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At twilight of the next day, King Heinrich stood on his balcony outside of his master bedroom. The stoat was naked, his 11-inch uncut cock dangling in the wind as he smoked tobacco.

His queen, Helga, came out onto their balcony. She was also naked. She hugged her husband from behind, shamelessly fondling his royal stave.

The king stood there with a big grin spreading across his muzzle. He blew smoke while he let his wife stroke him.

Helga beckoned her husband to turn around for her.

When he did, she went down on her knees then started sucking on her king's scepter.

Heinrich purred as his wife lapped at his throbbing tip. He held her head gently with one paw gripping her long brown hair while she guzzled his kingly essence.

When she felt he was about to erupt for her, she took her mouth off of him then stroked vigorously on his loose foreskin.

Heinrich did not hiss like other mustelids, he growled with the ferocity of a larger predator like a bear or lion. His throbbing scepter erupted in several strong spurts in his wife's open mouth and on her breasts.

Helga collected her husband's semen on her tongue and let it all slide down her throat, purring softly for her mate. She rubbed the rest of his stuff into her tits.

Heinrich's wild green eyes glinted in the limited light. He helped his wife to her feet then kissed her, tasted himself in her saliva.

Helga pulled her husband back into their room.

They fell into bed together where they kissed some more as his scepter grew hard again.

...

Dietrich awoke the next morning to the distinct of feeling of his shaft sinking into something slick and warm. He growled softly and grabbed the soft hips straddling his own. He opened his green eyes then looked up at Nadine.

The jill silently shushed him, gesturing to others who are currently sleeping. She then proceeded to rock her hips upon her prince's lap.

Dietrich rocked with her as she gradually allowed herself to be held against him.

She whispered, "Forgiven?"

Dietrich only nodded then smiled before he pulled her in for a kiss.

...

Later, the group were all wide awake and on their way to Volaria.

Dietrich and Nadine walked together.

Irving commented on the pairing, "Those two are cute together."

Nestor responded, "Yeah, they'll be making some pretty babies, that's for sure."

Irving joked, "I think they already have, I can sorta smell it on Nadine already."

Peter was walking with Walter as he watched his mom with the tall stoat he now knew was his uncle, "Is Mom going to marry my uncle?"

Walter shrugged, "Knowing how our family is, that's a good possibility. She couldn't pick anyone better than Dietrich, though. My grandfather always ignored me because of our dad, I know he did. But Dietrich always found the time to play with me when I was little. I think it's because he could see Irving in me and he really wanted a second chance at being a good big brother." He smiled as he pulled Peter against him.

Peter smiled, "I always asked Mom for a little brother or sister, guess I'll finally get one to go with the ones I've already got." He hugged Walter.

...

At the village, the wives and daughters were in their little clubhouse.

Lydia woke up to an already familiar feeling, between her legs. She quickly realized her mother, aunts and everyone else were still asleep not far from where she lay. She tried to close her legs, "Maurie, you don't want our moms to spank us do you? 15's still not too old for spankings!"

Maureen ignored her sister's warnings and continued to lick out the dainty jill's pretty pink vulva.

Lydia bit back a little moan from the otter's persistent licking. She eventually gave in, "Okay fine, but please make it quick..."

Maureen winked with her tongue still lashing at her sister's slit. She buried herself a little deeper so her whiskers would be tickling Lydia's lips.

Lydia was finding it harder to fight back those moans.

But she did not go unheard.

Gertrude was up already, catching an early bath for herself when she heard the dainty moans coming from the little girls' side of the clubhouse.

The stoatess felt a grin spread across her face. She checked the other moms, none of them were awake. She crept over to the girls' side, still wet and naked. She peeked at Maureen tongue deep into her half-sister's muff.

Gerti tried not to make a sound as she watched them. She got a naughty thought in her head, then crawled back over to the moms' side.

Then it was Clementine who would woke up to the sensation of a naughty jill making out with her pussy.

The ferretess saw naughty Gerti between her legs, even with Alice, Kali and Caryn sleeping around them right now.

Gertrude kept at it, fingering and licking her sister-in-law's snatch while across the way Maureen had climbed up over her sister and begun to rub their pussies together.

Lydia moaned quite fitfully from this sensation, as her clit met Maureen's in their intimate embrace.

The sisters kissed while they mated.

Gertrude and Clem were also kissing while the stoatess was fingering the ferretess' vulva, tickling spots in her that normally were tickled by her husband when they made love.

Their lovemaking eventually got the attention of the other moms.

Kali watched them like she were at some tawdry live show.

Alice woke up to find the two of them and laughed, "Gerti, you harlot."

The stoat broke her kiss with Clementine, "I learn from the best, eh Kali?"

The blue jay tittered, "Oh please, my husband's far better at harlot-ing than me, you should see the game he plays to get visitations for our house."

A dainty shriek caught their attention.

Lydia couldn't hide her enjoyment as she felt herself begin to squirt while Maureen still ground their pussies together.

Maurie didn't get her climax, but she was happy enough to see her sister unwind. She kissed her again before traveling down a bit to Lydia's pretty titties.

The jill purred while the otteress began to suck on her nipples. When Lydia looked up, she panicked, "Mom!"

Clementine was crouched not far from them with a clear giggle threatening to break free, before she let it out.

Maureen looked up and began to blush along with her sister when she saw her own mom giggling with her Aunt Gertrude.

Ruby complained, "And to think, I was actually behaving for once."

...

The men all made it back to the village with the prince's armed entourage.

Everyone in the village had to take pause again as now even more weasels came into Volaria, these in heavy armor, armed with swords and rifles.

Of course, everyone in the know recognized Crown Prince Dietrich walking ahead of the crowd with a plain looking jill by his side.

Some of the village guard stood at ready, not knowing if this was a peaceful visit or an attack, but not eager to make a foolish mistake and start a war.

Noctis Coram and his mate/lieutenant walked out to greet the newcomers. He quickly recognized Justin, Fred and the rest of the men of his village. He knew right away there was no threat then. He took a respectful knee before Prince Dietrich, "Dietrich Fuchs, we are humbled to have one of your esteem come down to visit our little village."

Dietrich rolled his handsome green eyes then gestured kindly for the old warrior to stand, "Please, mighty one, I'm only Dietrich, while I'm here at least. I cannot stay or make residence here as the rest of my family had done, but, I and my men will take at the very least, a month and I wish only to be treated as any normal citizen."

Coram joked, "Oh, you don't want to see how I treat any normal citizen." He stood up with his falcon husband just as Javin had come out to make his appearance.

The great king cobra felt his hood expand with pride at having yet another of the royal family grace his home. He bowed reverently to the crown prince, "Ah, Dietrich, I should have known. When your uncles came down here to make residence, I knew it would only be a matter of time before we would welcome you into Volaria. I am Javin, first serpent chief of this generous little town. We are truly honored to welcome one more of the Fuchses into our home."

The soldier standing by Dietrich spoke before his prince could, "Make that two more Fuchses, Chief!" He took off his helmet to show he too had the bright green eyes of his royal lineage. Everything else about him, however, looked like none of his stoat cousins.

What could seen of his body through that heavy armor was dark, darker than even an otter's fur. His tail was long and rudderlike, but too fluffy to have been made for swimming. His head was a covered in brighter fur, making him look almost golden. He was a tayra, a lesser known type of mustelid from different lands than his royal cousins.

Javin greeted the boisterous young soldier, "And to whom do I speak?"

The tayra had a fiery look in his proud green eyes, "I am Francisco Oliveira Fuchs! Son of Urien, oldest brother to King Heinrich, my mother is... was Gabriela Fuchs before she left us."

Dietrich pulled his over-eager cousin aside, "Francis, you said you would behave yourself if I let you come along, does this look like behaving?"

Francisco scoffed, "I am only showing the pride of my tayra heritage, what is wrong with that?"

Dietrich sighed, "Nothing, it is good to have pride, but you are making us look bad when you act this way. We are not higher than these good people, not while we are here. Remember that." He let his troublesome cousin go before addressing a very confused Javin, "I am sorry for my cousin, he is very eager as you can see. He was a top student in training, always strives to be the best, and I respect that, but he can be a bit boisterous."

Francisco only rolled his eyes while Dietrich talked about him.

Javin gave a small hissing laugh, "Believe me, my prince, I've been where he is right now. If I could count the times I'd been caned by my grandfather for making a total ass of myself..." He cleared his throat, "Now, as always, you and your men are welcome here for as long as you are here and even after. And if it would not trouble you, I would wish to have an audience with you and your cousin in my cottage after you are settled in."

Dietrich gave a simple princely nod to the cobra, "It would be no trouble at all, am I right, Francisco?"

The tayra gave a look to his cousin, "Yes, no trouble."

...

The wives and daughters were all enjoying a late breakfast in their clubhouse when each of them heard the commotion outside.

Clementine spoke up, "What is going on, sisters?"

Kali quipped, "Either we're being attacked, or another of your family has dropped in for a visit."

Gertrude was already getting dressed to meet whoever it was, "Well, I'm not waiting here like an old maiden. Let's get out there and say hi, ladies!"

So all the women had dressed and left their little clubhouse to go out to where the commotion seemed to be.

Gertrude quickly recognized the armor of her royal guard. "Diet..." She whispered before she broke into a run, leaving her friends in the dust.

Dietrich had just finished speaking with Javin when he heard someone running towards him and his soldiers, "Brother!"

He turned with a shock, "Gerti?"

The stoatess was already in tears by the time she jumped into her big brother's embrace.

Dietrich held fast against the sobbing jill as she held him, "Gerti, it is you! Mein Gott! Look at you!"

Nadine was suddenly jealous to see another female in the arms of her prince.

Dietrich remembered Nadine was here, "Oh, Nadine! This is my sister, Gertrude."

Nadine felt foolish now, "Sister?" She looked at Gertrude, "Oh, I remember you. You stayed for a night at the tavern."

Gertrude looked to the ferret, "And you took my son's virginity on that same night."

Nadine blushed at being reminded of that and in front of Dietrich no less.

Dietrich had a playful grin when he looked at Nadine, "Oh really, you deflowered my nephew, Walter?"

Walter certainly remembered that night. Peter was standing right by his brother as his crotch responded to said memory.

Nadine laughed nervously, "What can I say? I have a sweet tooth for all you Fuchs men."

Dietrich threw an arm around his jill friend, "Perhaps later tonight, if you're so inclined, we could all feed that sweet tooth then."

Nadine blushed, "Really?"

Dietrich looked to his nephew and brother, "If you two are up for it."

Walter nodded, eager for another shot at that pretty ferret.

Irving laughed nervously, "I'd have to ask my wife, she and Nadine have had their disagreements and I'm sure Alice would have me sleep on the floor in the common room."

"I would?" Alice was suddenly behind Irving.

The stoat screeched like a little girl before regaining his composure before snickering friends and relatives.

The otteress giggled while Maureen ran ahead to tackle her male friends, "Irving, you don't need my approval, you are a Fuchs and what differences I may have had with Nadine, they're all in the past. Peter loves you, I'm sure he's excited to finally have Mom and Dad together at last."

Irving blinked before promptly turning back to his brother and Nadine, "Well, there you have it, I've got the go ahead." One of his eyes twitched as if he was about to pass out.

Peter had listened to everything going on, "Seriously?"

...

Things had died done and gone somewhat back to normal after that.

Frederic and Clementine reunited with their kids and gone back to their new co-residence with Justin and Kali.

Kali and Clementine both listened while their husbands spoke about their camping trip, leading up to them running into Dietrich.

Fritz, the new unofficial babysitter of the household sat with the kids as Iomer and Jay relayed their own sordid stories of what they were up to.

Fritz, though he'd mostly retired from that way of life was still tickled to hear how the boys were getting along, so to speak. He also showed much interest in hearing of his nephew's arrival. He'd always liked Dietrich marginally more than Heinrich.

The old schemer felt he must go and see his nephew as soon as he could, so once Justin and Fred retired to their shared bedroom with their wives and the kids all went to their rooms, the chubby old stoat dressed himself into something more befitting an ambassador then made his way to the chief's cottage.

...

At Irving's house, Nadine was graciously invited to sit in and enjoy a meal with the family, by Alice of course.

The otteress was several times more polite than Nadine remembered her to be in the past. Then again, Nadine remembered what a poor sport she herself had been back then.

She had to say something, "Alice."

The otter smiled to the jill, "Yes, Nadine?"

Nadine cleared her throat before speaking, "Thank you."

Alice clicked her teeth in that cute way she liked to do, "You have nothing to thank me for. Nadine, we've had our rocky times, but I've never been one to hold much of a grudge."

Gertrude teased her, "Could've fooled me."

Alice petted her stoat wife, "Gertrude, that was before I got to know you." She kissed the stoatess before turning to Nadine, "What I'm trying to say is I never meant to drive such a wedge between you and Irving. Me and Irving both had asked you before to just come live with us, we all knew how much you hated living in that old tavern."

Nadine sighed, "It was never you... It's my stupid, stubborn pride. I used to... Be so jealous of Maureen."

Maureen was sitting there, "Me?"

Her father playfully tickled her, "No, we're talking about our friend, Maureen who we named you after."

She giggled, "Oh, okay."

Nadine giggled at their silliness and just smiled to see what a good father Irving really was, "When Maureen first started going out with Frederic, I used to be so jealous... I wanted my own rich, royal boyfriend just so I could show her up. So, when Irving came to the tavern all those years ago I thought... Jackpot."

Irving listened, "I supposed I jacked your pot then."

Alice threw some food at her husband after his failed attempt at humor, "Shush you."

He giggled, "Okay, dear."

Nadine kept going, "I thought that was it, now that I'd landed me one of the royal family, it'd be my ticket out of there. But it never came, instead your family sent me checks to help support me after Peter was born and I still stubbornly thought somehow they would come get me and take me out of there." She held her son as he'd come around to hug his mom.

Peter could tell his mom was becoming upset so he only did what a good boy did for his mother.

Nadine smiled, "When the checks stopped coming, I started turning tricks... I sold myself to random males just so I could keep paying for food, for clothes, all things Peter needed. I hated it... Peter was the only thing there to keep me going." She kissed her child, "I'm sorry I kept you away from here for so long, Peter. It was never their fault, I could have come here anytime, but I didn't want to."

The jill petted her son's head before she looked up, "Alice and... What's your name again?"

The stoat smiled, "Gertrude."

Nadine sniffed, "I know now it might be too late, but, I would like to take you up on your offer, Alice. Royal life isn't for me, this, being surrounded by friends, by family, this is what I needed. I only hope Dietrich will understand."

Gertrude smiled, "Diet is hard-headed, but he takes his losses far better than Dad does."

Alice added, "And Nadine, if you wish it, then you're welcome."

Nadine sniffed, "Thank you." She hugged the otteress before she could stop herself.

Alice blushed, then returned the hug, "I didn't think you swung that way, Nadine."

Nadine blushed back, "I don't but... I felt we needed that."

...

In Javin's cottage, Prince Dietrich sat at a dinner table with Chief Javin and his lovely queen, Farrah.

The viper kissed the stoat on both cheeks before returning to her husband's side as food was then placed before them.

Javin inhaled deeply, "Ah, my servants are fine cooks, far better than I ever had done for myself."

Dietrich tried some of the stuffed pheasant, "Strange how we can still eat birds in a village of birds." He hummed softly as the exotic spices made his senses come alive, "But it is very good."

Javin laughed, "These are not intelligent birds, they are still wild animals, and the people of this village even eat eggs of these lesser birds."

The chief's faithful grackle servant approached the table as they ate, "Chief Javin, Mr. Fritz Fuchs wishes an audience with you and his highness."

Javin expected his friend to make an appearance, "Let him in, I'm eager to see how this reunion goes." He looked to Dietrich.

The prince seemed interested, he hadn't seen his uncle in a long while and he certainly had some choice words for him.

Fritz came into the dining room accompanied by the shiny metallic black bird. The former ambassador gave a respectful bow to his friend, "Chief Javin, it is good you can see me, even with your new company." He turned his attention on his nephew, "And Dietrich, look at you... You're getting to look more like old Heiny himself."

Dietrich sat up and took the playful barb from his uncle, "My father does send his regards, Uncle. He says thank you for removing yourself from society."

Fritz heard him, "Still sore about me giving Helga a bigger thrill than he ever could have?"

Javin watched their exchange, casually picking fruit from a bowl while he became engrossed by the family drama unfolding before him.

Dietrich got up, "Mom hardly even remembers you. And I'd like to thank you personally for ruining my sweet Linka for me."

Fritz remembered quite vividly the night he laid with Deitrich's mink wife, Linka, and gave her another of his bastard children to care for. He giggled, "I only did you a favor, Dietrich. A truly faithful wife would not have jumped so eagerly for an old skank like me."

Dietrich took a breath to control himself, "I used to laugh when I'd hear stories about you laying with my uncles' wives, hell, even when you did it to Dad, I found it funny. But you did it to me, and I thought you cared about me."

Fritz nodded, "It probably wouldn't help if I were to tell that I'd pretty much given up that way of life now. It's something for someone younger now, someone whose back doesn't creak every time he gets out of bed."

Dietrich still stood with his arms crossed, "You know, I'm not the only one here... Francisco came with me as well."

Fritz nodded with understanding, "Urien and Gabriela's first son?"

Dietrich narrowed his eyes at him, "More appropriately, yours and Gabriela's son, am I right?"

The chubby stoat nodded, "Mhm, I got her too, in fact, if I remember, Gabriela was actually first. I got her during your father's very wedding reception." He chuckled as he recounted his first of many misadventures, "Urien had come home from his travels, and he'd brought home his exotic new fiancee. She was very pretty, and back then, I was a little thinner, not as hard on the eyes. It didn't take much, and Urien hardly took notice. I snuck off with her and I rocked the jungle with her that night." He smiled more sadly to think of how hard he'd tried to alienate his other brothers for being so much more attractive than him.

Fritz sniffed, "I was always the different one... Father tried his best to hide his disappointment, I know he did... All my other brothers were big, handsome, and I was short and tubby... Heinrich teased me so often, and Karl and Urien... I guess, everything I did was just my payback but... I never meant to hurt you, Dietrich."

Dietrich sighed, "You hurt me anyway, but I guess that's the past now and there's nothing we can do about it. Do you know Gabriela passed away?"

Fritz looked up, surprise in his eyes, "She did? How, when?"

Dietrich sat with his uncle, "She developed some virus, she never quite got used to our land I guess. Francisco knows more, he sat at her bedside for almost the whole time she'd been sick. Urien's taken it hard."

...

As they spoke, the tayra in question sat in as an honored guest to some anonymous reptilian family.

They were leopard geckos, and the wife had been eager to take Francisco to bed as a show of goodwill.

Francisco had never been one to refuse a woman's charms, so he let her claim him for the night. He massaged the tantalizing yellow and black lizard's smooth skin while she rode upon his lap.

He'd been surprised at how warm she was in she impaled herself upon him, contrasting her cold scales deliciously for the tropical mustelid.

The woman massaged his cock with vaginal muscles that had squeezed out more than a few healthy eggs for her husband who currently watched as their honored guest mated with his wife.

The tayra certainly found it odd to have an audience to such a private moment but he quickly forgot about the male lizard as he eventually toppled the svelte lizard woman. Francisco bit the soft throat of his night's conquest then mated with her more forcefully, making the spotted gecko moan with her sticky tongue flopping out of her mouth.

He felt her climax on him, felt it three times in fact before he relented and erupted into her.

The male gecko nearly climaxed to his own palm as he'd been so aroused by Francisco's energetic mating.

When the tayra rolled off of the wife to recoup and maybe prepare for another round, he instead shuddered when he suddenly felt a tongue slather his genitals. He pulled himself up and he watched as the male gecko had begun cleaning Francisco's wet cock.

The tayra considered himself heterosexual, but to have another male be subservient to him like this, it was enough to make him reconsider, if not just to feed those royal instincts he felt he had in him. Why were stoats the only ones on the throne? When would it be time for his race, the tayra to take the throne? These were the things he thought before the licking suddenly stopped.

Francisco pulled himself up again then he saw that the gecko had turned around.

The leopard gecko held his bulbous tail to the said to leave his anal vent exposed for the honored guest.

Francisco took the generous offer.

This time it was the gecko woman's turn to watch her husband be bred by the royal.

...

And in Mustela, the capital city, in King Heinrich's palace, the stoat king stood before a crowd. He was giving some sort of speech, but that wasn't what was important.

In a wing of the palace, two stoats were moving together, sharing a very private and personal dance away from the throne room.

Queen Helga rode the lap of her brother in law, the bereaved Urien.

The stoat had lost his wife, and now here he lay in his brother's guest room while his royal sister-in-law soothed his sorrow in her way.

Urien moaned fitfully as Helga suddenly withdrew his cock from her depths. The air hit him and it made the stoat shoot his strings all over his toned belly.

Helga would not risk letting him finish in her, not yet, not when Heinrich could still learn of their affair.

Heinrich did not know it, he perhaps didn't even expect it, but his reign as king may soon be in jeopardy.

...

And in the forest surrounding Volaria, Vera was still there waiting for an opportunity.