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Induction

Tigress Nell, blue vixen Dr. Meigs, buff rabbit Max, and raccoon girl Lisa, the newly minted Jahaliyan, headed back to the capital by way of airship. Lisa was neatly brushed and groomed, looking exquisite in Romanesque sandals laced up to her knees ... and nothing else.

Lisa idly played with her new buxom tits while seated on a warm chiffon ottoman nearly as soft as the pert, perky pussy lips that touched it.

"What is Prince Miscon like?" she asked, enjoying the company of these naked, supple females and yearning for thick hard cock.

Max stood as a centurion by the door's exit, but his thick sheath lay chaste between his muscular legs.

Max's cock had been so wonderful.

"The Prince ... " Nell said, leaning against the vanity in Lisa's guest room. The tigress's tail waved over the sink, brushing against the clean mirror behind her. "Well, He is kind, fair, and just. And his body--"

Dr. Meigs snatched a document from Nell's harness and smacked her with it, then held it up to her.

Nell cleared her throat, reading the text. "Is just... fine. By some opinions, he is tolerable, adequate on the eyes."

Lisa's body sagged. "Well, I suppose that is well and good," she said. "Is he muscular and well-hung?"

"Lisa," Nell scolded. "He is the Crown Prince of Jahaliya. That is good enough."

The raccoon whined, bucking against her chiffon seat, wet and tingly. "But I thought Jahaliya was fucking fun!"

"I won't hear of it. You must get your mind out of the gutter!"

Her charge thus chastised, Nell slipped from the room, Meigs following close behind. "I suggest you ease up on the matron act," Meigs whispered. "You may as well tell her that he is fat and slovenly like a Perslaman Maharaja. The Prince told you to undersell him, not dishearten her!"

Nell held her chin high as she marched across the ship's deck past many male crew members that grew hard and drippy at her supple, stately form. "Lisa's mind is young and agile," she said, "We'll cultivate that first before she is a-quiver with lust."

"Quite the psychologist," the good doctor said, suppressing a giggle.

***

"Here, put this on," Meigs said, laying a cloak about Lisa's shoulders as the ship heaved and landed onto the capital city's port.

"But this will cover me!" Lisa protested, pulling the great hood over her head.

"My dear, you wanted a low-key entrance, did you not?" Nell asked.

Lisa saw that the cloak's folds rested neatly over her breasts, leaving the center of her body, especially her cleavage and groin, visible to anyone staring straight at her. "Stately and understated, you got me." she assented.

They moved down the gangplank and out into the city which burst upon Lisa's eyes like a vibrant Gothic painting, like her own London but without its acrid smells and horrible smog.

There were cathedrals, spires, mansions; stores with colorful awnings and statues of naked angels. It was a dream! And the statues were not a sliver shameful of their gorgeous endowments of alabaster marble tits and thick, veiny cocks of gold!

Not on the same statue. Not usually.

"Goodness," Lisa swore, smiling under her hood, "this place alone has enough libido to send a girl to shivers!"

"Our architecture has the most exquisite erections," Nell chuckled.

"Oh, but that one is incomplete," Lisa said, throwing a flowing sleeve toward a bastion of scaffolding around a large round structure towering over the more moderate of mansions.

Nell did not have an answer. "Meigs?" she asked.

"Some sort of stadium," the doctor answered, her lab coat blowing in the wind. The blue vixen pulled it straight around her plump tits, then tossed the coattails behind her to mingle with her big brush fox tail. "I'm sure we can visit it later. It's certainly an ambitious construction!"

Lisa and her company rounded the corner of a building rife with columns that twisted about themselves, lending to the aesthetic of a great bonfire blazing into the sky.

"That is our cooking academy," Meigs pointed out.

Further on, they entered a vast, wide boardwalk that shot straight to a tall, wide complex that rested on the top of a grassy meadow far in the distance, excluded from the rest of the city and yet resting at its vital hub. The building itself consisted of a wide-open facade with square glass windows, as naked and open as Jahaliya's citizens. Up top rested a great gold-and-glass pyramid that thrust up into the night sky and glowed with the same spirit of every Jahaliyan smile.

"It looks like a temple!" Lisa exclaimed.

"That is the Royal palace," Nell said, "The Prince and his family's humble abode."

"Cor," Lisa whispered, which made Meigs snort.

***

They arrived after Lisa had crossed the drawbridge, the wind catching her cloak and blowing it sideways, exposing her body to the entirety of Jahaliya. Lisa shivered with naughty pleasure, then Meigs caught her by the tail and escorted her up the rest of the way.

At the door, the rabbit Eleanor greeted their new charge. Her pearl-pommeled sword glittered in the sunlight as she bowed low, the deadly blade swinging past her muscular hip and bumping a second holster where a funny golden wand with a netted head twinkled.

Max, who had been silent to this point, ran past Lisa and embraced Eleanor in a massive, muscular grasp, swinging her about and sending her sword sheath slicing through the air behind her.

They nuzzled, kissed, and fondled each other. As warm and wonderful a gesture it was, it brought a black pall over the raccoon.

Nell noticed Lisa's downcast visage and gently elbowed her. "Darling, they are committed lovers. You will find your own."

"But Max!" Lisa whispered, backing out of the two rabbits' earshot.

Nell caught Lisa as she skirted down the drawbridge. "You will need to maintain a different degree of relationship with Max," she said. "I'll explain the nuances later."

"Alright," Lisa said. When she straightened her back, her tits punched out of her robe. She followed Eleanor with the rest of the group, trying not to watch the rabbit's firm grasp on Max's cock.

They wandered through halls of hard, polished wood and atriums of brilliant, smooth marble. Even in her Romanesque sandals, Lisa felt that she had to tread lightly upon these thousands, if not millions of pounds in gold. What if she scuffed some?

A tall female wolf with the statuesque body of a goddess and long, soft conditioned fur intercepted them. She wore a cape of juicy, dark purple silk and a tiara of pure platinum.

"Oh hello!" Lisa blustered, waving at the lovely woman. "My, ah. Name is Lisa! Y-yours?"

"Malva," she said simply.

"P-pleased to meet you." Lisa nervously answered, "I'm sorry if this is the wrong question, but what is your... relation to this incredible country?"

Malva's eyes twinkled, catching the flabbergasted visages of Nell, Meigs, Eleanor, and Max before the noble wolfess responded to the awkward raccoon.

"I am its Sovereign. Queen Malva Miscon of Jahaliya."

"Oh!" Lisa barked in panicked confusion as she stumbled backwards into her cadre, who as they caught her rapidly apologized for this newcomer's mistake.

Malva's laugh was deep and gay. Her paw rested gracefully upon her breast and her white-gray face gleamed in the lovely mid-morning rays.

"You are a good child," the Queen chuckled, "and already a Goddess-fearing citizen. Nell has told me much about you. No one shall force you into anything uncomfortable, but they may coax you," she said with a wink.

Lisa fell down to her knees. She attempted to press her forehead to the fine stone, but her force, combined with her specific Blessing, smashed the tile and sent spiderwebs in a foot-wide radius. "I shall do all that you bid!" she exclaimed, her voice bouncing off the floor and echoing in the chamber.

The good Queen's teeth sparkled as she cringed, her posture from ear-tip to tit to toe regal, firm, yet ever so elegant. "Goodness, it's just as bad as Nell said," she whispered to herself, then cleared her throat. "You may retire to your chambers soon but first: you will rise and show me your body."

"Cor, Your Highness," Lisa said, lifting her head, glancing over the Queen's godly body and trying not to linger too long on her tight, black-lipped labia, "all is yours!"

The raccoon stood, bashful before this court, its lusty statues, and its luxuriant high-arch hallways. She pulled her robes to the sides of her humble, good gray body.

"You already have the Goddess's Blessing," the Queen purred, swishing forward to fondle Lisa's breasts, "and shall make my son so delightfully hard and horny."

Lisa moaned as the larger wolf pinched her teats and pulled with a long-muzzled grin. She saw that the wolf's pussy was wet, the black lips glistening between her legs, and felt her own thighs quiver empathetically.

Malva removed her paw and snapped her fingers, the sound echoing like a cannon-shot in the vast hallways. "Max!" she commanded. "You will please your Queen."

Lisa gasped as her first fuck stepped forward, bowed to them both, then slipped an arm about the Queen's waist and led her off.

"Sorry, love!" he called back to Eleanor, "but duty calls!"

As Eleanor waved him off, Meigs and Nell already had their paws on Lisa's shoulders as the raccoon deflated once again.

"Come," Nell whispered, "Let us continue. Perhaps our Prince can lift your spirits."

***

Lisa arrived to a wide, deep layered common room covered in cushions. Curtains adorned every door and window on the border of this lavish pit. She saw many nude females lounging about with their tits out and their tender pussy lips innocently exposed between fine thighs.

It was like most of Jahaliya, but the raccoon scented a special aroused musk floating about the room, one that had her own sex buzzing, bringing a blush to her ear tips.

"Uh, Hello?" Lisa nervously called.

The girls waved to her and a mouse servant girl appeared from nowhere, offering her cream pies. "Oh, I'm not hungry," Lisa smiled, curtsying with her long robe.

A black pantheress in the back clapped her paws, so the mouse curtseyed and scampered away.

"Desserts at all hours of the day, how fun," Lisa said.

Meigs fell into a fit of snorting, then excused herself from the room. "You should see what they usually do with those pies. Have fun, newbie!" she called back.

"Dear, dear," Nell tutted, shaking her head at Meig's mischief. She turned to Lisa. "Welcome to the Harem, my debutante!" Then turned to the crowd, where among the luscious, buxom females, she spotted the mouse John and the bear Horace who, among a few other males, were already hard at the sight of the raccoon. "Girls, boys, may I present our newest charge, Lisa!"

Her audience cheered at her and Lisa blushed fiercely: partly from the wonderful attention they were giving her, and partly from those thick, muscular males whose juicy cocks were saluting her presence!

Which meant that they wanted to fuck her.

Lisa swooned, feeling her nipples harden and her pussy go damp. Nell caught her when she stumbled backwards.

A lioness came from around one of the side curtains, her great breasts bouncing as she strutted forward in a pair of thigh-high boots, wearing nothing else but a harness and a grin. When she passed by the males, who were now flexing and thrusting at the air, she laughed.

"You scallywags, a little patience, please! I don't know why we keep you around."

The lioness marched with an odd mix of martial dignity and the poise of a schoolmistress, Lisa observed. When she came up to Lisa, she bowed her head just a touch.

"I see Nell has raised you well, Lisa. My name is Sylvia. I shall be your Harem Matron."

"Oh, yes ma'am!" the raccoon said with a spring, fumbling with her robe.

The lioness smiled. "I love the sentiment, but the poise could use polish. There's no need to be nervous: I will make sure you will acclimate to your new home and career most comfortably."

Lisa turned back to Nell, who nodded. "That sounds wonderful, yes, anything you say, and thank you, but ..." she stammered, fidgeting with the hem of her cloak. "What do I do?"

"Why, serve our Prince, of course!" Sylvia said, gesturing down at the pit to demonstrate all the Harem females and their male guests lounging and fucking most luxuriantly.

And then a handsome wolf, his chest thrust out and his posture perfect, his lustrous fur an immaculate silver and alabaster, wearing a broad red cape of shimmering silk, shiny onyx black boots, and a delicate platinum circlet atop his brow, came around one of the curtains near where Lisa stood.

It took Lisa a second to realize just who he was. She'd not been introduced--there were just so many lovely people here--and he did not give his name. But the way he carried himself, the clean, confident smile upon his face, and even the gradual, steady way his phallus grew and hardened before her, made it clear that he could have been no other than Prince Ryoga Miscon of Jahaliya.

This is the Prince ... and he would fuck me?

Lisa quickly remembered her manners as the wolf strode up to her. The raccoon dropped to one knee, her robe unfurling on all sides of her, and stumbled on a haltingly florid treaty she had prepared.

"It is ... beyond the most ardent of my pleasures that ... I, Lisa of White Chapel, am bestowed the honor of your most illustrious of ... presences. I have lost all of my clothes ... and I prostrate myself to your service."

The Prince, whose smile had vanished as soon as she began talking, motioned for her teacher Nell to come hear. Lisa looked up from her low position, her heart thumping in her throat.

"You know, Nell..." he began as he kneeded Nell's bust. His voice was as thick as tar, yet flowed like liquid mercury. Its baritone vibrations shot straight to Lisa's nethers, and even as she quavered for her life, she found herself wet, empty, and desperately lustful.

"I had always wanted a raccoon consort, but you trouble me with this one. I wanted a Harem, not a rogue's gallery. Did you have to find one so lovely and elegant?"

"Oh!" Lisa yelped. "Oh my wretched life!" she said, and then censured herself as she stumbled to her feet, wet in the eyes ... and down below. Lisa attempted a smile, then lost her sense and wiped her eyes on her robe sleeves, snuffling into the expensive fabric.

Ryoga's eyes twinkled, his face looking twenty years younger, gay as a schoolboy. "Will you be using such gutter curses when we fuck?" he asked, then turned to Sylvia, slipping his arms behind her. "'Plug my arsehole, you dog-end battleship,' I think that one urchin said?"

Sylvia covered her eyes, shaking her head.

Ryoga chuckled, waving off the non sequitur as he walked slowly toward Lisa, his cock bobbing before him. "I would be delighted to have you, provided that you swear to the proper oath, of course."

Lisa tried to nod, her head swimming as his pulsing thick cock hovered before her muzzle, savory with male musk.

"I'm sorry," Lisa whispered, her throat clenching, "but could you repeat that?"

"It's not distracting you, is it?" he asked, leaning his hips forward and watching her nose pulsate at its glowing red tip. "Why don't you give it a kiss for a start?"

Lisa complied, struggling to keep her lips pursed instead of engulfing what length she could. The Prince was so well hung!

But she managed, placing a delicate kiss on the warm tapered tip. She blushed fiercely, her pussy pulsing underneath her. Lisa felt Ryoga twitch when she did so, swooning all the more to the thought this regal male would actually want her.

"Repeat after me," Ryoga said, his cock bobbing with every step. "Unto Jahaliya I, state your name, pledge myself not only to this kingdom, but to the just and generous Goddess it rules under. As I serve Jahaliya, so does Jahaliya serve Her in every breath we make and every thrust we take."

"Unto Jahaliya I," Lisa began, licking her lips, "state your name--Oh damnation!"

"Oooh, that'll cost you," the Prince chuckled.

Sylvia squat behind Lisa and massaged her shoulders. "That's a good thing," she whispered.

So Lisa began again and finished successfully. Sylvia patted Lisa on the shoulder. "Why don't you suck the Prince's cock?"

"What?" Lisa said with a start.

Ryoga chuckled, moving forward and putting his paw on Lisa's head, nudging it forward. "Lesson time is over, ladies, let me help."

Lisa opened her mouth and Ryoga angled his hips forward, sliding his thick, engorged phallus over her tongue, murring deeply as her warm, wet mouth enfolded around him.

Leaning eagerly into his member, the raccoon suckled at the hot flesh, groaning and gulping as the length filled her muzzle.

Once I was a scrawny girl on the street, ignored by all she thought, her cheeks pursing around him, the head visible as it bulged one out, but now I am a beautiful Harem girl, naked, sucking the cock of a handsome prince!

It was a joy almost inexplicable as she savored his warm, firm, pulsing thickness in her muzzle, just as she had hoped. Lisa's tongue played with the cock gliding over it, and she moved forward, grasping at his tight buttocks as she angled the shaft down her throat.

She was a fiend and soon deepthroated the Prince as she dug her claws into his firm rump.

How could I enjoy sucking cock this much? Could the Blessing have something to do with this?

The sheer pleasure of the wolf's cock repeatedly thrusting down her throat overtook her, and she shivered as she climaxed right there on the floor, spurting feminine nectar over her thighs and having it puddle between her shins.

"You lusty girl," Ryoga moaned, then let himself be overtaken by this innocent lass and let himself loose. His cock fired long, heavy streams down her throat, then filled her mouth, then spurted all over her face as he pulled out.

Keeping his hands behind his back, she let her paws milk him to every last drop, her goopy mouth wide open as ropes flew over it, striping her sexy raccoon mask.

They remained there, kneeling and standing, as they rode the waves of their orgasms, basking in the afterglow.

"Ah, did I miss the anointing?" Dr. Meigs said, walking bare-pawed back into the room, her lab coat flying about her sensual blue body. She walked into a scene where a long, sticky series of ropes bridged the gap between Lisa's face and Ryoga's cock, and grew immediately wet.

"You see," Sylvia said, purring as her lover Horace came up behind her and slid his cock up between her shapely thighs until it tapped on her flared pussy lips, "many cultures use oils to anoint their guests and new recruits, but we usually prefer something a little more per--Oh!-sonal."

The interruption in her speech came from Horace, who leveraged the head of his cock between her puffy labia, and began to slide in. Soon enough, Sylvia and Horace were fucking in front of them, standing up.

"Oh, see how you arouse your teacher and my friend? You inspired him to fuck me well!" moaned the Lioness.

"It's a great honor," Lisa moaned, turning her head just enough to watch the fuck, feeling Ryoga's cum-strings pull at her face.

"Welcome to the Harem," the Prince said in his savory baritone. His tail wagged as he watched Lisa squirm on her knees.

"Oh, this place is the totty's tits!" Lisa exclaimed, then gasped and covered her mouth, severing the cum lines.

Ryoga chuckled, fists on his hips. "It's a droll amusement when any new Harem girl's old-world language leaks out. Just don't punch me in the nose like a wharf rat when we're ... goodness, now I'm leaking out," he said, the last bits of cum drooling from his cock.

"What do you mean?" she asked, watching his phallus rise again. She licked her lips, and was rewarded with the taste of his last load. Then she cleaned her muzzle with her tongue.

"If I tell you, it would ruin the surprise!" he said, picking her up and carrying her like a bride down into the Harem pit. It was an excellent romantic gesture, but then Ryoga added a zap of eroticism as the paw supporting her legs turned in and stroked between her legs.

Lisa languished in his arms, her tits squeezed between her arms and her nipples hard, then was tossed onto a couch with a healthy bounce with Ryoga hot on her tail.

The lovely wolf prince, still with his boots on, his silk red cape behind him, and his platinum circlet shining, slipped up on the cushion under her legs and lifted her lower end, guiding each of her legs to rest along his sides, above his hips.

The leverage put her groin at a direct angle with his, and Lisa could not anticipate his virile, confident attention more as he moved to her and rested his naked, throbbing heat against her.

"I hunger, Lisa," Ryoga said, moving his hips, dragging his cock against her wet cunny, "and for a girl with such otherworldly innocence, I hunger for a feast of a fuck ... if you could bear it."

Lisa bit her lip as hot, electric pleasure rushed from her pussy lips all the way up her passage. Her groin clenched and she bit her lip, almost cumming right then and there. She turned her head to the side and saw Sylvia braced against a wall, one leg high in the air as a monstrous bear's cock hammered into the lioness again and again. Next to them was that muscular mouse, John, lording over a slutty warrior maiden and a maid as they lavished their faces and tongues over his member.

When John came, spunk arcing into the air and splatting on a cushion across from them, Lisa squeaked and came, slicking Ryoga's cock.

"Aren't they great?" Ryoga asked, his fur bristling as his lust simmered higher, "They are gentlemanly, strong, Blessed, and as discreet as you want. Best of all, they love to fuck!"

"My Prince," Lisa gasped, feeling her juices trickle down to her tailhole, then to the couch.

"They can fuck you most any time you would like!"

As the Prince grandiosely offered his subjects to Lisa's service, he made minute motions with his hips. This rubbed his slick, hot shaft up and down the raccoon's cunny, which caused her to claw the upholstery.

"But would you?" she yelped, feeling herself desperately empty, her legs flexing around his strong torso.

Ryoga grinned, showing every fang back to his carnassials. "My poor pet."

The wolf lunged into her, nearly putting her legs back to her stomach as she opened her wide and plunged deep inside her, the practiced thrust of his thick, throbbing cock pushing her just to the edge of pain, filling her with pleasure as he took her in ruthless, dominant fashion.

His hips collided with her buttocks. Ryoga growled with lust, Lisa moaned with delirium.

"Oh my Prince, fuck!" she squeaked in barely coherent fashion as he pulled out of her and slammed into her again and again. In wanton lucidity, Lisa watched her labia spread wide around his member and swallow it inch by inch, felt it press against her walls, her cervix and nestle itself deep inside, claiming it all.

"You're going to break her, Ryoga!" Sylvia mewled. Inspired, Horace grabbed her bountiful bosom and pulled back, slamming the lioness against him. He put his long bear tongue into her ear, letting it slither in as he came inside of her, spewing cum into her pussy until it overflowed and sprayed down her legs.

Sylvia gave into him fully and came as well, her body arching with pure pleasure, her arms bracing herself against him.

"Remember my past, my Prince, and let it enflame you!"

Meanwhile, Ryoga continued to fuck Lisa hard, now with renewed passion, sending tidal waves of raw bliss blasting over her. Lisa looked up at him, and when she saw the wolf baring his fangs as his body playfully dominated hers, pinning her arms as his hips bashed against her, railing his cock inside her, Lisa not only came but thrust out, kicking her legs as everything overtook her.

This flung Ryoga off of her and into the air, removing every wonderful part of him from her body. Surprised and then horrified, Lisa watched the wolf tumble through the air in slow motion. Precum and Lisa's juices arced from the tip and body of his cock. The look on his face was first startled, then turned infinitely gay as he laughed.

A few Harem girls, a skunk, a rabbit, and a fox leapt into action and caught their prince before he was dashed against the wall. The wolf stumbled, still laughing as Tina, Eleanor, and Jessica straightened his cape and circlet.

"My Lord, are you all right?" the fox Jessica asked. At the same time, a maid walked by with a tray of cream pies and tart drinks should anyone want refreshments. Ryoga stopped the maid.

The wolf Prince grabbed a drink, poured it over Jessica's breasts, then splatted her in the face with a cream pie for being so fussy.

"Please. If anyone's going to mother me here, it will be Sylvia," he said, then turned back to Lisa with a lusty smile, "Goddess, I couldn't be fucking better!"

The wolf ran to the edge of the pit and flung himself into thin air, his cape flaring behind him like a bat's wings as he braced his naked body in a great pounce.

Behind him, before everything went into colors of crimson, azure, slate, and white, Lisa saw the mouse John slip up behind Jessica, rubbing her juice-soaked breast with one paw as the other slipped the cream pie down the rest of her body. His cock went up between her legs, gently looking for the right entrance.

With this snapshot of delicious indulgence, Lisa took the full force of the great wolf as he slammed into her body, thrust himself inside her, and pummeled her with joyous lust.

"Your majesty!" Lisa shouted as the couch broke beneath them and her head smashed into stone, cracking it, "I could throw you off again!"

The full-briefed prince hardly slackened his pace at her warning.

"Throw me off?" he said as he pushed his knot into her, seeing her head thrown to the side, "Let's see you try!"

"Oh my Prince!" Lisa grabbed his hips and held tight as he gave a few good final thrusts, then slipped his knot in one final time to lock her tight as he came inside her, filling her until she felt ready to pop.

Feeling so stuffed, Lisa came again, filling herself even further. Her abdomen swelled a few inches.

Nell, who had been watching the sexual fever from the sidelines, fanned herself, teetering on the point of pouncing the first male. "Well ... good first impressions are important!" she said to Sylvia.

"You know Meigs has strap-ons, dear," Sylvia responded. Nell's musk teased her nose, causing her own spent, dripping pussy to ache.

"I'll just send for Ruk. He'd run across water if he knew the state I'm in."

"Well?"

"Well, Lisa is integrating quite well..."

"Go to your husband, Nell. We'll will take care of Lisa. It takes a kingdom to raise a child!"

"Just a quick goodbye. After ... well. You know."

***

The first thing Ryoga felt, when he lifted himself from Lisa's body, still knotted inside her, sharing their scents, was his back crack like an ice shelf starting an avalanche.

Lisa looked at him dreamily, moving herself under him in serpentine, sensual squirms to feel him and his seed pushing against the inside of her body, feeling the fluid slide against the walls.

"You fucked me so well, my Prince," she softly giggled.

The wolf bashfully smiled, folding his ears as he diverted his gaze from her a brief few seconds. "You flatter me!" he answered with a saucy grin.

Lisa bit her lip as her heart radiated heat to the rest of her bare chest, her breasts still firm and sensitive, aching for more of his touch.

"How long will you stay with me?" she asked.

The wolf's smile bent, and he removed his circlet to wipe his brow. "I've duties tomorrow and wives tonight, love," he said, then in a gentlemanly moment, kissed her lips as he pulled himself out of her. She reached out for him, a whimper building in her throat as he stood up.

He saw her frown, and his smile faded to an apologetic smirk. "Now, please relax tonight," he said, then walked out of the room with multiple Harem girls following him out. For herself, a blissfully weary Lisa obeyed and dozed off.

Nell took Sylvia's hands into hers. "Please look out for Lisa; she had a really rough life before coming here and there's a lot for her to learn."

Sylvia embraced the unsure tigress, "Don't worry. Farewell, and don't be a stranger."

With tears in her eyes, Nell hugged her teacher, "Thank you and I promise I'll be back if you need me!" and quietly departed for the port.

***

Lisa awoke in the middle of the Harem Pit on the same couch she fucked on. Or, well, it was a very similar couch--she recalled having abused it with a most spectacular romp.

The buxom girl sat up and stretched her sensual body, looking lusciously sexy as well as cleaned and groomed. Her cute Romanesque sandals had been polished and refastened to her feet.

Lisa tiptoed up out of the Pit around sexy, sleeping Harem girls and parted red curtains leading out to a wide balcony overlooking a tidy courtyard with lush ferns, palm trees, and a fountain of a curvaceous female jackal statue endlessly pouring water out of a vessel.

With a cool morning breeze teasing her silvery fur, Lisa looked over the far wall and saw the many proud graded spires of the city beyond. She ran her paws over her body and pondered.

I guess becoming a Harem Girl was one of my sexual fantasies all along, she mused. I just never thought I could have it!

The city was so impossibly clean, she reflected, and the fresh scent of the morning breeze was untainted by any smoke or sewage as it had been back in London. It gave her an energy boost better than any coffee or tobacco.

There came the clicking of stiletto boot heels, and with it came Sylvia wearing only a thigh high set.

Realizing that everything on her own body was on display, Lisa reflexively covered herself across her breasts and over her groin before the statuesque matron.

"My dear," the lioness gently reminded, leaning in and pushing her arm down until their breasts nearly touched, "you have nothing to be ashamed of displaying your body. It is as it should be. It's your duty as a Harem girl to make females moist and men hard at your very sight! Drop the shame and you'll be a natural."

"I'm still getting used to it. Yesterday notwithstanding," Lisa nervously chuckled.

When Sylvia's looked down at Lisa's pussy, it was as blatant and good as a caress from her fingertips.

Cor, I've never been with a woman before. That's twice the naughty bits I can please!

"Conversely, do you like what you see?" Syliva purred.

The lioness caught Lisa's chin and lifted it. The raccoon had been staring, eyes wide, at the elder female's firm groin, the delicate hint of pink at the bottom of a formed, sensual mound.

"I, ah, is this our first lesson?"

"No," Sylvia said, "I do not sleep with my students. It's inappropriate and unprofessional."

"I'm terribly sorry," Lisa responded, blushing in her ears.

"Dear, you are just as timid as you are reckless!" Sylvia purred. "Nell told me about your antics at Blackstar Manor. You'll need to grow from this unevenness, but it's appreciated while you're finding your legs. To be honest, your newbie tentativeness is quite sexy."

"You're such a natural," Lisa said, leaning back against the balcony. When she curled inward, Sylvia gently kicked one foot away from the other and had the raccoon lounge openly.

"The problem with you feeling shame for yourself is that others who find you attractive will pick up on it, and may themselves find shame because you find shame in it! It's a bothersome contagion. Lisa," she continued, strutting about the balcony, lavishing her eyes over every inch of the buxom raccoon girl and letting Lisa feel the caress of her gaze over her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her pussy.

"I know what you are going through. My original girls and I went through quite a rough transition ourselves! No sorceresses and starvation, but a sudden, vexing 'mutation' if you will. Our bodies changed vehemently, breasts burst from our shirts, our muscular hips ripped our conservative clothing right off us. We didn't have a choice! And were first hypnotized by this lust, but then discovered that this was just the sensual part of our brain awakening after a life locked in the cellar of suffocating temperance.

"The Prince was the easy part. We had a noble monarch to service and please as we became strong, confident warrior sluts. Even though he fucks and has fucked us silly, he relies on us every thrust of the way."

Lisa felt herself growing wet in remembrance of yesterday, realizing that such lusty japes would be a lovely part and parcel.

"I'm not sure if I know the rules of this place," Lisa responded.

"Piffle," Sylvia said, batting a paw, "which, by the way, it's marvelous to have another British bint in the mix. A hot-titted totty speaking English as it ought."

"Well I've got the gutter covered if he ever puts a finger in me arse," Lisa giggled, stroking the stone balcony railing with both paws.

"And to think that all you wanted was a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air, and thinking 'Wouldn't that be loverly?'" the lioness grinned, flashing her fangs.

"Time to time," Lisa admitted, completely missing the reference.

"Oh! Wrong era for you," Sylvia laughed. "It was this wonderful musical with a guttersnipe flower girl and ... no matter."

"I would have liked to go to a play, just once," Lisa reminisced, splaying her beautiful body over a carefully curated courtyard, dragging her claws up between big breasts that had only been hers for a week. "Sometimes I would sell matchsticks outside the theatres. Drunken louts would buy a pack and fail to light their pipes because their hands were too shaky, then they'd strike me for selling me faulty matches. But at least I could hear a bit of the music."

"My dear," Sylvia responded, falling to her knees, truly smitten by her plight, "I know that all the riches and pleasures of Jahaliya cannot erase or undo your terrible past, but can we move forward?"

"Yes, that's fine," Lisa said, putting a paw to her breast. She felt as a sort of Holy Priestess as she lay those feelings to rest. "What shall you have me do?"

"Dear, now you're talking like a nun," Sylvia said, standing. Their feminine musks intertwined and there was a brief moment the lioness considered her ... right here ... on the balcony ...

Teachers of the old world got apples! Sylvia thought. And here is a ripe cherry!

Sylvia didn't know if she was slipping or exceedingly good at her job. No matter.

"Why don't we teach you to be ladylike while kicking ass as a salacious slut?" she proposed.

Lisa shot up, her back straightening so fiercely that it broke the section of railing she was leaned against. The stone flew into the courtyard and smashed a nice fern and its planter. A gardener screamed obscenities, then became hard and lusty when he looked up to find the culprit.

"So, a repeat of last night?" Lisa asked. "When is he coming?"

"What, you think we lay about on our cushions until a male gives us leave to destroy furniture?" Sylvia asked.

Good Goddess, this girl just smashed rock as if snapping twigs. I thought Nell was embellishing her reports!

"Yes?" Lisa asked.

"You're better than that," Sylvia said, then looked back at the damage. There was even a crack in the floor. "Far, far better than that. I'm sure we'll figure out repairs for the balcony."

***

"Girls!" Sylvia called out as she reentered the Harem, clapping her hands. The entire Harem awoke, rousing from their luxurious slumber. "It is orientation time for our new recruit!"

They all moved down to the courtyard for an open meeting place. Jessica the fox spoke first, running up to the raccoon and stopping just to admire the others species' beauty.

"I can't wait to show you our syllabus," she said, hopping on her feet, "there is so much history to this place and its surrounding thrallships that--"

"Lady Jessica!" a messenger called. A bat flew in from the sky, his wings beating as he landed, and produced from his one article of clothing, a messenger bag, a golden scroll. "Your Prince requires his scholar immediately. A matter of utmost delicacy and complexity has come to his attention."

The fox furrowed her brow as she unfurled the scroll, perusing it. "Thank you, Bryce," she said, then turned to Lisa. "Well, that's over. I'll get documentation for you, Sylvia. I'm sure Raschid can cover for me. You warrior sluts have fun with your combat!"

Jessica ran off with Bryce, who grabbed onto her shoulders and aided her in a massive leap over the courtyard wall with his wing flaps.

"And she was so eager," Sylvia amusedly mourned. "No matter. Lydra, Goddess Bless you, where are you?"

The pantheress emerged from the ferns, her coat turning from green fronds back to black fur with a puff of alchemical sparkles.

"Just waiting my turn, Matron," Lydra bowed, her buxom black cat body bending in a smooth bow. "I've been champing at the bit to examine this magic that," she said, pointing up at the balcony, "has granted our new recruit a bit of invincibility."

"Good on you," Sylvia said, "I imagine you have an appropriate test site readied here?"

"Yes I do!" Lydra said, laughing. "Elsewhere, where she can't bounce around and break a lot more than just a couch."

"Onward and upward," Sylvia said. "Now can't we get an escort?"

***

They walked downstairs in the grand palace to the sorcering range, where everyone aside from Lisa and Lydra hid behind a newly-constructed barrier of corrugated steel coated in a fine, bouncy gel resin also used in Harem fuck-cushions.

"You should be honored at such a precaution," Sylvia chuckled as they passed the grand battery.

"I'm that much of a freak?"

"Of a prodigy! In training."

"I'm not sure if I can support all this!"

Lydra laughed. "By the reports I got, you are worth this effort! But let's find out, shall we?"

"This is the egg of an austrach," Lydra said, grabbing an egg the size of a cannonball and throwing it at Lisa with her magic. "The shell is very hard, but one too many blows and it explodes, killing the chick inside."

Weighing about as much as a cannonball, it struck Lisa in the chest and she wrapped her arms about it to prevent it from bouncing off her and smashing against the wall. "There's not a chick in this one, is there?!"

"I forgot," Lydra said with a shrug.

Dear Goddess, she's the mage-type to Meigs' sciency-type! These women are daft! Lisa thought.

After Lisa had caught the egg, Lydra summoned into her hands an enormous sledgehammer and ran towards her, dragging the heavy implement on the ground and summoning many mighty sparks.

Lisa braced herself as Lydra swung, blasting Lisa in the backside with an enormous iron head and flinging the raccoon out into the sorcering range.

Aloft, Lisa wrapped herself around the egg for dear life, not feeling even the slightest sting of the fifty-pound hammer on her bum as she catapulted toward the nearest wall.

She smacked it and fell to the floor, fearing for the fatal slosh of the fetus she held within its sturdy shell.

Lisa stood in the soft sand at the far end of the range, then put her ear to the side of the egg ... and heard a heartbeat.

It was alive.

"I'll raise this chick as my own, you know!" Lisa shouted, "Why would you imperil it?!"

"They're livestock and we have faith in you," Lydra answered from a good fifteen yards away, "their omelettes are fluffy smooth!"

"Well, this one has done its bit!" Lisa said, setting the egg down and Goddess-near sitting on it to warm it, "so what is the next test?"

"She's quite compassionate," Sylvia said to the nearest Harem Girl.

"Likely from her upbringing as a fragile chick," Eleanor whispered.

"Quite astute, Eleanor; you get first call at the soldiers tonight," Sylvia said.

After her battery of magical physics tests were completed, Lydra rested at the back of the room, pondering over a stone altar which had colored sand cast over its surface. The panther traced the concentrated burst patterns it had made, her tail twitching.

Sylvia came up to the altar when Lydra called her. "See you here, Madam Matron," Lydra said, pointing at violent slashes leading to small, raw craters. "The momentum has to go somewhere when hit by Lisa's barrier. The width of these lines indicates the amount of mass displaced. But not the weight ..." she said, pulling out a stone slab under the altar. The paths were different, but the lines and bursts were the same.

"This is when Ryoga was fucking her. Ryoga, our Crown Prince of Jahaliya is about as dense as that egg, three times its volume, and ... weight ... hm."

Dr. Meigs, who had inserted herself into the room to watch the madness, scratched her chin. "Lisa, about how many Joules of force did Ryoga's thrusts exert on your pussy?" she asked.

Lisa came up to them, scanning the altar blankly. "He didn't give me any jewels, not a ring or bracelet!"

"A pearl necklace, however," Meigs said.

Lydra snorted.

Sylvia sighed. "Ryoga weighs eighty kilograms. Don't ask me how I know."

Lydra snapped her fingers. "Perfect," she said, comparing the two sand patterns. "Look here. The depth of the lines don't differ in the slightest, only the width. Lisa's magic is mass-only. Not weight."

"I thought mass was weight?" Lisa asked. "I've seen quite a few massive women, very heavy!"

"They're different physical properties, dear," Sylvia said, "and mind your manners. Do you think those women would weigh more ... or less ... if they were made of stone?"

"Quite a bit more, I imagine!" Lisa giggled. "You'd have to dig up half a quarry to make a statue so--"

"Manners, Lisa!" Sylvia said, putting up a paw. "All right, that was a bad example. If ... oh Goddess forgive me ... Ryoga flung himself at you, would you prefer he be made of flesh and fur, or of stone?"

"He'd be rock hard either way!" Lisa laughed. "Ehrm, flesh and fur, of course. I don't want to be hit by a train."

"And that is momentum!" Sylvia smiled, "but a trick question."

"What?" Lisa balked.

"It wouldn't matter. Your field zeroes out mass, so it doesn't matter if it's a pillow or a pillar."

"So I can take a cannonball to the tits?"

Sylvia covered her face and blushed, trying to hide her smile.

Lydra opened her mouth, then looked back at her work. "Wait, so how did she save the egg, but still get flung by my hammer?"

Meigs slipped over and made a few claw-scratches through the sand. "The hammer didn't travel with her. Lisa's field dispersed the kinetic energy around her and around the egg, then released it. Why it had gone around the egg as well ..." she paused.

Lydra resumed, drawing some glyphs around Meig's fox-scratches. "Lisa wanted to hold the egg. The wish was in her mind, and therefore her aura! Conversely, she didn't want ..."

"A hammer glued to her butt? You are making wild theories."

Lydra slumped over her work, flinging sand everywhere. "Oh, this is a tricky power. Lisa, please go to the exercise yards! I'll have to drum up something involving much larger blunt surfaces and objects. I'm seeing much more wild reactions."

***

Lisa was led to a hill cut into broad, flat terraces measuring several square meters each which were connected by glass pathways. This was the Palace exercise yard, where each terrace contained a different set of equipment and different field layouts. One contained a pool, and another contained a much more shallow pool ... filled with mud.

Lisa stared at all of these as she pranced up the first walkway, males and females alike staring up at her and getting aroused at the direct view.

An otter, still carrying a wet towel from the pool, and an incredible, buff skunk with flakes of mud in her fur from the other pool met her at the base, which held a large, paved oval track with miscellaneous sports equipment in the oval's center.

"Love how you busted that couch last night, newbie," the skunk said as she stretched her thick arm, "looks like I'm not the only bruiser in this place. I'm Tina. The land dolphin is Corsi."

Tina's paw shot out at Lisa, and the raccoon swore she heard a gust of wind. "Glad to meet you," she said as she squeezed the paw. Tina squeezed back, a little harder than Lisa was.

Thinking it the polite thing to do, Lisa's paw gripped Tina's harder, and soon the two were bearing down on each other, pressure increasing. Lisa saw the muscles under Tina's fur strain, then heard Corsi saying, "Hey, Tina, some people don't know their limits!"

"I don't know mine yet," Lisa said with a grin, seeing the first beads of sweat form on Tina's temples.

The raccoon wasn't squeezing nearly as hard as Tina--to be honest, her paw felt like it was trapped in a stone door--but she kept exerting enough pressure to keep the skunk going.

Suddenly the raccoon's paw shot backwards out of the vice grip, throwing Lisa backwards onto the ground. Tina cheered.

"That was amazing! I thought I'd crush your bones."

Lisa chuckled, standing up and dusting herself off. "I've had worse. My bum took a massive hammering this afternoon," she said.

Tina laughed and Corsi blushed, covering her muzzle with her paw.

"Anal already, eh?" Tina asked.

"Oh! No," Lisa said, blushing fiercely herself, "I meant I was hit in the bum by a sledgehammer. Literally. Not like ... an innuendo. And I feel great!"

"Ah, so the Goddess might be involved," Tina said, strutting about.

What an attractive hulk of a woman. She could punch a man in the face and only make his cock harder. Lisa thought. I wonder how many pelvises she's compromised?

"Well, cupcake, I was going to take it easy on you today but it's obvious you're ready to run with the big girls," Tina said, "so you're not only going to maintain the Blessing, you're going to have it sweaty and shiny!"

Lisa smiled, hearing the same "toughen-up" talk she did from Sylvia, albeit this time a bit more brusque. "What, the Matron was serious?"

"Laze around and you'll find out how serious!," Tina said, leading her out to the field. Corsi politely followed, playing around with a clam knife. She didn't have much to say.

"Oh, by the way," Tina said, turning around suddenly. Lisa ran into her and bounced off. "Corsi's the best swimmer this side of a salmon in a tsunami. May I present the Sailfish of Jahaliya!" she boasted.

The otter smiled, picking at a claw with her clam knife. "I'm pretty good."

"You chased down a dolphin and exposed a plot to plunge Myscindyr and Cetaes into war against each other. On your own," Tina said, folding her arms.

"Well, sure, but that was months ago!" Corsi laughed.

"Humble, this one," Tina whispered to Lisa. "Anyway, chop chop. Jumping jacks."

"Jumping jacks?" Lisa asked. "Isn't that ... rather banal?"

"Even the Princess does jumping jacks, princess," Tina responded. "They're great for you. And better for those around you!"

The ever-so brazen skunk reached out with both paws, placed them under each of Lisa's breasts, and lifted them one after the other. A male fox who had been jogging around the track slowed his pace as he saw coach Tina playing with that raccoon girl's tits.

A long, hard cock emerged from his sheath and bobbed with his jog. "Don't slow down!" Tina shouted at him. "Even if that baton you're rocking between your legs is oh so heavy."

"Hey, do you want it?" the fox shouted back. "I'll put it right up your ass!"

"Finish your workout or you'll be cleaning the fields. While servicing me! And if you slack on either ..." she shouted, shaking a fist.

The fox sped right back up, panting as his hard wood slapped against his body.

"I don't think he's had enough," Tina smirked. "Start your jumping jacks."

Lisa nodded and began her routine, vigorously jumping up and down in the middle of the field, her thighs feeling the burn, her paws rhythmically clapping above her hands, her breasts bouncing alluringly in clear view of the entire track.

Plenty of Jahaliyans, male and female, took note of the athlete and her springy, buxom workout. The females took it as a challenge and started their own set of jumping jacks, joining behind Lisa like some great aerobics army, and the males doubled down on their workouts, knowing if they got too distracted, their routine would get derailed.

Coach Tina would either help them ... or help them "help themselves."

"Oh Goddess, not fair!" the fox shouted as he stumbled around the corner, his eyes glued on the females in center field as they jumped and bounced in unison. "This isn't fair!"

The fox fell to his knees and pulled at his cock until it erupted right there on the track, spewing cum all over in front of him as he let out a wail of despair.

Tina grinned and marched toward him. "Ooooooh, our poor boy just popped! Why do I need to bust your balls when you just did all over the place?"

The skunk grabbed the fox by the nape and dragged him off. "If you're good for round one, bucko, you're good for round two through twenty!"

"Wh-what if I say stop?" Lisa heard in the distance.

Tina shrugged. "Then I'll see you run up and down the Capitol's stairs a hundred-fifty times!"

"Sex, please!"

Lisa laughed. "Tag me in!" she shouted after them.

Tina turned back and pumped her fist. "That's the spirit! Next time, all right? You, me, and the next lazy punk."

Corsi rolled her eyes as she walked up beside Lisa. "Tina would run a marathon if her leg was broken. She'd just set the bone, bandage it, and stick a piece of bark in her mouth. Let me take you to the drill area, Lisa. We have you wrestling, um ... Tina ..." she said as she watched the skunk drag the fox behind the equipment shed, " ... but we'll figure something out. I gotta assist Princess Jasmine with supervised swimming laps. She is pregnant. Very pregnant! The kingdom is so happy."

"Wow, that's excellent! We will have a little ... " Lisa said, "Um. What's under a Princess?"

"Princess," Corsi answered, gesturing Lisa to follow.

***

Lisa followed Corsi to the drill areas, a more militarized and structured field where obstacle courses, target practice ranges, and a manufactured battlefield all thrummed with activity from Jahaliyan soldiers.

It took Lisa a moment to realize, as the soldiers shot bows and arrows, sparred with swords, and weaved through obstacles, that they, too, were completely naked.

Off in the distance, a rabbit fired an arrow straight into the air, then ran toward them. When she reached their group, the arrow landed between her feet, and unfurled a tiny little banner with her name, "Natasha."

"Oh, well that's fancy!" Lisa giggled.

Corsi chuckled. "May I present Bowmistress Natasha. Be it a bow, crossbow, greatbow, or ballista, she can hit anything with anything. I'll be getting to Princess Jasmine, though. Have fun!"

From the obstacle course, a well-hung bull marched up to Lisa and Natasha with a ready snort. "I see that Tina's not with us. Caught at the exercise yards?"

Lisa looked about. She was the only one to explain it. "Well, um, there was this fox who ... got distracted."

The bull frowned. "Translated, a Jahaliyan has to control his cock. I'm sure she'll beat him into shape."

There was a thumping and Tina showed up behind them.

"Done already?" the bull asked.

The skunk cracked her neck, then sent the ripple all the way down to her tail. "He shot a few loads then fell asleep. He needs to build his stamina."

"No doubt. Newbie?"

Tina smiled, putting her paw on Lisa's shoulder. "Not nearly as new as our Lisa here. I tried to crush her paw and it popped out like a fish. Have you heard what went down in the Harem and arcana rooms?"

"I haven't and I don't care," the bull said, "So she has great evasive skills?"

"Better than that!" Tina said, "She is invincible!"

"A great defense is the fallback to a good offense," the bull interrupted.

Lisa enjoyed the implacable nature of this bull. While his cock was out of its sheath, it hung down. His eyes made deliberate movements, sometimes staring at people until they turned away. His tail seldom made motions behind him.

"You may call me Sarge," he said, his hands folded behind his back. "What we have in store is for you, allegedly invincible Lisa, is to push the attack forward. Even the greatest cliff wears away when repeatedly struck by water. So you have to strike first."

"My time in White Chapel encouraged patience," Lisa said, which made Sarge incline his head, imploring for her to continue. Lisa told her story about bearing harsh winters, scrimping and saving what she could, and making the best match sticks out of splinters and rubbish.

"You learned endurance," Sarge said, "and what did it earn you?"

Lisa felt her face crumple, "Starvation."

Sarge smiled. "Precisely. The sword does not get sharp by leaning against the anvil. We have good drills for you, many of which will reinforce the Goddess's Blessing. Don't expect leniency in the training like wrestling, considering the battlefield will not throw you novices. However for fun and challenge, it will be in gelatin or mud, very sexy, and if you earn it, a giant creme pie."

Lisa was first excited, and then aroused. Her heart beat with vigor and her nipples grew hard.

Once they arrived at the prescribed pit, Tina grabbed Lisa by the nape and threw her in, then leapt after her with an elbow aimed straight down.

The raccoon rolled in the gelatin as the skunk crashed down where she had been, getting the green substance all over her. Lisa retaliated by running through the sticky substance and, with Divine inspiration, leapt at Tina with her feet together and her legs straight, drop-kicking her in the jaw before she plunged again into the bouncy, gooey substance. Tina spiraled off, smacking against the gelatin-coated side before rebounding back.

A crowd quickly gathered around them and they cheered, the men getting hard and stroking their cocks while the women pressed themselves against the men.

Lisa knew, as she spun under a thundering backfist and elbowed Tina in her kindey, that these males would soon be tripping over each other to fuck her senseless in the pit.

A horse broke free, his huge cock bobbing between his legs as he leapt at the two women, but then was suddenly directed sideways when an arrow with a massive cushion for a tip smacked him in the head.

"All right, enough of that," Natasha said as she holstered her tactical arrows, "Lisa's a great scrapper and a pair of brass knuckles will get her through half an army. But what about fortifications?" the rabbit asked.

Tina thundered into the ground, missing Lisa with a double axe-handle and splashing gelatin in a great tidal wave. When the stocky skunk stood, she looked like a green hulk.

"We're not done until I say we're done!"

The bull walked to the edge of the pit, his cock firmer than before. "You're done."

They helped Lisa out of the pit, then the skunk flicked the raccoon's clit. Lisa jumped and turned around. "This ain't finished," Tina said with a grin.

***

They got to the firing range, where the targets were a good number of paces away and a few weapon racks were stacked up behind them.

"I read Lydra's file, or tried to, amidst the magical hoodoo," Sarge said, "We could use that blunt-force protection. Tina, can you throw a javelin that far?" the bull asked, pointing at one of the far-off targets.

The skunk squinted, brushing off the last of green, bouncy flakes off her body. "Can practically kick one that far."

"Throw Lisa."

"All right."

Before she had time to react, Lisa found herself grasped by the skin between her breasts and above her pussy and hurled through the air. Her flight was a beautiful arc, but it flagged prematurely, then suddenly the field rushed up to meet her and she slammed headfirst into the dirt.

She yanked her face out and stood, feeling a little woozy, then saw she was at least fifty meters away from the target.

"Tina, did I tire you out?" Lisa laughed.

"I'll show you tired out," Tina growled, then grabbed some shot puts from the sports rack and hurled them one by one at the raccoon. Each in turn smacked Lisa in the head, in the stomach, in the legs and knocked her flat, but then Lisa got back up again and continued sashaying toward the group.

"Ladies, calm your tits," Sarge said, more erect than before, "So it's obvious that Lisa weighs a bit more than a wooden stick. How are you with hammer-throw, Tina?"

"I'll throw her to the moon!"

"Then do so."

The skunk grabbed the raccoon by the shoulder and hip and swung several times in a circle before releasing her, flinging her up into the sky before landing several paces short of the target.

"She's not made of stone!" Sarge shouted.

"She's made of something!" Tina argued.

The bull sighed, then reached up and grasped his horns until calm. "You know why we're doing this, Lisa?"

"Sure, I can take it," the raccoon said, "but I'm sailing like a lead balloon."

"How about a melee weapon?" Tina asked, then grabbed her by the ankles and charged across the field, swinging her in a circle. Lisa sensed her position in all this--she was a bludgeon--so she straightened her back and knees as best she could, and as they approached the target, she felt Tina heft herself over her head.

Lisa slapped against the target like a fish, then saw Sarge shake his head.

"Maybe a catapult would work?" Lisa asked once she got back to the start of the field.

"Impractical," Sarge sighed.

Suddenly, Lisa brightened with inspiration, "How about a battering ram?"

"Well?" Tina asked the bull.

"Go ahead." answered an intrigued Sarge.

Two male volunteers were gathered and they argued on which side of Lisa which would take: the top near the breasts, or the hips near the pussy.

Fortunately, when Lisa got bored of their argument and stretched, letting her breasts splay across her chest and her thighs clench around her pussy, it was simple as a coin flip.

The two males grabbed Lisa and charged down the field, taking a most excellent pace, and bashed her through the wooden target as if it were tissue paper, then tried to take her back out

Unfortunately, much like the floor at Blackstar Manor, Lisa found herself firmly stuck halfway through the wooden barricade.

"Talk about mixed Blessing!" Tina said as she came up to the target, then helped the men pry the boards free around her. The skunk took the liberty of reaching around the back and tapping Lisa on the nose several times.

"You're going to get stabbed in the face a thousand times, which is why we can't do this."

Lisa shrunk, then found herself able to slink out of the boards with just one more of them loosened. Her ears lowered and her tail against her legs, she sighed.

"I'm just trying to help."

As Sarge walked up to her, he picked up one of Tina's shot puts and, tossing it once in his hand, threw it full-force at Lisa.

The raccoon caught it with both hands, not moving backwards one centimeter.

"Still limitless potential," Sarge said, "and before that, an excellent martial spirit. Great job, private. Now off to your studies."

***

They returned to the capital city's inner walls and crossed a few mosaic-tiled boardwalks on the way to the grand library, a literal cornerstone of the academic district with high square walls and beautiful sapphire-blue striping between great glass windows several stories tall.

"They redesigned the whole structure after they found a book on architecture!" Natasha said, "Funny what you find right under your nose."

"This building looks like it's from the future," she said, marveling at the way the sun beamed off its confident blue piping, transforming the rays into rivers.

"Ideas themselves are for the future," Natasha said. "My shots certainly are! Now, on to business," the rabbit said, grabbing Lisa by the waist and pulling her aside to avoid traffic, "Raschid will be your tutor for today, so please be cooperative."

"It was about two weeks ago that I had no teacher," Lisa said with a smile, patting Natasha's arm, "it will keep me humble."

Once they entered the library, Natasha introduced a small fennec that reminded her of the poor patchwork dolls that urchins had played with in the decrepit alleys of White Chapel. The dolls, as was this fennec fox, were not overtly ugly, but they were proportioned funnily in the limbs, seeming quite stringy and long.

The fennec's ears were also way too big, but Lisa could not recollect whether that was her inexperience with fennec foxes, or the fact that the rest of his head was a bit small.

He was cute, overall, but small, and this extended to all his attributes.

"Hello, I'm Raschid and welcome to the grand archives," the fennec drawled in a high voice, "This contains the wealth of Jahaliyan knowledge and Blessings. Now, how about we find out what your scholastic ones are?"

With that, the fennec wearing but a cute turban, vest, fat waist sash, and nothing else got to work. In his element, Raschid subjected Lisa to his tests.

There were cue cards, flash cards, long scrolls of florid texts, math problems, esoteric poetry, and even a quick music lesson on a lute. As was his species' nature, Raschid moved fast, but Lisa found herself picking up on his lightning sensibilities and almost keeping up.

"Don't worry, this is but a sampler. You'll love the intellectual feast awaiting you!"

Against that, Lisa had a thousand questions, but one forbidden one loomed unasked.

"Don't worry, everyone stares" the awkward fennec sighed, strutting down the hall with Lisa following after. "I know I fucked up."

"What happened?"

The fennec frowned. "I spent more time bending Jahaliyans over the card catalog than I did peruse through it," he said, then reached out to scratch her chin.

"You are a good girl, however, and know the value of a Blessing."

"Would teaching me help you get it back?" asked Lisa with concern.

"I don't know, but I would appreciate your help for me to try." responded Raschid with a lustful caress.

When the raccoon responded to the scratches, he stroked her muzzle. "Then I have something else to strive for now." answered Lisa with growing arousal.

When she leaned into his paw, he brought her muzzle down to hers and kissed it.

When her lips opened against his, she also accepted his tongue into her mouth.

"Raschid, Goddess damn you!" stormed the head librarian. The zebra's foot-clops echoed through the tiled hallways as though struck with a hammer.

The fennec broke the kiss and bared his teeth at the buff, tall zebra who wore a pair of round spectacles and nothing else, his cock ten times as long as Raschid's and flapping between his knees.

"I was just getting acquainted with the new recruit!" the fennec pleaded.

"Goodness, is there trouble here?" Lisa asked, the fennec's lips sweet on her own.

"It's none of your concern," the zebra bleated, his voice slashing through the halls. "At one time he was soiling the old scrolls with his antics."

"Just one time!" Raschid protested.

"And then the cooking recipes, then the treasury figures, then a book on oil-and-water bi-aqueducts! You were a virile, volatile disaster."

"I did apologize!" he moaned, and when Koji opened his mouth again, Raschid pursued, " I know I'm serving my sentence; you do not have to remind me in public!"

Lisa frowned at the head librarian. He was harsh, but was he fair?

"Kick a man while he's down, he may never get back up," a female voice said.

Lisa did not recognize it, but Raschid and Koji shut up at once, standing straight at attention and using the nearest bookshelf for reference on straightness.

A black wolfess in a simple red cape and platinum circlet rounded the corner, flipping through an addendum of the Bi-Aqueducts book.

"It's a luxury concession, but I could see using one pipe for two liquids," she said, grinning at the two males.

"Oh, it's a penis joke!" Lisa clapped with glee, then noted how the two librarians, who had been previously bickering, were now standing straight as statues. Lisa curtised in a hurry.

The wolfess groomed her fur, straightened her circlet, and proceeded toward the door. "Witty, but sex-minded," she said, jerking out of a lusty tone and back into prim, elegant propriety, "Welcome to Jahaliya. My name is Robin, Crown Princess. The other Princess, of course; I am not 'very pregnant' as Corsi likes to say. Don't bow; Lydra has told me what happens when your forehead does on impact."

Lisa remained in her curtsy.

"I shall give you a tour of the Crown Jewel that governs this peaceful, and as you saw most vibrant, country of Jahaliya. Are you ready for some social studies, or is your pussy still desiring?" the wolf asked with a slasher's smile.

"Both?" Lisa nervously giggled.

"Perfect," Robin responded. "Then let us go."

***

They wandered into the streets of the Capital City on a grand boardwalk made of shiny auburn wood that teased their noses with its cedar scent. Lisa skipped happily over the polished boards in her laced sandals, bounding over a bridge that spanned a stream running right through the city.

The buildings themselves, each made of a different stone and glowing a different hue in the sun, stood tall with large open windows. There were buildings for business and buildings for pleasure, there were stores and there were storehouses. All were curiously spotless, as were the streets where thousands of nude citizens strutted.

It was all so wonderful, but there was another subject Lisa had to ask about beforehand.

Lisa blushed as she saw eyes, cocks, and nipples admire Jahaliya's newcomer, then turned back to Robin, whose silk red cape blew about her nude body like a dream, highlighting her buxom form.

"I saw a statue of a wolfess warrior in the library atrium," Lisa said, "Was that you, were you a warrior?"

Robin smiled, snatching a glass of some creamy Jahaliya drink as a servant ran up to her. "I still am, though primarily for my wife."

"Oh! The pregnant one?"

Robin laughed. "Yes, that one."

"Pregnant by whom?"

A gasp sounded from their audience on the bridge. Robin stopped, her mouth agape. The crowd around them stopped.

Lisa's breath caught in her throat.

Well, off with me head! Not like it was doing me any good.

Slowly, Robin's lips peeled from around her teeth, and soon her head was inclined toward the sky, her eyes closed and her chest vibrating with silent laughter.

"Why in Goddess's name would you ask such an impertinent, nee treasonous question? Suggesting infidelity of your Goddess-on-Earth Princess Jasmine?"

Lisa had no idea how to answer the question.

Well, it's because you all do so much fucking!

"May I speak frankly?" Lisa asked.

"I'd prefer it," Robin responded.

Lisa stammered, fiddling with her claws the same way Raschid did. "I wasn't suggesting infidelity, it's just all the fucking that's going on," she said, keeping her eyes down on her breasts, the raccoon sure they would disappear at any moment. "Cum in tummies makes cubbies."

Robin's eyes snapped open. It made complete sense the girl from the streets would be so down-to-Earth. "Only when you want them," she said. "We ovulate on command."

"Cor, no periods!" Lisa said.

Robin winced at the word. "Yes, those. All gone."

Lisa smiled, a new vigor running through her. She was learning so much! "So, back to infidelity," she started.

Robin's eyebrows folded.

"I mean, you say husband and wife, but there's still all the fucking. Isn't marriage to stop all the fuckery? Your husband fucked me yesterday, and he was wonderful! But don't you mind at all?" she asked.

Lisa knew she was figuratively dancing through a cave with a switch, liable to smack any dragons right on the nose and piss them right off. However, Jahaliya was so generous in everything they provided, that it seemed almost unfair for them to be hiding lethal traps.

They forgave her for her sexual recklessness, but what about her manner?

When Lisa looked up at Robin, she saw a wolf's face that was half concerned and half flabbergasted.

"Nell warned me in advance about you. I ... won't say it's not refreshing, but please don't pee on the carpet. Next you'll be betting on a horse named Dover and screaming at him to move his bloody arse."

"If that's a metaphor, your Highness, I don't understand it." Lisa said.

Robin bit her lip and pulled her nearest male servant aside, eyeing Lisa up and down as she spoke, ignoring the hot erect cock pressing against her knee. "I've heard of royalty 'slumming it' before, but she seems absolutely nasty," she whispered. "Goddess forgive me if I want to slap her tits around."

"I think Goddess would endorse it, Your Highness!" the servant said.

Robin tossed him aside.

"No. I do not mind my husband sharing his illimitable love," she said to Lisa. "That, plus fertility control, eliminates many reasons for adultery."

"Would you be my wife?" Lisa asked.

A scream of laughter exploded from Robin. She wiped a tear from her eye, then strode to move forward, off the bridge and onto the street. When she passed Lisa, she slapped her breasts with a resounding smack.

Lisa squealed, blushing madly in the tips of her ears.

"Now you're just drunk off the Blessing. Let's go to the palace so you may leave some greasy footprints there."

"Now you're just making fun of me."

Robin turned around with a flourish of her cape. "I'm making fun with you, but at your expense."

"My expense?!"

"Yes, you're costing me my patience."

"I thought you liked me!"

"I do. My patience comes from me wanting to jump your slutty bones right now."

"What?" Lisa gasped, a flush coming over her, making her hard, wet, tingly right there in public among a crowd of hundreds. Pressure seemed to mount inside her.

Robin stopped and looked her up and down, her eyes catching on each of Lisa's goody spots. What was a mere few moments felt like a few hours to her. "But I also like watching you squirm. Maybe next month. Come!"

Lisa shivered, moving forward, stumbling as a sticky warmth traveling down her thighs. "...I'm afraid I already have..."

***

The Palace came up to them in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Lisa was in such a tizzy from her public spectacle--and many lovely males and females begging to clean her with their tongue--that when Robin said, "We've arrived!" Lisa had barely time to react before she ran face-first into a walrus wearing a colorful sash with many gorgeous shells as regalia.

Startled from Lisa nearly running into him, the walrus's monocle fell from his eye. "Goddess Bless it, Princess Robin, I thought you Jahaliyans didn't drink!"

"Only the nectar of our pleasures," she chuckled.

The walrus struggled to replace his monocle, which then fell out a few times before he had it secured. "It's great to see you again, Princess Robin."

"This is an ambassador of Cetaes: Mister Shipsan Sealingwax" Robin introduced. "Mister Sealingwax, this is Lisa our new charge ... with the discharge."

"An acquaintance to make your pleasure!" Lisa stumbled, thrusting a paw forward. The walrus frowned as his nose pulsed, his long member growing from underneath him.

Lisa looked at her paw, which was wet. Earlier, she'd scratched herself with it, getting sticky fem cum all over. "Oh, cor, aren't I a bloody mess."

"So this is what your Jahaliyan parties come to," Mr. Sealingwax snarked. "No matter. Where are you off to? I have my carriage with me at that nearby sea-dock, dolphin-powered of course ... though it seems your discharge hasn't even got her land-legs."

"Her only better conveyance would be a saddle with a cock in the middle," Robin laughed, "but how about that new stadium Mr. Sawchuck was working on?"

"Your Lisa could use sight of a good erection!" Sealingwax laughed, "and there's even a tight, wet cove if that's more to her liking."

Lisa sauntered up to the walrus and leaned against his chest, her calf brushing his erection. "I'm simply enthused to see any proud member associated with this kingdom," she said, lowering herself down on him.

Robin grabbed the raccoon by the nape and yanked her back, standing her upright. "What you need is a cold saltwater bath!" the wolfess said, then marched up to the sea-dock and tossed her into the bay.

The raccoon splashed and then began choking on water, floundering about. She was instantly awake. "Help! I can't swim!"

The dolphins that were harnessed to the front of the carriage quickly swam to either side of her, bringing the carriage along with them. Each put their bottle nose under her armpits and lifted her up until her chest was above the waterline.

Robin cringed. "Well, there almost went my Blessing."

***

The trip to the stadium was a quick one. The carriage burst forth from Jahaliya's harbor, speeding around many trade vessels and schooners until they were out in the open ocean, the vessel skimming the waves as it hugged the coast, transitioning to Jahaliya's fringes, after a span of rolling meadows and sandy beaches, a great unfinished construction of stacked stones and jagged scaffolding yawned out before them.

"We're going awfully fast and loose!" Robin said as they bounced on the waves, her circlet leaving her head and then landing back down on it, "Is the Cetaes Sea Lane that safe?"

"Safer than land!" Sealingwax said, "By the way, your Highness, I received intelligence that our interdiction campaign against the Poacher Queen's fleet is getting results and an opportunity has come up because of it! However, I'll leave the details to your husband."

A vast bay opened up, showing a high tower at the edge of this construction project with an enormous balcony overlooking the bay.

"Cor, what a big fucking balcony!" Lisa exclaimed.

"That's right," Robin laughed, "it is a big, fucking balcony and just waiting for Ryoga to use! You should see Cyndra's!"

"Oh, but I might break it, wouldn't I?"

"That's why we'll train you on couches, first."

They turned short of the grand tower and dove deeper into the bay, which itself opened up to reveal rest of the skeleton of this grand stadium.

Lisa turned her head and saw that the balcony had a bird's eye view of it.

What an idea! Fucking while watching the game, using its infectious energy for sexy ends!

"Did you have stadiums at home? Sporting events?" Robin asked.

"Not to this degree, stacks of bleachers to the side of a muddy rugby field. This is larger than parliament!"

"With much more honest games contained therein!" Robin laughed.

The Cetan vessel docked, with Robin and Lisa stepping out and then Sealingwax bidding them adieu. "Business calls at all hours!" he harrumphed. "Talk of cabbages and kings and whatnot."

He sped off, which gave the two just enough time for the stadium's architect to make his way down the dock to them. "Greetings, your Majesty!" the architect said, his "S's" whistling through his buck teeth like a boiling tea kettle.

"Hello Master Sawchuck! We thought we'd tour your site. Let me introduce you to Lisa, Ryoga's newest Harem addition." Robin respond jauntily.

Lisa only had to shake his hand and bow to see that he had grown hard. She'd seen so many cocks today! And all of them so wonderful, all shapes, sizes, sensitivities ... so much fruit of the loin to harvest.

"I'll skip the pleasantries and get right down to brass tacks, of which we've used about two-hundred fifty thousand for the upholstery alone."

His whistling teeth made Lisa giggle.

"The grandeur of this stadium is not necessarily in its size, which is massive, but also in its ingenuity. You'll see here..." he explained, talking in technical concepts way out above Lisa's comprehension as he led them through the ticket counters, concession areas, and out along the main field, up a set of scaffolding that spanned the entire inside.

Lisa saw the lovely upholstered seating down below. All of the seats had holes in the backs for tails, and some had holes in the seats ... for promiscuous reasons, she was sure. A large construction crew filtered in between the seats, hard at work on many sundry details.

When they saw Lisa, they grew hard while working.

"So you see, the challenge was not making the stadium so large; I could make far bigger," he chortled, his beaver belly and the cock underneath bouncing, "but could it be done on water? Yes! This entire structure is not on an inch of ground, and that is so our Cetan allies can view the games from the bottom, up."

He thrust his paw down at the field, which not only had a semi-transparent sheen to it, but was surrounded by a large moat between it and the seats.

"That grass, by the way, is a floating sheet of genius, a combination of seaweed, plastic, and an alchemical binder I had Lydra come up with. I call it Aqua-Turf!"

Lisa shook her head, staring at what looked like a glassy film with yard-markings. "What kind of games will be here?"

"Games of athletic skill and sluttiness!" Sawchuck boasted, his cock straining at this, "Battles, orgies, and battle-orgies for your Harem--you, my dear!--will compete with the Myscindyr amazons to prove your sexy excellence to Prince Ryoga, Governess Cyndra, King Shamon, all! You see, the Myscindryans have proved their might as warriors, now they want to see how athletically slutty they can be!"

"Cor, Amazons? With giant tits and thighs the size of tree-trunks?

"That's about right, and now they largely lust for thick hard cock on top of dripping pussy!" Robin said.

"Just as well as they should," Lisa chuckled, "I hope they don't mind me being a jammy-dodger. Pussy's all right, I suppose. Anyway, this King and Governess ... I've not heard those names."

"You'll be screaming them in time, perhaps in their beds as well" Robin said with a wink.

"But Princess, King Shamon is a whale," Sawchuck intervened, "how could he have a bed?"

"The ocean bed!" Lisa laughed.

Sawchuck rolled his eyes.

Lisa winked back at him, then broke off of the group to walk further up the scaffolding, taking in the stadium from on high. At the top of a particularly tall and zig-zagging scaffolding, she saw that tower balcony and moved toward it.

Up this high, the wind caught her naked fur and blew through it, combing its invisible claws through her scalp, around her breasts, and up underneath her.

"It's beautiful up here," Lisa said with a tranquil smile. "I can imagine the roar of the crowds, the lust and the adrenaline on the field, the athletes straining their bodies to push faster, farther ... and deeper!"

Robin, carefully toddling on bare planks that Lisa had skipped across, joined her at the foot of the ladder and leaned against the rung. "It's an exciting prospect, don't you think?"

She looked up and saw, as Lisa swung one leg past the other, that the raccoon's cunny was absolutely moist.

Robin licked her lips.

"Most certainly!" Sawchuck said behind them, crossing to the sky tower.

He plucked at his nipple with one paw as he groped his groin with the other, pulling up and down on his length, stroking over the skin until it was slick with precum. "And that balcony up there is for the Prince to be fucking all you sexy girls while watching the lust-games down below. Pole-vault, cake racing, and pie-tossing contests while he's knotted in you, Lisa, and servicing you, Princess Robin, with his tongue."

Robin blushed as the beaver leaned in on her, nuzzling her breast as the slick sounds of masturbation came from down below. Lisa watched from above and found herself laying two fingers against her lower lips, then pressing.

"And just imagine," he continued, "and--"

"Sawchuck, why don't we go up to the balcony together?" Robin asked, pressing her breasts against his furry chest as she rolled to face him.

"Is it safe?" Lisa asked, hopping up onto the unfinished structure. A large cushion lay crumpled in the corner. She pulled it out flat over a few creaking boards, then let out a small Cor! as she looked down and saw fifty feet of air before the next row of seats.

"Ah, of course!" Sawchuck murred as he scraped his buck teeth over Robin's nipple, sucking softly as he grasped the Princess's writhing hips. "Let's go on up!"

Once Robin and Sawchuck had crowned the railing, the three of them gathered on the cushion and got to work.

Being the minority of sexes, Sawchuck was placed in the center, and Princess Robin and Lisa got on either side of him, the black wolfess nuzzling his face, licking his lips and teeth while Lisa went lower, licking at the warm tip of his thick cock before encircling her soft, warm muzzle around it.

"Ah, Praise Goddess for this fuck!" Sawchuck called out above the curious groaning of lumber.

Lisa heard it too, but Sawchuck was the architect.

Soon Lisa found herself splayed on her back, legs up in the air and around the beaver's modest love handles as he eased himself inside her, guiding his pulsing member inside her as Robin lorded over them both, squatting over Lisa's face as she buried Sawchuck's muzzle between her tits.

"Yes, Master Beaver, fuck us high as only you can! Up here we are Kings and Queens of Jahaliya!" she groaned.

"I try to always use the right tool!" Sawchuck responded.

Lisa lapped at the wolfess's pussy and did not mind the feminine taste. In fact, she found it a pleasant counterpart to brusque male musk, and the warmth of Robin's labia against her tongue, against her lips, drove her lustily forward.

Sawchuck's thick hips rocked into her, insistently pushing into her hot, pulsing cock over and over.

Robin was getting wet, fast, so Lisa licked and nibbled all the faster. She bucked her hips against Sawchuck as well, which made him go faster. Eventually, all three were fucking in brisk unison, harder and harder, groaning over the creaks of lumber until suddenly, Robin and Lisa were falling.

A crack exploded against their eardrums and shivered their bodies, sounding like the break of a giant's spine. With it brought the sensation of weightlessness, of falling, and soon Lisa realized that the balcony had collapsed beneath them, sending them all into a fifty-foot drop toward a battery of upright chair backs.

Sawchuck yelled incomprehensibly as he separated from his lovers, grabbing onto some balcony remnants at the last moment. Lisa's view of his futile reach for them vanished as she and Robin began to tumble.

Desperately improvising, Lisa forced Robin down against her body, coincidentally in a groin-to-muzzle position for both of them.

Goddess, please let this work or let it be quick! Lisa thought to herself, then locked her arms and legs around Robin, her forehead against the Princess's groin, and slammed head-first into hard ground.

Then with a sharp PING Lisa and Robin were airborne again in a violent richochet, sailing across the moat and the Aqua-Turf to smash against a tall scaffold tower on the other side.

They crashed through this, the tower collapsing behind them in a cacophonous shower of wooden planks and metal bolts, and then they hit a ramp between seats with another loud PING.

The ramp's angle rebounded them upwards into the oil lantern scoreboard, flinging brass fixtures every which way which smashed against the ground like a hundred orchestra cymbals.

Finally, Lisa stuck her legs out, willing herself upright, ready to stop.

She looked to the sky and saw a vast, semi-transparent blue-green field with white yard markings.

Cor, Goddess, enough! she cursed herself, then wrenched her body sideways, corkscrewing around to land on her back and stay there, smack-dab at the fifty-yard line on the Aqua-Turf.

Lisa took a long breath, staring up at the sky through a long, bushy black tail. Her chin was inches away from all the Princess's sensitives.

Lisa was just happy to be alive, but she felt a strange thickness between her legs.

She tapped the Princess on the buttocks. "Your Majesty?" she asked.

Then there was suction, the sudden relaxation of muscles as something thick pulled out of her.

Robin coughed, her muzzle soaked with Lisa's juices. "See? I knew you couldn't dodge jammies forever," she weakly chuckled, exhausted, then rolled off of her savior and reclined just beyond her, catching her breath.

Lisa snorted with amused relief, laying flat on the field, seeing the underside of her fur alight with the light blue sparkles of clear water just a few inches below her. The raccoon looked to the side, some eighty feet up, where a beaver nervously made his way down jagged scraps of scaffolding and rubble.

A lone maned wolf, dyed white with long golden legs and the gold sash of Jahaliya, ran up to them with a medic's bag. His cock was out and still dripping; he hadn't had time to finish before the accident and now there was duty to perform.

He squat down and felt up and down their legs, chest, arms, his touch ginger and probing. As he worked on Robin, Lisa could not help but grin as his balls drew tight and his member returned to full-mast.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked the Princess.

"Three," Lisa said.

The maned wolf turned to her, his golden brow folding. His paw showed two.

"Oh, sorry," Lisa purred, slipping her foot under his buttocks to use it to rub his cock. "I was thinking about the number of legs you had."

The medic blushed, but his professionalism returned in thought and word. "I don't know how it happened, but I can't find any evidence of external injuries with either of you! However, it's the internal details that need examining too."

A relaxed Robin cooed with recognition, "Then get to it!"

Before he could explain to Lisa, the medic was pulled atop Robin and then into her while Lisa squat above the Princess' face, having Robin service her pussy as the medic nuzzled and licked at her breasts.

"Very promising readings!" he grunted at Robin as he switched to Lisa, pushing her down on her stomach and pulling her hips up to meet his. His cock already slick with his and Robin's juices, he started up round two inside Lisa.

"Glad to hear that! Lisa is new here." Robin remarked, laying on her side and watching the medic fuck Lisa down against the rough, transparent Aqua-Turf. Cetans swam up below them and were rewarded with a beautiful view of Lisa's smushed breasts and the maned wolf's swinging balls.

Above water, the construction crew had gathered into a unified, masturbating mass, some helping each other while others took positions, a leg on the top of the chairs, as they pulled at their aroused cocks.

"Yes," the medic panted, licking his paw and smacking Lisa's ass. "Your internals and vitals are healthy, considering your fall."

"How can you tell?" huffed Lisa with her sensations.

"This is a magic basic trauma examination the Blessing enables specially trained medics." he clarified, pointing down at his dick as he briefly pulled it out of the raccoon.

"By fucking?" Lisa giggled at this salacious practicality.

The maned wolf drew in a sharp breath, then slammed into Lisa again, knotting himself. "You can read my report later!" he shouted as he came again, gasping for air.

Lisa grinned, wiggling her ass against the maned wolf, loving him deep inside her. "You must have a fun job!"

The long-legged medic shrugged. "You haven't seen my paperwork."

***

In the Prince's private quarters, Princess Robin lovingly ran a paw over Princess Jasmine's enormous jackal belly as Lisa looked on, giggling with happiness. Dr. Meigs sat under both Lisa and Robin, moving her paws over their legs, then stomachs, spines, and breasts as she checked them over.

"Penis-metering test or no, you still need a professional examination after such a fall." she said, pushing Lisa's legs up and tipping her over, pushing her labia aside to check the insides of her pelvis, "but it looks like Lydra's conclusions were correct. You had quite a counter-reaction striking the ground with Robin's mass.

"I just hope I didn't set the stadium back too far," Lisa grinned, then reclined back on her cushion, breasts up in the air, muzzle toward the ceiling. "I really hope Sawchuck isn't in any trouble."

"Sawchuck's oversight," Jasmine chimed in, kissing Robin on the cheek as her belly was rubbed, "could very well have killed a Jahaliya Princess. But my wife seems insistent on defending him."

Robin murred. "His judgment was intoxicated by our advances," she said, "and it was pretty obvious we shouldn't have been up there. So, we share some blame."

Lisa nodded.

Jasmine glared. "So you almost killed yourself, my dear wife. How compassionate of you," she snarled, then put a paw over her muzzle. "I'm sorry. I'm hormonal."

"No, it's fair," Robin said. "But Ryoga is going to keep me on a short leash--literally--unless we phrase this incident right."

"I'll tell it as it was," Lisa grinned, crawling over to Robin and giving her tits a light slap. "And I can watch my Princess squirm on a tight leash."

Robin's gaze narrowed. "He'll keep you on a fuck-pillory, and the line to bang you will extend out the kingdom!"

"Oh, I hope he finds out," Lisa moaned, then licked Robin's lips before slipping into a kiss.

"WHAT?!!" blasted out through the halls of the quarters, and then rapid footsteps approached.

Robin and Lisa broke their kiss, just as Jasmine was crawling over to join them.

"Doctor, one side!" Jasmine called out.

The blue fox slipped out of the way as Ryoga, his circlet bent and his cape torn, stormed into the room.

The wolf had wild eyes, but at soon as he set his eyes on Robin, he smiled and ran up to her, hugging her tightly.

"I almost lost you this day, Goddess forbid!" he gasped, then saw Lisa on her cushion, watching him.

"But Goddess has given me another Blessing instead," he said, then darted over to squeeze Lisa tightly. "She's given my wife a savior; what have I done to deserve this great kindness from Above!"

Lisa found him embracing her quite tightly. "Sire, if you don't want to shoot me through the ceiling, I suggest you relent!"

Ryoga laughed and relaxed, but as he released her to lay down against the cushions, his balls bounced and his sheath filled out a few inches.

"Oh, that reminds me!" Lisa giggled as she reclined before her Prince, showing off her beautiful naked body. Her foot reached out and she pushed his sheath down, revealing more of his lovely red cock. "Sawchuck, who's doing a complete safety inspection of the site right now, is constructing a fuck balcony right in the stadium! You, your wives, and ... whatever Harem girl you choose, like me, can fuck us lovely ladies while watching the displays of slutty athleticism down below!"

"Dear Goddess, my subjects are too good to me," Ryoga sighed as he grew fully erect, his luscious member pouring out and growing to full hardness, his balls tightening against his muscular body. "I'll have to be careful I don't cum over the crowd and hit one of the athletes down below!"

Lisa purred, grasping Ryoga's cock between her black raccoon feet. "I don't know, that'd be a game all its own!"

***

On a balcony not seven rooms down from the Prince's private quarters, Sylvia conferred with Queen Malva over the events of the week.

"She is crass," Malva mused, rolling a crystal orb in her paw. In it flickered images of Lisa, the Princesses, and Ryoga all in a passionate fuck. "But her reckless spirit and Blessed body bolsters all our bravado. Is she fitting in?"

Sylvia kept her ears pricked, hearing the Prince's excellent fuck on the breeze. "Superbly, I'd say, considering her standing. Quick to learn, and Bless me that we have to start from the very beginning!" she laughed. "And her thinking is so quick, and as you said, she is very brave, especially with the events of the day."

"Hmm," Malva said, setting her viewing orb aside. "Perhaps she does not fit in, but rather Jahaliya should find a new fit for her? It's just such a dangerous power. Have Meigs and Lydra run more tests. I want her ability measured down to a grain of rice."

"Of course, Your Highness," Sylvia said with a bow, "we will be exceedingly careful. Not a hair out of place!"

Then Ryoga leapt over the balcony, flying out into naked space high above the courtyard.

"Tally-Ho!" he howled, which brought Sylvia and Malva to their feet.

The Queen nearly screamed and launched after him, but Sylvia brought the orb to the Queen's eyes.

Within the confines of Ryoga's cape, wrapped around the wolf's muscular body, resided Lisa, her hips tight against his, the two fucking in free-fall.

Malva stood up straight, adjusting her crown. "I'll have him on a short leash, I swear. I'll spank him before the whole kingdom!"

"I think they would like that," Sylvia purred.

The lioness and wolfess watched in scared wonder as the two smacked against the ground and catapulted upward, spinning through the air. Ryoga remained inside Lisa the entire time, humping until an innocent little white trail spiraled out behind them.

"They could hit a sharp edge, a point, a ..." Malva sputtered, then stopped and growled so low that she vibrated Sylvia's extremities, making the lioness involuntarily wet.

The Queen grabbed a riding crop and a leash from off the wall and stormed off, a guttural grumble from her the whole way down to the courtyard.

Sylvia chuckled.

"It seems that Lisa is fitting in just splendidly!" she exclaimed as she followed a deeply perturbed, but ever-so loving motherhood.