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“Hey, BB, why didn't you just make this a straight-up fanfiction of King's Quest 6?”

Well, I was. But it turns out my lore knowledge of this very old game was missing one critical detail. That certain detail involves Princess Cassima. I was a few thousand words deep before I decided to perform a Google search, scream “GODDAMN IT” at the top of my lungs, and revise everything to a legally distinct version of the story where everyone is significantly older and the age that I originally thought the characters were when I first played it. If literally every furry artist can do it for Beastars, I can do it here. Also, Roberta Williams, what the fuck?

Saladin is still the same, because he's the entire reason I wrote this.

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Captain Saladin, Princess Kassina's loyal collie guard dog, stood atop the castle. His keen eyes surveyed the Isle of the Crown. Beyond the beaches at the island's boundaries, the other land masses that comprised the Land of the Green Isles loomed on the horizon as indistinct gray lumps. It was though the very air were being changed by the miasma of contempt and suspicion that had fallen over the kingdom. And it had all begun when he arrived. Abdul Alhazred. Perhaps today would be the day when that changed.

The door to the roof creaked open, and a fellow guard dog stepped through. Sergeant Gruff, his wrinkled bulldog visage scowling in contempt, held up a dead mouse by its tail for his captain to see.

“Your trick seemed ta' work,” Gruff said, tossing the carcass toward Saladin's feet. “But are ya' really gonna do it? Based solely on this?”

“I'll do what I must,” Saladin replied, his powerful voice reflecting a will of iron. “And so shall you. Go to the princess's chamber door and make sure nobody enters. Especially not the vizier.”

The sergeant offered his superior an uncertain glance. If Vizier Alhazred wanted to access the princess's room, there wasn't a damn thing any guard dog would be able to do about it. Nonetheless, he raised no objection and retreated back into the castle's interior.

Saladin sighed as he tapped the mouse with the toe of his boot. Last night he had convened a meeting of his most trusted guard dogs in the armory to discuss a clandestine and dangerous assignment: the unmasking of Alhazred. The vizier had appeared at the castle gates months ago, seemingly out of nowhere. He wowed the royal family with displays of magic, the likes of which the Green Isles had never seen. Lead became gold. Stones became precious gems. Alhazred and his associate, a scrawny, perpetually shirtless man with eyes that gleamed, promised to usher in an age of prosperity. Then the islands fell into chaos over accusations of theft. Then both the queen and king died in their chambers on the very same night. Then Alhazred began making marriage proposals to the princess, even before she had a moment to mourn. The whole scheme was brazen and poorly concealed…but Saladin still needed proof.

This was the intent behind Saladin's secret guard dog meeting. The collie set a small cage containing a healthy captive mouse and a tiny wedge of cheese on the table. One guard dog, Howl, was assigned to distract Alhazred with a false report that some of his favorite wine had been pilfered from the basement. Jowl was ordered to distract the vizier's bizarre associate, Shamir Shamazzle, with a bag of the mint candy that he was terminally obsessed with. Sergeant Gruff had the most important assignment of all. He was to enter the royal bedchambers, which had gone untouched since the death of the occupants, and rub the piece of cheese along the rims of the golden goblets (transformed from steel by the vizier, naturally) that the king and queen had sipped their final taste of wine from. After that, the cheese would be fed to the mouse.

Saladin knelt and examined the unfortunate creature. Its eyes were open and bloodshot. A red foam lined its nostrils. It was just as it had been with King Calaphim and Queen Alaria. The dog took the poor thing by its tail and flung it from the roof. Grabbing the hilt of his sword, he marched toward the door.

—

“W-What is the meaning of this?! How dare you intrude on me, mutt!” Vizier Alhazred growled, sweeping aside the letter he had been writing. He wasn't fast enough to conceal the drawing of a black hand on the signature line.

“Apologies, vizier, but I have news regarding the theft of your wine,” Saladin spoke evenly, bowing slightly to the human despite the contempt roiling in his belly.

The fear and rage on the man's face subsided. Alhazred frowned, stroking his beard. “I see…get on with it, then.”

Saladin reached into a satchel at his waist, pulling out a half-empty bottle of wine and a golden goblet. The vizier's eyes widened as he watched the dog set it down in front of him.

“I found this bottle concealed in a log outside of the castle grounds. I believe it may be yours, but only your discerning palate can confirm my suspicion,” Saladin explained, pouring the wine into the goblet. “I brought you this vessel as well, to sample the evidence. It suits your standing.”

Alhazred's eyes burned with fury, twinkling in the firelight like the lustrous vessel on his desk. He pinched his beard between his fingers as if he were trying to grind it into dust. “I do not care about the wine. I have larger matters to attend to. Take the bottle, take the cup, and begone.”

“Surely there is no reason why you cannot take a small sip,” Saladin spoke, his face betraying nothing. “A single taste will resolve all of this.”

Dog and man locked eyes, each creature taking the other's measure. The subtext of what Captain Saladin had just said was clear. There was no amicable outcome to be had.

Steel flashed in the firelight as Vizier Alhazred drew a dagger from within his cloak. The man was skilled at subterfuge, but combat was not his forte. His clumsy thrust was stopped by the collie's agile hand, which seized him by the wrist. Spinning on his heel, the dog slid behind Alhazred and, with his free hand, grabbed the goblet–mashing the rim into the human's lips. Tainted wine gushed into his sputtering mouth for but a moment. A moment was enough. Saladin body-checked the vizier with all of his strength, sending the stricken man tumbling face-first into the wall. He crumpled to the floor, clutching his bloody, messy face.

“S-Shamir…” Alhazred gasped, veins bulging in his astonished eyes. “C-Come to…me…”

Saladin recoiled in surprise as the vizier's associate materialized in a cloud of smoke. His eyes gleamed, despite the fact that he was not facing the room's fireplace. “Master?! Do you…have a command?” the mysterious man crooned uncertainly.

Only choking sounds emerged from Alhazred's mouth. His hand, contorted into a twitching claw, extended toward Shamir before dropping into his lap. Two more gruesome, hitching breaths were drawn…and then Abdul Alhazred sat motionless like a discarded marionette.

“Master is…dead,” Shamir Shamazzle moaned, glancing at the guard dog with his glowing eyes. A smile blossomed on his angular face. “Oh, huzzah! The horrid master is dead! Now I will have a new one! Oh, but who shall it be?! Who will touch my lamp first?”

Captain Saladin followed Shamir's eyes to the corner of the room. A slender blue lamp stood there. It was innocuous enough, though he had heard genie lamps often were.

“Genie,” Saladin spoke, walking tentatively toward the enchanted item. “Is it as you say? A mere touch is all it requires to become your new master?”

“Indeed! Now that my previous one has departed! Boohoo!” the genie replied, his voice dripping with open mockery of the dead man.

Saladin's fuzzy brow furrowed. Whoever wielded Shamir Shamazzle wielded almost unfathomable power. Perhaps he should just destroy the lamp right now and take him out of play. No…there was no guarantee that would even have the desired outcome. And besides, there was much a genie could do in benevolent hands. Perhaps Princess Kassina…no, that wouldn't do either. She was kind, but young and naive. Too easy to manipulate, and too heartbroken by the current state of her kingdom. The genie's magic must be wielded by someone sympathetic to her, but that person must also have the wisdom and resolve required to make the right choices. The hard choices, in particular.

Captain Saladin exhaled slowly. Then he strode forward and pressed the pad of his hand to the cool ceramic of the lamp.

“Oh, a canine master! Such irony! I love it!” Shamir crowed, clapping his hands. “What shall we do first?”

“A fine question,” grumbled Saladin. “Let's start by getting rid of this human refuse against yonder wall. Then you can explain his entire plot to me, in detail.”

—

Princess Kassina sat on her mother's throne as the morning light filtered through the throne room's elegant windows. Her beautiful face was clouded with sorrow as black as her raven hair. The many details of Saladin's briefing plagued her. Alhazred, that conniving serpent, had destabilized the kingdom by killing its rulers and stealing a sacred item from each island. Now her subjects were at each other's throats, each one blaming the other for the thefts. What's more, the inhuman residents were distrustful of the humans, some to the extent that they would undoubtedly reject being ruled by a woman. Though the plot had been unraveled, the lingering resentment would not easily be assuaged.

“I deeply apologize that I can't revive your parents,” Shamir moaned, bowing his hairy, bare torso in supplication. “Even a genie's power cannot supercede the Lord of the Dead's.”

“Understandable, Shamir,” Kassina sighed. “But I do so wish I had them to guide me. Reuniting the islands is beyond my abilities. I don't know what to do.”

“I regret that I cannot warp their minds into loving one another, either,” Shamir shrugged dramatically. “Another ability that is tragically out of my grasp! Oh, poo!”

“I wouldn't want that, anyway. It wouldn't be right,” Kassina replied, gazing pensively at the magic mirror that had been used to commune with delegates from each island just hours ago.

The Winged Ones and the Isle of Wonder residents flatly refused to communicate with a human. The druids had been more amicable, but the offense against their Sacred Oak being handled by unclean hands (Shamir's, as it turns out) still fomented discord among their leaders. To a young woman with no diplomatic training, this task must have been terribly daunting. But during the long night Saladin had spent palavering with the genie, they had come up with a bold idea.

“Your grace, might I make a suggestion?” Saladin spoke, bowing slightly to the bewildered princess.

“Of course, captain. I'll always welcome your counsel,” Kassina replied, her hopeful eyes meeting the dog's.

“Then please, approach the mirror and look into it,” Saladin requested, gesturing to the magic mirror. “Shamir, prepare to show her what we discussed.”

“Who are we speaking to?” Kassina asked as she took her place before the mirror. “We've already talked to every–oh!”

Sparkles flew from the genie's waggling fingertips into the mirror's enchanted glass. Princess Kassina's reflection swirled briefly before taking a new shape. An inhuman shape. Her face was that of a Belgian Sheepdog, angular and beautiful with silky fur as black as her human hair. A comical look of surprise adorned her canine and true face. Saladin swallowed hard as an unfamiliar warmth bloomed in his chest.

“W-What is this?” Princess Kassina gasped.

“It is clear to me, and undoubtedly to you, that the gulf between humans and non-humans in our land is a wide one,” Saladin began, his hand nervously pawing at the pommel of his weapon. “Perhaps transforming yourself in a manner such as this would help bridge that gap.”

Saladin had half expected the princess to reject his suggestion outright, perhaps reacting with disgust at the form he'd envisioned. She did not. Instead, she leaned forward, tilting her head this way and that.

“You know…once I commit myself to this, I wouldn't be able to go back,” Kassina mused. “It would be seen as a betrayal of my conviction. But what would my parents think?”

“I think they would be proud of you,” Saladin said, surprising even himself. He was not one for sentiment, and yet something about seeing the princess like this brought such feelings forth easily.

Kassina looked back at her guard captain, smiling gently at his kind words. Then, placing her hands on her broad hips, she spoke to Shamir Shamazzle. “Change me, then. Let's not waste any more time.”

“Master?” the genie asked, glancing at Saladin for confirmation. The collie nodded. “Razzle dazzle snap and snazzle!”

Glimmers of magic poured from Shamir's outstretched hands toward the princess. A gleaming mist enshrouded her, and soon she was consumed entirely. Gasps echoed through the room as the haze slowly receded. Saladin's heart skipped a beat as Kassina's dark canine eyes met his. She smiled gently before running her tongue over her new muzzle full of predator's teeth.

“I hope I can get used to these,” she mumbled, prodding at one incisor with her tongue tip.

“I'm certain you will,” Saladin assured her, gripping his pommel as if trying to crush it.

Princess Kassina turned once more to the mirror. This time, there was no enchantment. She saw her true self and did not despair. Instead, she touched the mirror and closed her eyes, picturing the rulers of the Winged Ones. The glass swirled, and soon an image of Lord Azure and Ariel appeared. They were impossibly tall humanoids seated on marble thrones, silken robes draped from their muscular bodies. Great white wings arched proudly over their backs.

“Who…who is this? How is it that you're speaking to us?!” Lord Azure shouted, his brows furrowed.

“Dear, look! She wears the garments of Princess Kassina!” Ariel gasped, leaning forward and pointing.

“And the royal ring,” Kassina said, thrusting out her black-furred hand. The brilliant red gems set into it were arranged in the shape of her family crest. There were none like it anywhere else, save for the hands of her mother and father in their tombs. “I have chosen to forsake my humanity, if it would help bind the Land of the Green Isles together in unity once more.”

Lord Azure stroked his chin, regarding the princess's new form with uncertainty. “This is most unorthodox, princess,” he began. “It is true that my people are deeply angered by a human stealing our Golden Fleece. The resentment is still fresh, despite the return of our treasure. This gesture, though…it's given me pause.”

“To forsake your very self, your being…” Ariel considered. “I cannot doubt your commitment to healing our shattered kingdom.”

“Nor should you,” Kassina replied. “Save for the restoration of my beloved parents to life, there is nothing I desire more.”

Lord Azure's eyes darkened at the mention of Caliphim and Alaria. Though they had been entirely human, the Winged Ones had nothing but the utmost respect for their late rulers. Seeing their daughter now, he felt the ember of devotion to the crown glow with renewed vigor within his heart.

“You have given me much to consider, princess,” Azure spoke at last. “Perhaps you should visit our mountaintop soon. Your words, and your form, may stir my subjects as you've stirred me.”

“It would be my honor,” Kassina spoke, bowing slightly.

“I shall send an invitation soon,” Azure said, raising his hand to sever the magical connection. “I look forward to our future collaboration.”

The mirror swirled and then returned to normal. Kassina stared at her new face, her muzzle open and panting slightly as the suppressed tension trembled through her overstressed body.

“Ooo, that went well!” Shamir remarked, clapping his hands over his hirsute sternum. “I can't wait to see the look on the chess queens' faces!”

“Your grace,” Saladin objected, approaching her. “Perhaps you should take a moment to–”

“No,” Kassina halted him, her hand already reaching to the mirror. “I am ready.”

Saladin grinned slightly, an expression he very rarely indulged in. She surely was.

—

The collie sighed as his boots clopped nimbly up the steps leading to the roof of the castle. It had been a long, arduous, and momentous day. He desperately needed the serenity of the night air and the wind whispering through the trees. His hand hesitated for just a moment as he reached the door leading out. It was already slightly ajar.

Sitting on the parapet, gazing out at the stars with her ebony eyes, was Princess Kassina. Her silky black fur shone in the moonlight beneath her equally silky nightgown.

“Your grace,” Saladin addressed her, the words sticking slightly in his throat as he took in her beauty. “I did not mean to intrude.”

Kassina patted the parapet next to her. “You aren't. In fact, I would like it very much if you joined me.”

Captain Saladin frowned. If it were to come out that the princess had been consorting with her guard captain in a secluded spot in the middle of the night, he knew exactly which direction the rumor mill would begin to turn. It certainly wouldn't help that the princess was now a canine, just as he was. Some would even suggest that he'd deliberately coerced her into taking that form for salacious reasons.

“But didn't you?” a taunting voice in the back of his mind jeered. “When the genie suggested that form, you could have said no.”

“Is everything okay?” Kassina asked.

Saladin swallowed and nodded, striding up to the parapet and taking a seat next to the princess. His bushy red and white tail dangled next to her slender black one over the edge of the roof. He searched for the right words to say before finally settling on the ones he was beholden to say.

“Any time you wish, I can ask the genie to return you to your human form,” Saladin murmured, casting a cautious look toward the princess.

“No,” Kassina sighed. “The success of today's meetings was evidence of what you and I both suspected. The Land of the Green Isles can't be healed by a human hand. And…well, never mind. I’m being silly.”

“Never, princess. Speak freely!” Saladin encouraged her, his sudden outburst of unbecoming eagerness sending a bolt of anxiety through his chest.

Kassina smiled, perhaps hoping to assuage the shame in his eyes. “It's just that…now that I'm no longer human, I almost feel more a part of the Green Isles. My new form doesn't feel like a mask or a costume. It feels as though I have a more intimate bond with this place and the creatures in it! For the first time since my parents departed…I think that I can do this. I truly do.”

Her words washed away Saladin's angst, replacing it with joy. To hear the young ruler speak with such passion, such love for her land and all the many strange inhabitants…it felt like his heart might burst and overflow with pride.

“That's wonderful, princess. If there is any service I can provide, please know–”

Her hand slid over his. The warmth of her paw pads pressed into his fur. Saladin twitched, but did not pull away. He couldn't bring himself to. Nor could he bring himself to object when Kassina scooted closer and pressed herself into his arm, stroking and squeezing its muscular circumference with her other hand.

“Princess, I–” he began to object without much conviction.

“You said that you would provide any service,” Kassina reminded him, pressing her muzzle into his shoulder. “Knowing that you're in my castle has always been a source of courage for me, and having you by my side only strengthens that feeling. Even during these strange times.”

“Do you feel strange? In your new form, I mean?” he asked, turning his hand over so his palm pressed against hers.

“Not as much as I would have thought,” she sighed. “But the smells are definitely a change. They're so intense…and they tell me so much.”

Saladin felt a surge of shame and fear surge through him. He had completely forgotten about her new canine nose and how it would reveal the reaction to her body's warmth against him. The collie turned to his princess, his muzzle preparing to stammer an apology. Her smile stopped him.

“It's okay,” Kassina whispered, pressing her cool nose into the fluffy fur surrounding his neck. “What does my smell tell you about me?”

He gulped. There was no mistaking what that primal scent signified. But that just couldn't happen. It wasn't right. Sensing his hesitation, Kassina caressed Saladin's muzzle and directed his eyes toward her.

“My parents were desperate, you know? I was so far into womanhood, and there was no husband. No grandchildren. Is it any wonder Alhazred was able to work his way into their good graces so easily?” Kassina asked him.

The uncomfortable question weighed heavily on him. It wasn't his place to even speak of such matters. And yet, he knew he must. “I know. It pained me to see that devil inflicting himself on you and your family. But it was not my place to intervene.”

“I apologize. You must have felt so powerless,” Kassina spoke, her eyes shining with tears. “But now…there is nobody more precious to me than you. Your strength and your council is the only certainty that I truly have. And your love for me…I can smell it, as clear as coming rain or blooming honeysuckle.”

Her words were like the sun emerging from behind a stormcloud, filling Saladin's spirit with light and burning away all uncertainty. His lips moved toward hers, and she approached his in turn. Their meeting was slow at first, and then intense. Muzzles parted, and tongues danced. A sharp tingle raced down Kassina's spine to the tip of her tail as Saladin's strong hand slid across her neck.

“You know…” Kassina gasped, pulling away. “When I said that my new body wasn't much different from my old one, I meant it. Shall I show you what I mean?”

Saladin nodded, suddenly unable to speak.

Kassina stood, smiling down at him slyly. She reached for the straps of her gown and slid them off of her slender shoulders. The shimmering fabric fluttered down and pooled at her feet.

“Tell me, Saladin. And be honest,” Kassina asked, smiling mischievously as she clasped her hands behind her back. “Am I still beautiful?”

“More so now than ever,” Saladin panted, his muzzle unable to fully close.

Moonlight cast a blue glow over the princess's ebony fur. Kassina’s form was a masterpiece of gentle, feminine curves–particlarly her muscular thighs and ass. Her nipples stood firmly on her perky breasts as the cool night air took effect on them. The short fur covering her pubic mound did little to cover her vulva. The princess noticed his gaze lingering particularly long there.

“First time seeing a female naked? I can't imagine guard dogs had many opportunities, being magical constructs and all.”

Saladin immediately averted his eyes. “W-Well, princess, I never had any reason–”

“There's no need to explain,” Kassina chuckled, retaking her seat on the parapet. “I've never seen a male nude either. For the same reason, I suppose. I'd like to change that, however.”

Saladin’s muzzle jerked toward her, surprise and uncertainty etched on his face. He could see that she wasn't joking. “Very well. If my liege commands it.”

The collie stood as Kassina had, and after a moment of hesitation, he began the considerably more arduous process of disrobing. His armored chest piece clanked as he slid it off and set it down on the stones. Next came the doublet, revealing his muscular chest adorned with thick tufts of tricolor fur.

“Wow,” Kassina remarked. She imagined how his body might feel against her hands…or perhaps her own body.

Hear burned in Saladin's cheeks as he continued. Being admired in this way was an alien sensation, but not an unwelcome one. The armor at his hips dropped as he unfastened the straps. At long last, he kicked away his boots and slid his trousers down his powerful thighs.

Kassina leaned forward, taking in the sight of his warrior's physique, clad in fluff. Her eyes lingered, just as his had, on what lay between his thighs. Guard dogs were magically constructed life forms, and they'd clearly been modeled after human males in many respects. She recognized the shape of a humanoid penis from a medical journal she'd once leafed through in the castle library. The thick, furless appendage bobbed slightly above his fuzzy scrotum. It wasn't entirely flaccid…

“Did I cause that?” she asked, pointing at his maleness.

“I apologize, I…”

“For what?” Kassina asked, bouncing to her feet and going to him. She pressed her palm to his chest. His heartbeat shuddered through her fingers as his scent wafted into her canine nose. “I'm flattered.”

Saladin's hand slid around the princess's waist, coming to a rest at the base of her tail. His other hand slid behind her head and guided her into a passionate kiss. Their tongues caressed one another…before their canines clacked together.

“Sorry!” the princess gasped. “I'm not used to having a muzzle just yet, and…”

She looked down. The tip of Saladin's penis poked at her belly as it formed to its full length. Kassina reached down and took his shaft in her hand, gently pulling back his foreskin. She watched, enraptured, as the broad glans came into view.

“Is this okay?” the princess asked, shifting the skin gingerly back and forth.

“Gods yes,” Saladin moaned.

His own hand slid around her hip to the softness beneath her belly. The warmth of her against his hand made his cock leap against Kassina's fingers. His own fingertips pressed between her labia, quickly finding a small nub between them. Following his instincts, the collie used the moisture of her sex to allow his index finger to glide over it. The sheepdog gasped into his neck.

“Get your finger a little wetter and keep going,” Kassina suggested.

Saladin brought his finger to his mouth and wet it (oh Gods, he could taste her!) before bringing it back down to toy with that hot little bump. The princess's hips writhed, occasionally sending his digit slicing lower between her labia. He took the hint, sliding it lower…and then up. Smooth, sticky flesh welcomed him in until he felt a small portion covered in subtle ridges.

“There! Rub there!” she cried.

He did, locking eyes with her as he massaged her from the inside. Her breasts pressed into him as she surrendered to his ministrations. Her heartbeat fluttered, and her left leg slid around his. Kassina could feel that her sex was ready. Eager. Thank goodness she'd insisted on horseback riding lessons when she was younger. A hymen would've made this so much more awkward.

“I want something else,” Kassina whispered, gently pushing his hand away from her loins and holding it in hers. “Something thicker.”

Saladin gulped. The tip of his cock felt like it might burst. “Are you…certain?”

“Since we're both dogs now, perhaps we should adhere to tradition,” Princess Kassina suggested, pulling away from her guard captain and walking back to the parapet. She leaned her body over the stone barrier before raising her tail skyward. The invitation was clear.

Saladin approached, his penis leading him like a dowsing rod. He knelt down behind her, marveling at the sight of her most intimate parts…and the scent. As his hand grasped her tail and slid up its length, it occurred to him that he might be the luckiest dog on earth.

“Are you just going to stare at it?” the princess teased, hiking her hips up just a bit more. “You know what it's for, don't you?”

“Of course,” Saladin growled, taking his erection in hand.

He had never seen a naked female, of course. Until recently, there had been none of his kind–and all humans were off limits. But he knew academically how it must work. There was instinct, too. It cried out instructions in his hindbrain as we smeared the tip of his cock against Kassina's sticky labia. Occasionally, he'd brush the fleshy lips in such a way that he could see the pink channel waiting to welcome him in. Saladin wouldn't keep her waiting for another second.

The fat tip pressed in, and the lips yielded to it. He could feel his glans being squeezed as it passed through the entrance before it slid into a warm, pillowy passage. Her pussy pressed in hard as Kassina's body twitched. Saladin halted his advance.

“Are you well, princess?” he asked, stroking her trembling rear.

“Y-yes…just growing accustomed to you,” she replied. “I'm not more experienced than you. But you can keep going.”

Saladin nodded and continued. Four of his inches were buried in her body. Perhaps that was enough to start. The dog rocked his hips gently, angling his hips in such a way that his tip caressed the ridged section inside of her that had made her moan. As it turned out, a penis was more effective at massaging that spot than his fingers. Kassina's claws dragged across stone as he skillfully targeted her most sensitive inner flesh.

“Oh, captain! Captain, do not stop doing that!” the sheepdog snarled, bouncing her hips up in time with his thrusts.

Pleasuring females was not something Saladin understood well, but he knew that only a fool would ignore her request. So he continued, relishing the feeling of her slimy sex rubbing at his exposed frenulum. More incredible than that primal sensation was the knowledge that his body, his cock, was making a female twitch and groan with bliss. Kassina reached back and found her clitoris, strumming it as his glistening shaft slid in and out nearby.

“I think…I…I believe…” Kassina babbled, choking on her words. “Fast! Faster!”

Saladin obliged, although his thighs were starting to burn with the effort. This was about her, now. He bucked into her until, suddenly, her vagina clamped down so hard it felt like it was trying to force him out. Unsure of what to do, he stood still and moaned as his sensitive tip was manhandled by her spasming muscles. Kassina's palm slapped against the castle as gargling noises emerged from her throat. Just as Saladin began to contemplate asking her if she was okay again, she relaxed all at once. The princess looked back over her shoulder, her grin gleaming in the moonlight.

“Amazing,” she groaned. “You’re so amazing. But it's your turn.”

“My turn?” Saladin panted before realizing what she meant. “That's not necessary. We can…”

Kassina shook her head. “No, it's quite necessary. I'm not going to stop until you finish.”

With that, she slammed her hips flush against his groin, sheathing him entirely inside. The message was clear. Who was he to object? Saladin pulled out and slammed himself back home. The princess had given him an order. He would use her pussy to accomplish that mission, letting it squeeze and gently suckle on his tingling erection as it jabbed and plunged. His hands spread out her cheeks so he could watch her sloppy lips cling to his shaft. Intimate odors wafted up to his canine nose, and he inhaled them without reservation. Bestial growls emerged from the captain’s throat as his balls drew up.

All ideas of duty and dignity were surrendered to a growing need to fuck a puppy into this female's sloppy cunt.

Wait…puppies? Oh no!

Saladin threw himself backwards onto his ass just in time. As the tip of his penis slid free, the first jet of cum splashed out and frosted the fur of Kassina's butt in sticky strands. Her tail wagged into the next volley, tossing a white rope back onto Saladin's thigh as if parrying his attack. Kassina looked back at the unfolding catastrophe, her eyes wide with shock.

“Princess, I apologize…I…” the collie gasped, watching his penis drool onto the stones with a look of utter shame.

The princess smiled. And then she laughed. She threw her head back, hysterical cackles wracking her body as she flopped onto her side. Kassina fell silent for just a moment as she spotted semen dribbling off her tail tip before collapsing into giggles again.

Saladin couldn't help but grin. How long has it been since the princess had done anything but grieve? Seeing her like this…knowing that he was responsible…it made him feel like his heart was going to burst with joy. The fact that he'd just lost his virginity in spectacular fashion certainly helped.

“Oh, Saladin, I feel like I'm floating away on a magic carpet!” Kassina sighed, running her hands over her body. “I'm so glad…I'm so glad it was you.”

The guard dog lay down, his muzzle close to hers. “We really need to get clothes on, my princess. And get you cleaned up. I'm afraid that…substance…is not easily removed from fur.”

“You would know that, you dirty dog,” Kassina teased, bopping his nose with her finger. “But there will be time enough for that later. Right now, the only thing on earth that I want is to lie here with you. Just got a while.”

“Just for a while,” Saladin agreed, lacing his fingers with hers.

The stars glittered above them and the Land of the Green Isles. It was hard to know what the future held for that land, torn asunder by one man's cruel ambitions. But in that moment, Saladin has no doubt. Princess Kassina would make them all whole again. She has already done that for him, after all.