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It was a small kingdom nestled in a vast forest and mountain range, far secluded from the world. For generations, stags had ruled over the kingdom as King, lording over the land and it's occupants with compassion and strength. Several years before present day, a strong stag had ruled over, by name of Agamemnon. He had lived through two wars, and more horrifying yet, a harem full of girls. They all wanted his attention, and it was a dire battle trying to give each an equal share, even if they were but slaves. Each of them pleased him, and he them, and each of them gave him many children, some of whom remained in the harem as his slaves, others dispersed into the outer castle as servants, chefs, and such laborers. Usually, it was the sons that were put to work as soldiers or servants, and the girls who were kept within the king's harem as a second generation of pleasure slaves, but there was one boy who escaped servitude.

Hunter grew up in the king's harem not as a servant or toy, but as the heir to the throne. The many females that lived within the pleasure wing were not slaves, items to be used as he pleased like his father saw them, but his aunties. One took Hunter under her wing, figurativly and literally. Lirien, a feral gryphoness, raised Hunter, teaching him everything he needed to know about being a proper noble prince while his father fucked her 'sisters'. If ever Hunter had a mother, it was she.

Hunter never knew his mother. He was half-deer, half-panther. Before his birth, a duke beneath the queen hired a thief, the best in the world, to steal away a harem slave that had originally been meant for him, a Pantheress by name of Saretha. Saretha had been pregnant at the time, but that did not stop the duke Garek from fucking her senslessly. When she gave birth to the king's son, Garek had the boy subtly returned. Servants found him on the doorstep of the citadel, crying in the middle of the night, with a note explaining he was Saretha's son. Agamemnon of course took the child into his care, naming him the heir to the kingdom, his first born son.

As the years went on from Hunter's infancy, Agamemnon's harem grew from a half dozen girls to nearly two dozen, slaves gifted to him from throughout the land, both foreign and local. All of Hunter's 'Aunties' were special in their own way, but one was unique in a way none of the others could hope to be.

Ishneir, a canine from a small tribe of nomads in the south, had been gifted to Agamemnon only six years prior. He was more than eager to make her his. He mounted her, bending her over the bed to fill her body with his potent seed. When he let her up, however, she turned to him with hunger in her eyes, and a stiff cock in her paws. Agamemnon had been gifted with what was called in the land an abomination. She was a she, but at the same time she was a he, complete with everything a male ought to have, while still retaining everything a female should be born with. Agamemnon was perplexed by this, but amazed. She... or he?... often shared his slaves, double-teaming them often, though in secret, while the kingdom slept, he would let her mount him, if only to sate his curiosity. It rarely happened, of course. He was a man. Not some slave bitch to be used.

Ishneir was Hunter's friend growing up. While the girls cuddled, hugged, and snuggled with the princeling, Ishneir played with him, rough-housing and wrestling with him all throughout the harem wing. She was his pal. She was the one he confided in as he began to mature. Where Hunter told Lirien of his crush, Nia, the guard-captain's daughter, he would huddle to the side with Ishneir and speak of how much he wanted to mate with her. They concocted an idea one night. The following evening, Hunter and Nia crept into the harem wing while the girls slept. The smells of sex permeated the air and instantly, the both of them were ready to mate. The kissed and fondled and groped eachother like novices, fumbling about one another's bodies until the hermaphrodite harem girl crept from the shadows and began to instruct them. Each of them took turns in different possitions fucking one another and somewhere along the way, Hunter pent Nia over and plowed into her while Ishneir plowed into his virgin ass. That night sparked something deep inside the adolescent, a fire which only seemed to grow with each day he and Nia shared affections in one another's embrace.

One evening on Hunter's fifteenth birthday, he crawled from bed when he was certain his wife, Nia, was asleep. They had been married earlier in the day and had spent the afternoon and evening celebrating in a way most newlyweds do. As the stars twinkled, however, Hunter slithered out onto the balconey and sat down on the cool marble to stare up at the diamonds sparkling above. He let forth a heavy sigh and blinked his deep blue eyes. He glanced over his shoulder to the pure-bred tigress that slept within his bed, ensuring she was asleep before his eyes went aloft again.

That desire that Ishneir had imbedded in him along with her hot seed those months ago burned brightly in his heart. He knew he wouldnt be whole, he wouldnt be complete with the way he was now, even with the beautiful new wife, the prospect that in a year he would be King, and the world being nothing but Right all around him. There was still but one thing he wanted, nay needed...

In the stillness of the night, he whispered a soft "I wish I was like Aunty Ishneir." as a star shot across the black night sky.

His wish did not go unheard. Tumbling on a soft breeze, his words travelled throughout the land, weaving between the trees and over bushes. For leagues upon leagues the wish flew until they fell upon a tiny ear. A pixie halted in the air, her butterfly wings flapping quickly as she considered the words. Aunty Ishneir? Who was this person and why did the boy sound so crestfallen as he made the wish to be like her? She darted off, following the wish back to its source.

By the time the wee pixie reached the kingdom of the stag-king, Hunter had crawled back into bed, the owner of the wish. She peered in through the open balconey door at the stag boy who slept in the bed beside his tigress bride. He was quite stunning, wasnt he? He was well muscled, quite bough really, and his antlers were too impresive, four points to a side. His sheathe was well endowed, full of a meat she could only assume would grow to great stature. So why would he wish to be like an aunty? She harumphed and crossed her arms as she thought and thought and thought, but came to no conclusions. Might as well find this Ishneir and find out...

She flitted outside and travelled around, her pointed ears straining on the wind until she heard the name. Giving a gleeful giggle, she darted up and around the castle to an open window, within which a plump mother-to-be gryphoness lay within a nest of silks and expensive cloth, whispering "I do not understand him at all, Ishneir. He has everything a boy could ever dream of and yet... he seems so sad..." She turned her golden eyes on a canine woman sitting before her... But wait! There it was! This Ishneir she spoke to held all the answers! She was a she and yet she had sheathe and testicles between her legs! Without even waiting for the thing's response, the pixie rocketted back down to the boy's bedroom balconey. She landed on the marble railing and eyed him for a moment, a grin on her face. What harm could granting a wish hold? Silently, she weighed the pros and cons of such a prospect...

Hunter awoke the following morning slowly. He opened his eyes and smiled, realizing his mairrage to Nia, his childhood sweetheart, was not a dream. He leaned over to gently kiss her cheek before he turned and sat up in bed, swinging his legs over the edge to set his hooves on the rug. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned big and wide, his eyes closing again lightly as he stood up. He moved over to one of the windows and stood before it, navigating by habit more than anything. Feeling an itch, as he usually did in the morning, he reached down to scritch-scratch at his full balls and slowly back along the sack. As he reached the base though and went to scritch-scratch at that area between his testicles and ass hole, his fingers did not scritch-scratch at all, but instead sunk into folds of flesh that parted only slightly beneath the invaders. His eyes shot open and he jerked his hands away. He looked down at his sheathe as if to see something wrong below, but instead he found himself staring at his hidden cock between a pair of ample breasts. He blinked, his heart skipping a beat as he hesitantly cupped the breasts hanging from his chest.

He cried out loudly, shrieking in the morning sunlight. Nia sat up with a start, her eyes falling on Hunter. "YEEEEEEEESSS!" he cried again, dancing a jig there by the window before he bolted to the wardrobe and flung the door open to peer at himself in the mirror. Beautiful, lucious breast, wide hips... he turned around and spread his legs, watching his reflection over his shoulder and... sure enough! Cute little pussy! He gave another whoop and danced again in place before he noticed Nia. He darted to the bed and gave her a big sloppy kiss. He never noticed the look of confused horror on her face as he pulled her to her feet and started to dance with her.

"Isnt it wonderful!?" he asked her as he gazed gleefully down into her eyes.

She blinked her golden hues and stammered for a moment, unsure whether to be happy for him, or completly upset he was no longer the boy she married.

In the next instant, he kissed her deeply again and bolted toward the door, forgetting his clothing, which truly was no big deal. Nobles were the only ones to wear clothing anyway, as a sign of office more than modesty. There was no modesty in a kingdom full of animals. "I'll meet you down at breakfast, Nia!" Hunter said, "I want to go show Lirien and Ishneir!" he called out, flinging the door open and sprinting down the hall, hooting and hollaring all the way. He didnt even notice the girl's father standing watch outside their door, a large tiger by name of Redrick, who dwarfed nearly every other person in the castle, minus the giraffe teacher in town and similar persons.

He rushed past servants and guards alike, ignoring their looks of confusion as he moved into the harem wing his father kept. He rushed straight to the nesting room his mother-figure slept in. He lept into her nest and hugged her tightly around the feathered neck, interupting her morning grooming. "LIRIEN!" he squeeled. "Something wonderful happened last night!" he exclaimed. He stood up and stepped back, releasing her so she could swivel her bird head to peer at him. Her golded eyes widened as she looked him up and down.

"Oh my, child... What has happened to you?" she asked, slowly standing up with a little effort, nearly to-term with the clutch she carried. She walked around him, looking his new body up and down curiously before she settled infront of him.

He just smiled excitedly and grinned, reaching up to cup his breast again, groping himself as if to remind himself they were still there. "I went outside last night and saw a shooting star! I remembered you told me that sometimes if you wish on one, it comes true! I wished I was like Aunty Ishneir!" he said, grinning big and wide.

She blinked in suprise at that and glanced to the window, as if to see some magical essense to explain it. "I hadnt meant that.... " she sighed, then shook her head and looked back to him, leaning forward to gently nuzzle his belly. "As long as you're happy, child." she said, offering a warm, motherly smile.

Hunter grinned big and wide, scratching behind her feline-like ears. "I am very happy!" he said, then leaned down to kiss her cheek and nuzzle into her neck. "I'm so excited! I've let Aunty Ishneir fill my ass so many times, but... I want to know what it feels like to fill..." he said, suddenly sighing lightly as he felt two of his fingers dissapear inside of himself. He hadnt even realized he was reaching down there until he had begun to finger himself. Sighing lightly again, he bit his lip as his sheathe began to fill.

"Lirien? May I...?" he asked, leaving it hanging as he gazed lovingly into her eyes.

She knew that look. A smile parted her beak and she nodded slowly. "Of course, child. But please, mind the babies."

Agamemnon used the girls, used them well. He was gentle with them, borderline loving, but he knew they were slaves and treated them as such. Hunter, who had grown up with, was raised by the two-dozen girls and half-sibling-slaves, knew them not as items to be used, but as living beings who needed affection just like he did. He never fucked his aunties or siblings. He made love to them tenderly, the way he thought they deserved to be treated. With a smile on his muzzle, he scampered around behind his mother-figure and set his hands at her hips, watching them sway seductivly as she brushed her tail out of the way, showing her prince and 'son' her winking pussy-lips.

"Be gentle." she reminded him as he began to gently rub his thick sheathe against her body, coaxing his thick, hot length from it's covering. When he was long and hard, perhaps thirteen inches erect, he reached down with one hand to guide himself to her winking womanhood. He pressed himself against her and watched with the same amazement he always did, as his length slowly dissappeared into her round body. He sighed lightly, one hand sliding up the white fur of his belly to one of his plump breasts. He gently squeezed the mass and moaned softly as he felt himself hilted inside of his mother. He sighed lightly and started to gently take the gryphoness, who also was gently sighing and moaning as her future-king stretched her tight canal.

Her talons flexed against the carpet of the nesting room and her hips continued to sway as she expertly milked the length pulsing tenderly into her body in a way only she knew how to do. Hunter gasped lightly as she began this process, moaning a little louder before he looked down to his breast and leaned down to curiously suck the nipple into his mouth. He moaned lightly against himself as the new sensations filled his tit. He quivered delightedly before repeating the process with the other. Setting both hands at his mother's hips, he increased his pace a little, but was ever careful of the cervix he felt brush his tip from time to time. He leaned forward over the gryphoness lower body and gently stroked her bulging belly, feeling the kicks and movements within.

"I think I know what I'm going to do first." he said breathlessly as he caressed her tummy. "I'm going down to the stables in a little while... I want to feel what it's like to get fucked the right way. I want to feel what it's like to be stretched! I want to know what it's like to have my womb filled!" he said. The thought along caused his hips to jerk suddenly. He moaned out loudly as the idea of being fucked, stretched, and filled the way Ishneir had been by his father filled his mind. He threw his head back and called out, thrusting himself as deeply into Lirien as he could and holding himself there as his balls tightenned and emptied their contents into her body.

Beneath him, the gryphoness dug her claws into the carpet and gave a gasp as her body convulsed around the invading stag prince. Hunter revelled in the feeling of her warmth washing over him, but still the curiosity, the need burned in his belly. Slowly he removed himself from within her and, slightly exhausted, he moved around to her front to hug around her neck again, still moaning lightly in the afterglow as he held her. "I'll be back, Lirien." he assured her and stood up, moving towards the door much more slowly than he had arrived.

He wandered down to the stables, forgetting all about his promise to Nia to be with her for breakfast. He walked gleefully through the halls, ignoring the looks he got and the whispers in his wake, moving with a dire need into the royal stables in the courtyard of the castle. It was empty, he was glad to see. He grinned to himself and moved into the stall of his own private horse. He was a large brown thing with white marks here and there all over his muscled body. Patting his mount's neck for a moment, he kissed his nose and whispered "I have a suprise for you... You see how different I am? Its different down there too!" he said, then affectionatly pet the horse down his flank as he knelt beside the horse. He trailed his affections down to the stallion's belly and large firm testicles. he gently cupped and squeezed each one, caressing the great balls before him before stroking the stiffening sheathe. He watched with wonder and excitement as the large pink-and-black cock slid from it's protective sheathe and grew harder with each moment. He gently stroked the shaft with one hand while the other ventured between his own legs to experimentally sink a pair of fingers into his tight young pussy.

He moaned lightly and leaned forward kissing the cockhead before him before taking the great shaft into his mouth, bobbing his head slowly up and down as he finger-fucked himself. He stuckled lightly on the cock in his muzzle, taking more and more of him each time he bobbed his head until he started to suck the engorged member down his throat, expertly pleasing his stallion. This was not entirely a first time thing.

He had not choked on the thick horse meat in his throat in well over a year. He had not choked at all until now. Hearing a deep male's voice clear his throat, Hunter's eyes grew wide and he nearly gagged on the cock in his throat. Pulling away from the stiff tool, he turned around only to see his father standing there in the stall's doorway with the massive tiger guard-captain behind him, both fo their arms folded over their chests and amused expressions on their faces. Agamemnon, on the other hand, was half amused, half upset.

"What the devil have you done to yourself, boy?" the stag king asked, cocking a brow as he looked his heir over.

Hunter swallowed his nervousness and bit his lip before he suddenly set his jaw and furrowed his brows. No, he wouldnt do it this time. This was something he had wanted for two years. This was something he had hoped and dreamed for, this was something he WAS now, and he would not be ashamed of it anymore! He stood up and explained the story to his father confidently, never once backing down.

As Hunter finished his story, he noticed two things. The first thing was the guard-captain Redrick's throbbing red rock. The second was his father's. He eyed them both for a moment, then glanced to his stallion before he took a deep breath and steeled himself. He openned his mouth to speak, but it seemed his father had other ideas. The stag king strode into the stall and sat down beside Hunter, grabbing his widenned hips and pulling him onto himself, helping the boy stradle his hips before he smirked and laid back. "Quickly. I am going to eat breakfast with the girls." he said, smirking as Redrick strode in and knelt behind Hunter, pushing the boy forward onto his hands and knees before he pressed his cockhead against the boy's puckered tailhole.

He looked over his shoulder at Redrick, whimpering needily as he gently rocked back against the massive appendage. It was only then that he noticed the cock parting his silken folds. He openned his mouth to comment, but all that escaped him was a wanton moan as the stag dick slid slowly into his virgin pussy. He gave a small lurch forward when he felt his maidenhood lightly stretched, but his father was relentless. He could only move forward so far before Redrick's great paws held him in place. He gave the faintest of whimpers as the thick length of deer meat pushed past his virginity. It stung at first, but as his womanhood was stretched deeper and wider, the pain quickly subsided. Agamemnon wasted no time in fucking himself up into his son's snatch, slowly at first, but soon with more vigor. Redrick smiled, watching them before he began to ease himelf into Hunter. it was a tight fit, but not as much as it could have been, what with Ishneir having used and abused the prince's ass over the past two years.

The ring of muscle relented with minimal effort and in the next moment, Redrick was pushing more and more of his large two-foot cock into the young boy's tailhole, slowly stretching him as the king beneath them both moaned loudly, driving himself up into Hunter faster and harder. He gripped at the prince's breast, squeezing and groping him enthusiasticly even as Redrick hilted himself inside of hunter. The prince threw his head back and squeeled in a passion the likes of which he had never before known as the tiger dragged dozens of wonderful barbs back along the sensitive flesh of his bowels. His body convulsed in a small orgasm as the tiger pushed every inch of his length back into the young stag's tailhole. repeating the process again and again with a rapidly increasing speed.

In minutes both the Stag King and Tiger Captain were matching their paces, slamming their bodies into Hunter's again and again. When one was pushing in, the other was pulling out. Hunter was a wreck, moaning loudly before he looked up and noticed his poor stallions unattended cock bobbing before him. He reached out and took the tool, quickly sucking the thing down his throat so a good foot and a half was being suckled upon while his other holes were being plowed into.

A fire had been growing in his gut until an inferno burned in his loins. Suddenly his father squeezed his breast hard and forced his cock as deeply as he could. His cock swelled and erupted, flooding his insides with hot, fertile seed. In the same instant, two feet of tiger penis hilted inside his tailhole, also erupting with great spurts of cum. Hunter was fuller than he ever thought possible, and his body filling and stretching to accomodate both cocks and their contents set him off. He screamed around the horse cock in his throat, which only seemed to push the stallion over the edge. He felt the horse meat swelling and soon great amounts of cum flowed freely down his throat. All three holes being filled pushed Hunter to heights he never knew existed. He screamed and squeeled louder as his body convulsed. His ass squeezed Redrick's dick and his pussy milked his father's powerfully as his orgasm squirted with an amazing force out of his body to soak his legs and Agamemnons. His own cock pulsed and twitched, squirting hot gouts of cum up onto his breast and his father's chest as the four of them shared the most powerful and amazing climax Hunter could ever hope for.

He could no longer comprehend the world. It was all a mix of colors and a ringing in his ears. He never even knew his father had left until it all started to come back into focus and he realized he was on his back, laying ontop of Redrick who fondled his breasts, both of which were coated with a combination of his seed and his stallion's. He moaned lightly and looked around, but Agamemnon was nowhere to be seen. In a moment, Redrick lifted the boy off of his chest and laid him down on his back in the hay.

"I think I can grow to like this change, Majesty." the tiger growled as he settled between Hunter's legs and forced his lips to the prince's.

Hunter groaned, but not in protest. Infact, he returned the kiss with a needy touch of his own. His tongue snaked out, pushing past his captain's lips to seek out his own rough muscle. He tangled their tongues for a good long while but as he felt his pussy lips parting once again under a much, much larger invader, he gasped and threw his head back against the hay-covered ground.

Redrick wasted no time plunging his length into the boy. He only managed to sink three-quarters of his length in before he felt the inner barrier of his cervix and stopped. It was enough. Instead of starting slow as the king had, Redrick started to slam himself into the boy before dragging those wonderful barbs along the hyper-sensitive flesh and forcing them back in again faster and harder.

Hunter writhed on the ground, gripping and squeezing his breast as he squirmed, squeeling and screaming in delight as the captain fucked him. It was more wonderful than he had ever imagined! His ass was as nothing compared to the feeling of his pussy spread so wide and so deep! He gasped and moaned loudly, screaming Redrick's name again and again.

Time seemed both to stand still, and move much faster than it normally would. He found himself thrusting his hips up to meet Redricks each time the captain forced his length back into him. His hips bucked and thrust, seeking release only the tiger could give. Seconds, minutes, maybe even hours went by with Hunter in a seemingly constant state of ecstasy. It only seemed to escelate the closer and closer Redrick got.

His growls and moans joined Hunter's screams of delight and soon he could hold back no more. Instinct took over and he forced every last inch into the young prince's body as the onslaught of his climax struck.

Hunter screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his very womb was stretched by the captain's barbed invader. The stag prince was already quite plump with seed to begin with, but as he arched his back, his belly began to expand ever so slowly as Redrick depositted a nearly unnatural ammount of hot fertile cum right where it belonged inside Hunter's womb.

As before, Hunter's body convulsed, milking the thick cock burried inside of him for every drop it could get even as he screamed out the captain's name, the juice of his orgasm squirting powerfully from his body to soak his new mate's legs and his own, coating their bodies in his feminine excrements even as his cock gave a swell and shot jet after jet of hot seed up onto his face and breast, mixing with what was already there.

Again the world blurred. It seemed to stay that way as Redrick manipulated his limp body, fucking him again and again over the course of several hours. When the world began to come back into focus at last, Hunter was exhausted and very, very sticky. He sat up and looked around, but neither his father nor his guard-captain were anywhere to be seen, just his bored stallion, eying him in amusement.

He stood up on shaking legs and reached out to pat the horse's flank before he glanced down to his belly. He looked a little pregnant didnt he? Suddenly that curiosity shot into his head. What would THAT feel like!? He almost squeeled in delight at the prospect. It even began to arouse him, imagining looking at his reflection as he stroked a year's worth of pregnancy. In an instant his cock was hard and throbbing and his well used pussy dripping eagerly. He looked to his stallion and licked his lips before he moved to the closed stall door and gripped it, using it as leverage as he bent over and clicked his tongue over his shoulder at the horse behind him. "Come on boy...Please... I need you..."

The horse watched him for a moment, but seemed to get the idea. Hunter watched his long black-and-pink cock slipping down between his legs as he stepped towards him. Hunter quivered in anticipation as the stallion nickered and reared up to mount him. His legs nearly buckled, but he locked them in place and moaned, feeling the thick horse cock prodding against his thighs and rump. He wiggled his hips a little, trying to help the stallion find him... and then it happened! The stallion's cockhead parted his well used pussy lips and in an instant thrust forward into him. He cried out loudly as once again he felt his cervix obliterated, pushed open as if it wasnt even there. Two grape-fruit sized balls slapped against his thigh and... something at the tippy top of his womanhood that sent an electric shock of pleasure throughout his body. Again and again the massive horse balls slapped that little spot as he felt his cum-filled womb stretched to the limit by the massive horse cock. He could feel it in his lower chest, and just the thought of being penetrated so deeply caused his body to convulse, milking the horse as again, a powerful jet of excriments splashed outward, coating the stallion's body.

The rhythmic milking motion of Hunter's inner muscles set the stallion off. He whinied and forced every last inch of his three foot cock into his new mare as the entire length gave a great swell. What felt like gallons of hot cum flooded into Hunter's womb, sending him into another powerful orgasm as he shot his own seed down into the hay below. Bowing his head, the stag prince watched his belly grow again, this time faster than before until he looked halfway through a pregnancy. Finally the horse dismounted, pulling his length away and stepping aside. Hunter gasped as his belly shrank and an ammount of seed he had never seen before poured out of his body like a bucket. He collapsed forward, leaning against the door in exhaustion as his body drained. There he fell asleep.

The following morning he found himself in his bedchamber, clean and perfumed. How he got there, he would never know. For the next week he spent as much time with his father, Ishneir, and Redrick as he could, fucking and being fucked like he never thought possible. He made love to all of his aunties and sisters regularly, only taking a break to eat, sleep, or spend the night driving his cock into Nia's young body, taking care not to upset her more than he already had.

By the time Lirien gave birth to three more slaves for her master's harem, Hunter was already showing. And showing he was. As he stood to the side and watched Lirien 'lay' three beautiful hippogryph babies, he was stroking what appeared to be a six-month belly, halfway to term... except for one thing: He was only three months along. He couldnt be happier. Over the course of his first month as a true hermaphrodite, he had fucked and been fucked by everyone he could get his hands on, primarily his father and guard captain. He hoped he carried one of their children, probobly Redrick's by his size, but he had to admit he really didnt know...

Giving a soft sigh, he stroked his belly affectionatly and glanced to the window, smiling to himself as he watched a star streak across the night sky. Dreams really do come true...