her sex was still delightfully sore, a pleasant reminder of a fun night, and the kobold princess wasn’t aware of the mess sloshing in her womb with every step, and that in nine months’ time her carefully tended family tree would bear some awkward fruit…