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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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“Pandora! Blasted child, where have you gotten off to now?” Falstaff growled as she searched for the barely any longer teenager, her fingers gripped tightly about the hilt of her sword in frustration. Though she was pretty much a grown woman now, the young Birman feline princess still behaved like a spoiled child most of the time, which irked the seasoned knight to no end. Pandora was her charge, her responsibility and lately it seemed as if the young princess was intent on getting her arctic vixen bodyguard in trouble almost daily with her antics.

Falstaff was a goddamn war hero, she had fended off the rabid invasion from the North, and how was she rewarded for her service? By becoming the fucking princess’s goddamn babysitter, she didn’t even like kids. Granted, Pandora was not a child per say, but she sure fucking acted like it, the spoiled little cunt. Even fighting on the frontlines was easier than keeping an eye on the sneaky feline, for someone born to nobility, she could give the master of the thieves’ guild a run for his money.

A pair of blue eyes set into a black furred face watched from up in the rafters as the heavily armoured vixen clanked on below, down along the corridor. Pandora knew this castle like the back of her hand and could easily evade anyone if she so wished, right now, she was escaping Falstaff who was meant to be escorting her to some or other boring history lesson with her private tutors. Pandora didn’t have time for all that nonsense, she just wanted to have fun and explore, but mostly she wanted to pilfer more of the rumballs which were being prepared for desert after dinner later that evening. Once the heavy footfalls of the armoured vixen faded and turned around the corner, out of view and out of earshot, Pandora crawled further along, through the rafters and into another secret passage.

She had merely intended on sneaking into the pantry to pilfer the rumballs and on second thought, maybe also some sugar glazed dried fruits, but when she got close to the secret door, she heard some strange noises coming from inside the room. The young feline paused her crouched movements and leaned her ear against the fake panel that was the secret door to listen, she could hear hushed voices that sounded…odd. She had never heard people sound like that before, it was very interesting, the way they panted and huffed. The innocent feline didn’t know why, but just the sounds they were making were having a strange effect on her too. Soon she wanted, no, needed to see more.

Pandora shifted a little further down the secret passage to a spot where she could stand up easily, thankfully she traversed this stretch rather frequently, so there were no cobwebs to get caught in her hair. In the wall, there were three different sets of spyholes drilled at different levels. Each concealed with a small wooden slide she had to carefully and quietly push aside to see through. The first and topmost set was no use, someone had placed a jar of pickled eggs right in front of the eye holes. The bottom most was useless as well, as all she could see were their feet, though she did notice they seemed to be close together and facing the same direction for some reason. When she opened the middle pair of eyeholes, Pandora had to clap her hands over her muzzle to stop herself from crying out. They were…they were naked!

Inside the storeroom Pandora could see a chubby hare maiden who was the head cook, and behind her was a scrawny red fox. The chubby white rabbit had her dress pulled up about her waist and was currently bent over a barrel of red apples, while the scrawny fox slapped her wide behind with his hips. No, that wasn’t it, there was something else they were doing. Pandora shifted a little to get a better angle and went wide eyed again, there was something big, red and hard jutting from the fox’s waist. That something was stabbing into the rabbit, surely it must have hurt and that was why she was moaning so much? But no, the look on her face was anything but pain.

“I can see why you’re the head gardener, Fawks” the rabbit cook grunted and huffed as she was rutted hard by the fox. “You sure now how to plough” she groaned out loud, just before she began to shudder and shake when she climaxed with a swallowed gasp. The fox just grunted in acknowledgement, before he suddenly withdrew his…thing, from her. Pandora watched as he gripped and stroked that hard red thing, until white shot out of the tip and spattered all over the cooks wide behind. “Aye! Ye filthy bastard, now I got to clean meself up, thanks to you!” the rabbit growled, but still remained bent over the barrel of apples with a look of bliss on her face, despite her harsh words.

Pandora carefully slid the peephole cover back in place and knelt down on the dusty floor of the passage she was currently hidden in, her mind raced as she tried to understand what she had just seen. Also, why were her underwear suddenly so wet and what was the strange squirmy feeling she felt just behind her pelvis? When she reached a hand down to her crotch, even her own touch elicited a gasp at how sensitive she felt down there. Instead of finding treasures to fill her belly, the young feline had instead found a mystery to occupy her mind. With her mind as distracted is it was, Pandora was quickly found once she had climbed down from her hiding spot and escorted to her boring lessons soon after by Falstaff, who was having none of her questions. Almost as if it were a divine punishment for having spied on the castle staff, the lessons that day were extra tedious and boring. Even the memories of the fox and rabbit were not enough to keep the young Princess’s mind occupied enough to withstand the relentless droning on of Sir Wentward’s recount of their kingdom’s prestigious history.

That night, Pandora’s dreams were filled with unusual grunts, pants and moans. She kept seeing flashes of the foxes red length as it stabbed so violently into the chubby rabbit, but the way she had moaned, it was obvious it felt good. Unfortunately for Pandora, even though she was almost out of her teenage years, she had not even so much as kissed or held the hand of any male who was not her father. She had lived a very sheltered upbringing; as when she was twenty-one, she would be married off to a suitable partner who would ensure her father remained in power, with powerful allies. Her beauty and purity would be a great prize to seal such a deal and already suitors were beginning to visit more frequently as the time drew nearer. It had been drummed into her from a young age that it was so, because it was what was best for their kingdom and the people who called it home. That was all well and good, but that did not suit Pandora or her new growing interests.

She had heard a few of the guards speak of a particular tavern down by the docks, the Gilded Rose, which the sailors frequented, some of the guards as well by the sound of it. From how the men motioned with their hands and hips while describing the establishment, the Princess had no doubt she would get to see more of what the rabbit and fox had been doing if she went to go have a look there. She needed to see more, somehow, but she would need to evade Falstaff, and lately the white furred vixen had been upping her game of wrangling the Princess. Even now, she had two guards stationed outside Pandoras room and another two patrolling outside her window, just in case the young feline tried to sneak out that way.

Luckily, there was another way Pandora could escape, which only she knew about. So far it had only been used to sneak food and snacks from the pantry, but tonight it would serve another purpose entirely. Pandora made her way to her bedroom door and cracked it just ever so slightly, just barely enough to see what state the guards were in. Thankfully they both appeared to be asleep on their feet and would no doubt not be disturbing her anytime soon.

The Princess made her way over to a large, intricately carved wooden cupboard set against the opposite wall from her large bed, where most of her dresses and gowns were stored. As quietly as she could, Pandora pushed her clothing aside and felt along the bottom edge at the back of the cabinet for the slightly raised piece of wood. It didn’t take long for her to find the spring release mechanism, which just needed a firm push to release the false back. It was a tight fit now that she had grown into a woman, but she was still thankfully small enough to squeeze into the small opening without too much difficulty. Once inside, she found herself back within the castle walls, or rather the secret passages between the two layers. Though her first instinct was to head outside and down to the docks, she knew she needed a disguise. Someone dressed in such fine clothing as her would stick out like a sore thumb in that part of town. She hadn’t been there many times before, but Pandora was aware of there being some sort of a washroom on the lower floors and made her way there first instead.

“Perfect!” she hissed to herself when she found exactly what she was looking for, though perhaps a size or two too big for her, but it would do well enough for now. At least now she was dressed in commonfolk clothing, though it was far scratchier and uncomfortable than she was expecting compared to her expensive clothes, but it was worth it for what she was about to see surely. Pandora tucked her bundled clothing safely at the exit of the secret tunnel leading out of the castle, ready for her return in a couple of hours. Once she had quietened her nerves one last time, the sneaky feline made her way down to the docks, after avoiding one last patrol of the guards near the palace gates.

Unlike the palace grounds, the city smelled more harsh and jagged, her nose twitched at all the various scents that assaulted it. Even the surfaces of the walls and windows felt grimy, like no one ever bothered to wash them. It only got worse the closer she got to the docks, only now there was a stronger smell of fish which soon began to overpower everything else. Luckily, no one seemed to even notice her small form strolling down the twisting alleys to where she had heard the guards say her destination should be. Pandora knew better than to look around in wonderment at all the strange people and shops around her, that would only attract unwanted attention, attention she did not want considering the late hour. Undoubtedly only low lives and thieves would be out at this hour anyway, or at least people with less than reputable reputations or intentions at any rate.

“There it is!” Pandora thought to herself excitedly, she recognized the symbol of a silver dagger stabbing into the centre of a red rose, exactly like the guards had said. Even now, she could see a buxom white furred goat in a low cut dress standing before the establishment and making out with a skinny, tall red furred weasel. When she got closer, Pandora could see they were doing more than just making out though, the goat had her hand inside the weasel’s baggy trousers and there was obvious movement within. Likewise, the weasel had his hands under the goats clothing and was actively mauling and groping at her heavy breasts. The young feline instantly felt her cheeks and ears bloom in a deep blush, she hadn’t even gotten inside and already she was seeing more than she had bargained for. After watching for a few more minutes, Pandora darted into the alleyway beside the Gilded Rose to see what else she could find.

The first window she looked through was into a large open room, where dozens of people were gathered around a central stage. Some men had women in their laps, all were in various stages of intimacy, while a rather pretty spotted feline danced with a pair of paper fans on stage. The next window she went to was an empty room, though it appeared to have been occupied not long ago, at least judging by the messy bed. The third window was exactly what she was looking for, and then some.

Pandora recognized the large grey wolf who was currently laid back on the bed with a svelte looking young rabbit woman bouncing in his lap. The wolf was one of the captains of the guard, Landish she recalled his name being. He had always seemed rather arrogant and mean, but now as he reached out a hand to cup and caress the rabbit’s heaving breasts, he seemed oddly gentle and even loving almost. But what mostly caught the young Princess’s attention was the thick red length the rabbit woman seemed to be enjoying, it was even bigger than the fox’s. From the faces the beautiful young rabbit woman was making, it was very evident she was enjoying the wolf and soon she collapsed atop him in a trembling heap. Even though she couldn’t hear it, she could see the wolf chuckle as he wrapped his arms about the lapine and stroked his large hands along her back affectionately. At least for a moment, until he rolled them over and pinned the rabbit woman beneath himself with a predatory glint in his eyes.

Pandora watched as he lifted her legs up over his shoulders and began to drive himself deep into his lover, using every inch he had to spear her deep and passionately. From her angle she could see the wolfs scrotum and his large heavy balls sway with every thrust, it was so magical, so enticing…

“Ello, ello...what do we have here then. A little spy, eh?” Someone suddenly spoke up right behind Pandora, just as a large hand clapped down on her shoulder and nearly knocked her to the floor.

“Oh, she’s a girl!” The other person noted when she spun around to face them. “A really pretty one at that” the scrawny red wolf muttered as he looked her over. “Come to audition for a job, have you?” he teased with a lecherous grin at the retreating feline. But there was nowhere to retreat to, not unless Pandora wanted a midnight dip in the harbour. She hadn’t realized the path she had snuck down was a dead end and the Gilded Rose wasn’t entirely on land, which was probably how it was allowed to operate in her father’s kingdom.

“No, wait…I know you” The first man, a large grizzly bear suddenly said. Pandora looked wide eyed in shock up at the bear, noticing he only had one eye, his left now merely a glass bauble which replaced his real one after he had lost it in one of her father’s wars. “You’re the Princess…what are you doing down here?” he asked curiously, before leaning over and looking through the window they had caught her peeping through. “Oh, I see…” he laughed and grinned down at her.

“I’m not doing anything…now let me go, before I scream for the guards” she demanded with a huff and stamp of her foot, like a petulant child.

“Ain’t no guards down here tonight, girly” The wolf replied, seemingly unperturbed by her little performance.

“I’m guessing those fancy teachers of yours can teach you a lot, but not this” the bear nodded over toward the window. “Well, seeing as you want to learn so much, why don’t we give you a personal lesson, hmm?”

“Yeah, I’m in a generous mood tonight, I can see about giving you some free lessons, Princess” the red wolf said, as he moved in to grab her by the arm.

“Don’t touch her cunt, though” The large bear warned the wolf as he grabbed Pandora by the other arm. When the wolf looked up at him in annoyance, he rolled his eyes and sighed “She has to remain pure for marriage, if we take that from her, the king will have our head. There are plenty of other ways to have fun though…” he continued in a suggestive tone.

“Oh, for sure…my favourite” the wolf agreed with an eager nod, having already began stripping Pandora out of her clothing. “Saints alive, would you look at that” he mumbled once the Birman feline was as nude as the day she was born. There was not a mark on her, she had been raised to perfection. Her taut tummy, wide hips and full bust on display. All covered in the softest white fur either man had ever felt, except for the dark fur of her face mask, tail and ears which were a rich, dark ebony. Her full bust was capped with perfect small pink areola and perky little nipples, which matched the snug looking slit between her thighs.

Pandora grunted and huffed, trying not to feel anything from these two brutes groping and fondling her. The way their rough hands and fingers grazed between her thighs and over her delicate slit, or roughly pinching at her sensitive nipples, she tried not to squirm but found it near impossible not to. She was still aroused from watching the wolf and rabbit through the window only moments ago, and soon these two brutes would find just how worked up she was as well. While the bear picked her up and forced her into a kiss, with and arm about her shoulders and his other hand left free to grope at her breasts, the red wolf knelt down behind her. Her tail was gripped firmly and lifted by one of the wolfs hands, while the other forced her left leg up out the way. There was a strange sudden shock of something inside her when the wolf began to lick between her thighs and all the way back under her tail. It made Pandora squeak against the bears lips as he suckled on her tongue and soft lips, while he also forced his tongue deeper into her maw. He tasted of stale mead and pork, no doubt his dinner for that evening. As much as their scents reviled her, Pandora could not stop herself from getting more worked up as her breasts were so roughly handled and the wolf continued to lick at her nethers. He did seem oddly fascinated with that spot beneath her tail though, his tongue lavished attention there as it swirled and slathered her constantly. Soon the Princess began to realize she was wriggling back against his tongue as she found the sensation was starting to become most agreeable.

“C’mere Princess, suck on this” the bear ordered with a growl after finally breaking the kiss and having lowered her back to the ground so she could stand on her own two feet again. He easily gripped both her delicate wrists in one hand, while his other fished out an even thicker member than the wolf inside the Gilded Rose possessed. She tried to turn her head aside and avoid it, but he wouldn’t be denied and gave a firm squeeze about her wrists as punishment. As expected, Pandora yelped at the pain and that was all he needed to cram his thick cock past her soft lips and into her maw. His taste was bitter and unwashed, it reminded her or licking the inside of her arm after a hot summer’s day. She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to do, though it seemed he was at least enjoying how her soft tongue was trying to push against his flesh to force him out of her mouth.

The young Birman’s ears flicked back when she heard the wolf doing something behind her, it sounded like he was sucking on something, though she couldn’t turn to look and see what. A moment later, her eyes went wide when two thick fingers slowly circled her rear opening a few times before starting to push into her. There was a white-hot pain at first, which made her tail try flick and lower, but it was still caught in the wolf’s grasp. Soon those two thick fingers began pumping in and out of her posterior, keeping her squirming beneath his hand.

“Damn, she feels so silky smooth back here, unlike any other bitch I’ve ever fucked in the ass” the wolf commented crassly, soon adding another digit under Pandora’s tail and a bit more saliva too in the process. Pandora blushed at both his words and the strange slick feeling she felt under her tail while his fingers did strange things to her delicate opening.

“Rrf, keep doing that, feels good when she moans around my cock” the one eyed grizzly huffed, his broad hips slowly rolling to work his thick meat in and out of the Princess’s muzzle. The bear held her wrists up over her head while his other hand gently cupped behind her ears and helped her try swallow as much of his flesh as she could, though he did seem oddly gentle about it every time she gagged when he went too deep.

“Surely he can’t mean to…” Pandora thought to herself at listening to what the wolf was saying, but it was so. After a few more moments of his thick fingers working her open and making her nice and slick, he withdrew his digits from her virgin rear. She had a feeling it wasn’t over, and soon she would find out just how correct she was when the wolf lined his own bared cock up with her pucker. Without warning, the wolf began to press his hips forward slowly, gradually working his length deeper into the Princess’s as yet unclaimed back passage. The young Birman feline screwed her eyes shut tight as she was stretched wide around the unknown wolfs cock, her hands balled into tight fists with her claws digging into the fleshy part of her palms while she tried to accommodate the intruder. Again, her fluffy tail tried to curl and flick in response to the wolf claiming her posterior, but his grip was absolute and he would not be denied his prize. She could feel the wolf’s eyes on her as he slowly worked himself deeper into her straining, little stretched tail hole.

At least the wolf wasn’t completely oblivious to her plight however, with a “Here ya go luv”, he leaned over her back so one of his hands could dip down between her thighs for some reason. Pandora was to say the least, mildly embarrassed that it seemed this letch knew more about her body than she did. When his fingers found the stiff little nub at the apex of her womanhood and began to tease and toy with it, the ache under her tail started to fade and soon even began to feel kind of nice. It didn’t take too long before she found herself rocking back against the wolf, which just brought about further humiliation when the bear noticed.

“Seems you’ve converted another one, Sven” the one eyed grizzly chuckled when he noticed the felines hips and behind pressing back onto the thick red cock lodged under her held aloft tail. “That’ll make it easier when it’s my turn…just don’t knot her, we don’t want to hurt our future Queen.”

“Future Queen?” That’s where she knew the bear from! He was a captain in the army of one of the vassal states which served under her father’s rule. He and a few men had been sent to discuss policies and such, she had briefly seen him during the welcoming banquet. Pandora vaguely remembered how his lingering gaze had made her blush, at the time, in his full armour he had looked very imposing and maybe even handsome in a way. But now in this back alley in the dim light where she could barely see him, he seemed anything but chivalrous. Though admittedly, perhaps that was what was turning her on right then, being used by someone of a lower-class status, being treated like nothing but a toy for these two big, strong men.

The wolf was starting to pick up the pace behind her for some reason, which meant his fingers strumming her little pearl increased as well. She felt that same sensation as when she had first seen the rabbit and fox back in the castle, only now it had a much keener edge. It was starting to grow more rapidly too, turning from just a spark to an open flame inside her and it would not be denied. Pandora began to panic and wanted to cry out, beg for mercy, just to get the intense feeling to stop, but she couldn’t. With the bears thick member still in her maw and making it hard to breath, she couldn’t do much more than mumble and groan. In her mind’s eye, Pandora watched herself floating down a river in a tiny boat, towards a waterfall. No matter how hard she tried to paddle back up stream, it was pointless, and soon she went over the edge. In the real world, the Princess’s eyes rolled back into her skull as she began to convulse and writhe between the two males, who had to hold onto her extra tight to prevent her from falling and causing harm to herself.

“Damn Sven, you made her pop just from shoving your cock up her arse?” Dohman noted with a grin, almost seeming impressed by his red wolf companion’s skill.

“What can I say, I’m good at what I do” Sven replied with exaggerated humility. His hands shifted to grip about Pandora’s slender waist as his thrusting picked up the pace even more. Soon his hips were clapping against the feline’s plush white buttocks at an almost staccato pace while he chased his own pleasure. Eventually, with a snarl and curling of his lips to flash his golden fang, Sven came hard. He felt his soft fuzzy orbs contract up against his groin as he fired off thick rope after rope deep into the Princess’s guts. It took every ounce of his willpower to not try ram his knot up under the pretty little feline’s tail, but if he did that, there was no telling what the repercussions would be. Especially if the guards happened upon him while he was still tied to her, there would be no escaping or explaining his way out of that situation.

“How was it?” Dohman asked when the wolf finally finished and began to withdraw himself from the young feline’s behind.

“Best ass I’ve ever fucked, hands down” The wolf panted and stumbled back a few steps, before he had to sit down and catch his breath. His own climax had been so intense, more so than he had bargained on, that he suddenly felt lightheaded. Sven didn’t even bother to pull his pants up or tuck his softening cock away she had taken so much out of him.

“That good huh? Guess I really should find out for myself” The large grizzly said with a dark grin down at the barely conscious feline. She barely weighed anything to him, so it was no trouble to pick her up and carry her over to a large heavy looking wooden crate that appeared to be storing fishnets a little closer to the water’s edge. The large bear tested the box with a foot to make sure it was sturdy enough, before he sat down on it. With Pandora being carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he awkwardly tugged his pants down to better reveal his own thick cock properly.

“What…happening…” Pandora tried to ask, her mind felt incredibly sluggish as it fought to stay awake. The last time she had felt like this was a few years ago, when she had snuck into the pantry and found a bottle of the chubby rabbits cooking sherry. It had been bittersweet on her tongue, but it had left a nice warmth within her during that exceptionally cold winter spell. She had imbibed far more than she should have, when Falstaff had found her, she was barely conscious and stumbling along the castle halls singing nonsense songs.

This time, she awoke to feel something pressing insistently under her tail while her back rest against a nice, soft fuzzy chest. When she looked up above her, she was met by the upside-down grinning visage of the one-eyed grizzly bear. “Just relax and let it sink in Princess, you’ll enjoy it…I promise” he cooed down to her. At first, she wasn’t sure what he was talking about, at least not until she did relax, and she felt herself sink down onto something. Her eyes opened wide as a fresh white-hot ache was awoken beneath her tail, her body was fighting the intrusion, but it was a losing battle. She was positioned with her weight pressing down onto the bears member, which was lined up with her already once deflowered backdoor. Thanks to the wolf, she was far too slick and prepared to resist the bear now, which quickly became evident as every time she even relaxed just slightly, Pandora dropped a little further down onto his fleshy spear. It was even worse when the bear mimicked the wolf and reached down between her thighs to find her pearl and begin toying with it.

“Ohgods!” She mewled out aloud as another couple of inches suddenly slid up under her tail, filling her far more than before. Try as she might, Pandora could to nothing to stop the gradual progression of the bear up into her guts, and soon enough, she finally felt her buttocks come to rest in his lap.

“There you go, kitten” Dohman said softly down to her, almost affectionately so. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it. Just keep those legs of yours nice and wide for me so I can keep petting this pretty little pussy of yours for you” he said, sounding more stern this time. Pandora didn’t know why, but she found herself nodding obediently for him. The bears large fingers caressed and rubbed all along her hot, gooey little pussy, even dipping a digit just within her while he ground his rough palm against her pearl. This soon had the young Birman huffing and squirming anew in his lap, she had never felt something inside her womanhood before, she wanted more, but as much as she tried to buck against his finger, the bear made sure not to go too deep. Though she knew this was meant to preserve her purity for her eventual marriage one day, it didn’t stop her growing need right then!

“She’s got a grip like a starving alligator, don’t she?” Sven chuckled as he watched the bears usually stern expression slip and show just how much he was enjoying the Princess’s tight little behind gripping down on him.

“Fucking tighter than a taxman’s fist” Dohman agreed, it almost felt like she might actually succeed in sheering his cock off at the root at this rate. He had never felt something so perfectly, hot, tight and silky before. With Sven watching from a few feet away, the large bear wrapped an arm about Pandora’s slender waist in order to start working her up and down on his cock, slowly at first, but gradually building up the speed. Unfortunately, he had to forgo the petting of her pussy when the little bitch started to make too much noise, his hand had to relocate to her muzzle to muffle her cries before she drew unwanted attention to what was going on in their little alley. Thankfully it didn’t seem to make too much difference to the Princess as even without him petting her pearl, she seemed to relish having his thickness plunder her posterior.

Even Sven raised his brows when the slender young feline began to buck and shake in the bears lap, her hips jerking and twisting before she came hard and even managed to spatter a little of her royal nectar to the dirty ground before her. If he didn’t know any better, the look in the Princess’s eyes would make him think she were drunk, if not for the fact he knew she had not had a drop to drink.

“I know I’m good at converting women to this stuff, but I think I outdid myself this time” the red wolf chuckled and shook his head at the blushing feline sitting impaled in the large grizzly bear’s lap. Pandora couldn’t meet the wolf’s leering gaze, she felt that there was no way he couldn’t see the blush at her cheeks and ears, even with the darker fur on her face nor the gloom of the alleyway they were in.

“Got another one in you, kitten?” Dohman asked rhetorically, just as he started to bounce Pandora faster still in his lap. He didn’t wait for an answer of course, the dirty old bear just started bucking up into the Princess’s behind without warning, he even began using almost his entire length as he lifted her up as he pulled back, only to roughly cram her back down onto his thick waiting shaft. Even over the chatter from inside the Gilded Rose and over the sound of the water lapping at the pylons beneath them, Pandora could hear her toes click with how hard she was curling them every time the bear impaled her on his shaft.

She had never expected to feel such intense pleasure before, especially not from such a lewd and carnal act as this. But before long, Pandora’s head was swimming and becoming bogged down in a lusty haze as the bear forced another intense climax from her. Once more, her royal nectar was spilled to the ground before her, just before the bear unloaded his own under her tail, to join his partners deep inside her guts. By the time the bear was done with her, Pandora could barely stand, let alone walk. At least the wolf and bear had the common sense not to leave her unattended in that part of the city, perhaps they did still have some sense of pride and duty for their future Queen.

Dohman and Sven helped Pandora get dressed in her commoner’s outfit once again before they guided her through the streets, back towards the castle. All the while, Pandora could feel their messy seed trickle down the backs of her thighs from her aching and slightly gaped tail hole. She could not stop herself from blushing as every step seemed to work a little more of their essence out of her, making her behind feel slick and slimy, while the soft fur of her inner thighs and legs became matted with the stuff. There was no way they were going to try walk her into the castle at such an hour, not with her dressed and smelling as she was.

“This is as far as we dare go, your highness” Dohman mumbled, almost apologetically as they stopped a safe distance from the palace gates.

“It’s fine, I can make my way inside from here…” Pandora half mumbled, seeming to have regained some of her strength. Enough to walk a short distance at least.

“No hard feelings?” Sven asked with uncertainty, only now had he began to consider what they had just done and to who.

“No, no hard feelings” the young Berman feline Princess agreed with a friendly smile. “It was very…enlightening.”

“Well then, in that case, if you ever want to further your studies, you know where to find us” the red wolf offered with a lecherous grin and an overly dramatic bow.

“I just might take you up on that offer” she replied earnestly and with a fond smile. Clearly this was not the answer Sven and Dohman were expecting as they shared a surprised look, before they turned and headed back the way they came.

“Did you hear that? She actually wants more…” Sven said with a rather jovial tone.

“She’s going to make a great Queen someday” Dohman agreed with a chuckle.

Pandora waited until both of her new friends were out of sight before making her way over to the secret entrance, where she found her clothing still bundled up and waiting for her. The young feline winced as she bent over to collect her clothing so she could change into them before returning to her bedroom. For some reason, being dressed in such fine clothing while having two strangers’ essence buried deep up beneath her tail just made her feel extra naughty. Again, it was giving her that same excited tingle as she had felt earlier in the day, like she had felt before taking her first cock. Though the closer she got to her bedroom, the more tired Pandora began to feel. She could use a good few hours sleep, already she could hear her bed calling her name and she was all too eager to heed it.

“There you are!” Falstaff growled as Pandora suddenly appeared from inside her large cupboard. The arctic vixen strode over and grabbed her by the elbow to help her to her feet. Whatever chance Pandora had that her personal guard would not know what she was up to was quickly dashed when her little black nose twitched, and a low growl rumbled within her. “You smell dirty and of men, I do hope you have not done something silly, girl…”

“No, I would never…” Pandora tried to explain herself, but Falstaff was having none of it and began dragging the smaller feline out of her room and towards the royal washroom.

“Wake up you two gormless worms, your presence here is no longer required” Falstaff snapped at the two sleeping guards standing sentry just outside the doorway. Neither of whom dared argue or question the white vixen; with a salute, they both scampered away and back to their barracks. Once they were out of view, Falstaff all but dragged Pandora along with her. As always, the bathhouse had a constant stream of hot water which was cleverly piped through the kitchen to be warmed over the cooking fires and then into a large marble bath. The excess of which had been designed by her father’s engineers to keep their lavatories clean, requiring less assistance from the servants to muck them out so often.

Falstaff closed and locked the door behind them before turning to glare at her charge, her lips curled into an annoyed snarl as she spat out a single word “strip” which left no room for interpretation.

For once, Pandora did not have the energy or will to defy the larger arctic vixen and did as she was told. Though curiously, as she undressed from her fancy clothing, the vixen began to undo the fastenings of her heavy plate armour as well. By the time Pandora was completely naked, Falstaff wore nothing but a very loose-fitting cloth tunic. When she noticed the Princess’s confused look, she sighed and shook her head before explaining “I failed in my duty to your father, and you have been out doing something stupid. I am simply going to bath you, better I do it than the servants who no doubt would start rumours about you” she offered with an almost apologetic stare. “That and I must assess the damage you have done to yourself, if any.”

Pandora nodded meekly; the gravity of her situation started to sink in. Her night of fun could very well have cost her father the chance of marrying her off to another noble and securing their might in the near future. As such, she let Falstaff guide her down into the warm water, where the vixen began to first gently wash the nights grime and dirt from the young Princess. Her touch was softer, more gentle than the bear or wolfs she noticed, it felt rather nice. Even when Falstaff washed Pandora’s face as if she were a little child, the feline found she didn’t mind it so much. Though it did feel strange feeling the vixen’s strong hands begin washing along her chest and breasts, she swore the touches to her nipples were not merely just to clean her, however. By the time Falstaff had worked her way down to the Princess’s posterior, Pandora was already starting to squirm and breathe a little heavier once again.

“Bend over for me, rest your hands against the edge of the bath so I may inspect the damage” Falstaff ordered, which Pandora nodded and did as she was told once again. Slowly she bent forward and rest her hands against the smooth white marble before her, while the vixen knelt down in the warm water behind her. She could feel slender fingers caress up along her inner thighs before thumbs gently pried her womanhood apart. “So far so good…” she noted.

“I didn’t…they didn’t…mmph!” Pandora began to explain that she hadn’t been used in that manner, but Falstaff was having none of it. She gently inserted two fingers into the young woman bent over before her and made sure she was still intact, herself.

“Good, your maidenhead is still there. That’s a relief…” The vixen noted, but she could still smell the men on the Princess. Curiously, she gently gripped and lifted the young felines tail in one hand as the other lightly pried a buttock aside. “Ah, I see…” the vixen mumbled to herself, which just made Pandora blush deeper than before, at least before she gasped in surprise. There was an odd sensation beneath her tail now, if felt like Falstaff was…rubbing her there? Pandora couldn’t stop herself from gasping softly at the gentle touch, nor stop her tail from flicking wildly above either. “Good, I don’t see any real damage here either…though judging by your response, I take it you enjoyed what they did to you, Princess?” Falstaff asked, with a strange note to her voice, one Pandora had never heard before.

“I…it was…yes…” she eventually admitted, her head hanging low in both shame and embarrassment. Her ears lay flat as she waited for Falstaff’s admonishment of her foolish actions, but strangely enough, it never came. Instead, Pandora’s eyes opened wide when she felt slender fingers begin to circle around and then press inside her aching behind. “Falstaff?” she mewled questioningly as the vixen held her in place by her grip on the Princess’s tail, while her other hand gently pumped two slender digits in and out of her behind.

“I’m just applying some ointment that will help you recover faster” the vixen almost growled, but it was not the usual angry or annoyed growling she was so used to hearing. This was something else entirely, something that sent a spark of thrill coursing through Pandora’s core. “You are a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” Falstaff chuckled when she noticed the young feline rocking back against her fingers. “I can feel your greedy little asshole trying to suck my fingers deeper. Do you like that, Princess, having something under your tail?” the arctic vixen asked rather bluntly.

“Yes…” it took Pandora a moment to build up the courage to respond, but it was already obvious she did. She couldn’t stop herself from panting and moaning, not while her beautiful vixen bodyguard was playing with her butt like that.

“Well then, show me what you learned tonight, and I might give you what you want…” Falstaff growled and cruelly withdrew her fingers from the Princess’s needy behind. When Pandora mewled plaintively in response, the vixen still did not continue, which prompted her to turn around and see what was happening.

Pandora’s mind had a hard time understanding what she was seeing, Falstaff had discarded her garment now, but something did not look right. The vixen was as beautiful and as svelte as she had suspected, with a bountiful chest capped with two tiny pink areolae. Her waist was narrow with flared hips and a toned belly, where her abdominal muscles were easily visible even through her lush white fur. But what confused Pandora, was the fact there was a thick pink shaft where a woman’s slit should be. The vixen’s sheath was pulled back to expose the decent sized knot sitting just above a modest sized sack with two nicely shaped orbs beneath. Falstaff grinned at the stunned look on her charges face as she sat at the opposite edge of the bath, one of her black furred hands idly stroking at herself.

“Now you know my secret, just as I know yours” the vixen admitted with a slight grin. “Now come, show me what you have learned, Princess” she offered with an outstretched hand. Pandora was drawn in, like a moth to the flame. She let herself be guided to kneel before Falstaff, where the vixen gently brushed a hand across the beautiful feline’s cheek, only to catch behind her head and guide her forward.

This time, unlike with the bear, Pandora willingly parted her lips and teeth to let the gorgeous vixen sink her turgid flesh into her maw. While not as girthy as the bear had been, Falstaff was no slouch in the length department. Vaguely she reminded the Princess of the wolf soldier and the bunny she had spied on, her length seemed almost too large for her slender frame. As she began to suck and bob her maw along the vixen’s length, Falstaff gave little encouraging groans and pants. Soon she too was moving beneath the princess as she started to lightly buck up against her lips.

Pandora didn’t know why, but she felt oddly at ease with Falstaff, even given the position she was currently in. Soon she began to explore and experiment, raising one hand to gently grasp about the vixen’s knot and even began squeezing gently, which got an appreciative groan from her protector. The felines other hand snuck down between the vixen’s thighs, more out of curiosity than anything as she wanted to feel what those orbs felt like. They had a gentle weight to them, feeling soft yet firm, but what most surprised Pandora, was how they twitched and jumped every time she did something that made Falstaff groan or gasp. Soon there was a salty splash of something against Pandora’s tongue, which the vixen mumbled a little “Precum…means you’re doing very well, Princess” with an affectionate pat to her cheek.

She knew she was on the right track at least, the way she was gently rolling and toying with Falstaff’s orbs in her palm and the way she squeezed about her knot, Pandora was rewarded with more salty splashes against her tongue. The felines lips curled deviously as an idea came to her, with her fingers questing a little further back behind Falstaff’s orbs, she found what she was looking for and began to tease a finger around the vixen’s own little opening. She knew her suspicious were correct when the arctic vixen gave an uncharacteristic “Princess!” as a finger gently probed the centre of her tail hole, followed by an even larger salty spurt against her tongue as a reward.

Pandora began to purr as she gently worked her finger deeper into the vixen’s behind, soon adding a second, just as the red wolf had done to her earlier. As she toyed with her personal guards behind, the Princess continued to bob her muzzle up and down the vixen’s throbbing length, almost in time to her fingers gently pumping in and out of her. For once, Falstaff was not admonishing or moaning at her, instead she was moaning her name and praising her. Though her words were quickly becoming strained as her own climax rapidly approached. This time, Pandora was ready for it, she had not gotten to taste the red wolf of bears deposits earlier, so she was curious what Falstaff would taste like.

With a low drawn-out groan, Falstaff came hard inside her charge’s maw, her hands gripped handfuls of the Princess’s long silky hair while she bucked up into her maw over and over again. Pandora grinned up at Falstaff as she let the vixen use her maw, her fingers seemed to have found a spot inside the vixen that made her twitch and buck a little harder too, just how having her pearl touched did to her. The stuff in her maw didn’t taste quite how she expected, there was a saltiness to it, but mostly it was just bitter, but not in a bad or disgusting way. Pandora pulled her maw from Falstaff’s member and toyed with the slimy warmth in her mouth as she tried to decide if she liked it or not, but ultimately, she couldn’t decide and just simply swallowed it. That she found she did enjoy, the feeling of the warmth travelling down into the pit of her belly which vaguely reminded her of the cooks sherry.

Falstaff watched as the Princess swirled her cum around inside her maw, it was not something she had ever expected to see in her lifetime. More than just a noblewoman was playing with her seed as it tasting a fine wine, not only that, she did not seem disgusted by it and even eventually swallowed it with a purr. Seeing such a reaction was rather erotic to the vixen, enough so that it reversed the softening of her member which had started to take effect soon after her climax. Watching the gorgeous Pandora play with her cum was quite the aphrodisiac indeed and soon the vixen was back at full mast. With a playful growl, she reached out to grab about the felines waist and turn her back around.

Pandora giggled as she was spun about and marched to her end of the bath again, once more being guided to bend over for Falstaff. Only, this time she knew it was not fingers touching beneath her tail as both the vixen’s hands were still gripped about her hips. With a knowing grin back at her protector, Pandora lifted her fluffy white tail invitingly, which Falstaff was only too eager to accept. With a slow push forward, the arctic vixen began to sink herself into her future Queen’s heavenly posterior. Her ointments had already worked wonders, not only did the Princess feel wonderfully tight and warm, but slick as well. It didn’t take long until Falstaff’s knot pressed between Pandora’s buttocks as she hilted the young feline with surprising ease.

“Your Princess orders you to fuck her…” Pandora uttered out suddenly, as she attempted to sound stern. She had never cursed before; it was obvious this was something she had heard and learned during her evening sojourn out into the city. But hearing the pretty little feline curse and in such a lewd manner only excited the vixen all the more.

“Your wish is my command, your majesty” Falstaff eagerly acquiesced, her hips drawing back a few inches, before bucking back into the feline before her. It didn’t take long before she had a steady rhythm going and thanks to having only just recently climaxed, she knew she would last a good deal longer than she usually would in similar circumstances.

This time, it was her own hand which alighted upon her pearl. With Falstaff’s nails digging into her hips with such a tight grip, Pandora needed to use her own touch to add to her pleasure. Just as the red wolf had done before, she too teased and toyed with her little love button, only now that she was in control of that touch, she pushed herself to newer heights much faster. It didn’t take long before she was pressing and bucking back against Falstaff’s thrusts and whimpering for more. The vixen was only too happy to oblige as well as she hammered at her Princess’s royal behind, no doubt relishing the opportunity to return the favour of being a royal pain in the ass.

“Falstaff…I’m going to…” Pandora huffed and groaned, feeling that same welling up of emotions building with the pit of her belly, just behind her groin.

“Cum for me your majesty” Falstaff replied with a low growl, as she did her best not to slow down the pace of her fucking.

“Cum…” the Princess repeated, is that what it was called? Yes, cum…she was going to cum! With a low needy groan, Pandora began to jerk and shudder as she came hard once again, her fingers almost a blur between her thighs as she rubbed at herself furiously. Without warning, the young Birman found herself being pulled back and down into the water with Falstaff, even before her climax subsided.

“Your majesty, may I…tie you?” Falstaff panted into Pandora’s ear as she sat the feline down in her lap, her knot already pressed firmly against the felines still clenching and gripping backdoor.

“Yes…please…” Pandora replied without thinking or even understanding what was being asked of her. But she would soon find out as Falstaff’s grip tightened about her waist and began to push her down harder. The young Princess groaned as she felt the vixen’s knot pressing insistently against her pucker, trying to stretch her wider than ever before. It felt an impossible task for her to take it, but eventually, with the aid of the ointments and the relaxing warm water, her body relented and with a sudden drop, Pandora felt it pop inside herself.

“Thank you, your majesty” Falstaff groaned and growled, while she buried her face into the Princess’s long silver locks. The way the felines tail hole was fluttering and squeezing down around her, it almost made it impossible for the vixen to reach her peak too. But she did and soon another load was spent deep within the future Queen.

“That was…” Pandora huffed and panted as she lay back against the vixen’s chest, finding it rather wonderful feeling another woman’s breasts against her back while a hard length was hilted inside her, especially while it pumped her full of more warm gooey goodness.

“Magnificent” the vixen completed for her, sounding almost dreamy. Her hands finally had released the felines hips, instead now they idly wondered along her body, from between her thighs and up to her breasts with almost tender and loving caresses.

“I’ll make you a deal, Falstaff…” Pandora began to speak, though she was panting, she still sounded rather serious. “I’ll stop trying to sneak off, if you agree to do this with me some more, deal?” the feline asked with a content purr.

“Not even Queen yet and already a master at diplomacy” the vixen chuckled before leaning in and giving a tender kiss to the side of her Princess’s neck. “Deal.”