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The Play Games Part Two

Jessica the sexy vixen warrior-scholar marched in her harness, cape, and boots, but did not feel like a slut today. Rather, she felt like a hero on a rescue mission.

The vixen crossed the grand Jahaliyan palace grounds and went up a tower, through increasingly tight flights of stairs until she reached a door at the top, a watchtower arrangement attached to other high offices of all sorts of high-ranking city officials for Jahaliya proper. A prestigious space for a builder like Sawchuck

The placard on the door read, "Master Sawchuck, Architect."

Jessica rapped with the knuckle of her black vulpine index finger. There was no response. She knocked again with her entire paw; again no one answered.

The fox put her nose to the seam of the door and sniffed, catching distinct trails of fresh beaver musk.

"Sawchuck, sire, I know you're in there. The Play Games festivities are going on right now and you're missing out."

"Oh, another sporting event, a bunch of fit, young Sluts of both sexes running about. Let me know if the stadium collapses, so I can finally sign my resignation!"

Jessica held a paw to her heart, resting it on her bare, buxom warm breast. "Sir, can I come in?"

"My time is yours! Please don't beg," he said as she opened the door, and was hit with the full fragrance of an unshowered, disheveled male beaver body cloistered up in the same room. Jessica stumbled and became wet at the same time.

His fur was all over the place, with a distinct paw-shaped crater on his greasy cheek fur. "But if you're going to berate me, do it with the full force of Goddess. I deserve it!"

Even amidst his physical dishevelment, he had an office full of papers and diagrams, all organized with apparent obsession--he practically wallpapered the place.

Jessica's nipples stiffened, seeing the magnificence beneath this troubled soul. "Sir, a lot of work went into the festival," she said.

Sawchuck reeled.

"Not to guilt you! But rather, you should be impressed by the spectacle. Hard work inspires hard work, doesn't it?"

"Yes, and squandered hard work ... hard work to build a bust, or rickety scaffolding..."

"You're still upset about that, aren't you?" Jessica purred with concern. She sat upon the desk with her naked, curvaceous bum, her spry, svelte thighs of sunny orange and snowy white trailing down into black-gloved shins and footpaws.

Her breasts, perky and round, stuck out between hard black leather straps studded with pearls.

Jessica caught Sawchuck's eyes--and his shaft--growing out at her virile, soft body.

"Sire, it was a simple accident and those girls do not hold it against you. I filed the reports; they dotted their i's with hearts! One said that the danger enhanced the sex afterwards."

"Hah!" Sawchuck mocked, grabbing a stack of papers and slamming them down on a pile to his side, "it was mere luck--a logical universe clattering against probability--that saved their spines."

Jessica leapt off the desk, turned about, and slammed her paws on the wood, her breasts quivering in the aftershocks. "Sire, you can beat against Goddess' blessing all you like, but that is on your headl! You were honoring Goddess with that great stadium-- whom thousands are going to enjoy! Come now, Sawchuck!" she said with a chuckle, then stood, flexing her abdomen and swaying her hips, flashing the slit of her pert feminine netherlips.

His body jolted, his paws self-consciously drifting south as his sheath swelled and his shaft poured out.

Jessica smiled. "The greatest of artists are hardly infallible. Please understand that."

Sawchuck frowned, though his eyes were fixed right at her crotch. His paws quivered and a bead of sweat ran down his whisker. "I'm no artist. Just a builder with a few notions."

"I've not seen a stadium like that and neither have you," Jessica said, and her smile disappeared. "Trust me. I've done the research. There was a great writer in my old world, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, who once said, 'Music is liquid architecture; architecture is frozen music.' You like music, don't you?"

Sawchuck was breathing heavily, one paw pinching his nipple while the other wandered forward and back over some rigid span. "I love many different forms of beauty."

The lust, the worship of her sensual, naked, curvaceous form was not lost upon the buxom librarian in the tight leather boots, the pearl-studded harness, and the long silk cape colored blue like the ocean and sky. "You are an artist, Sawchuck, a builder of marvels, creator of a glorious symphony for our land that unites two peoples with ideals of love, creativity, diligence, and pleasure. No one has suggested this to you. What kind of petty little notion is a grand sporting arena like that?"

She strode up to the table and leaned over a stack of documents, flashing the sharpness of her teeth and the buxom generosity of her breasts. "This was your dream!" she cried, "And even better, your arena invites us to create a hope grander than previously imagined. Inspiration builds inspiration, Sawchuck! Art is the fuel of life!" she said, bashing her fist against the desk, "We have greatness among us, and we must thank you!"

Jessica took a slow breath and then stood, composing herself. Her long, white braid of headfur, as well as her ocean blue cape, had fallen over her. "Goddess inspired you, and you took Her spark and made a wildfire."

Sawchuck did not know whether to cry or cum. His heart beat in his chest and in his cock. His head did not see this room, but the countless hours spent on a thirteen-storey sports complex came back to him in warm, affirming waves.

"I ... " he started, then stopped as sweat dripped from his whisker, and pre dripped from his cock. "Oh, Goddess."

The portly beaver pushed out from his desk and went to the floor, knees and forehead hitting the blueprint-covered wood. "I accept, I accept," he said. "Perhaps I am a master architect."

"Then come celebrate your accomplishment at the festival," Jessica said.

"No," Sawchuck said, rising to his knees. His rapier-thick, hand-long cock stood at attention in the nest of his groin. "I have too much to do. I still have my duty," he said, "but I'll now do it happily."

He smiled.

"In peace and affirmation."

Jessica wanted to scream at this martyr's complex, and jumping into the fountain way down in the courtyard to cool off sounded inviting. However, she couldn't help remembering etiquette lessons from Ms. Harrington from long ago on the idea of emotional strength that helped her regain control.

Thank you Ms Harrington, you deserve all the apples, thought Jessica. Thus sufficiently calmed, she put one foot behind the other and, lacking any sort of dress to curtsy with, bowed with her cape falling over her. So much for eloquence, time for Plan B, Jessica internally sighed with drawn fortitude,

"As you wish, Sire. However, there is one detail to go over"

"Yes, what is that?"

"A little something from the Queen," as Jessica produced a scroll from an inside cape pocket, rolled it out with due ceremony, and read with borrowed eminence, 'By authority of the Crown of Jahaliya, Master Builder Sawchuck is to see to his inspections personally along with his agents.

'Out in the field, Sawchuck is to inspect any elements of the festivities, at his discretion, to his satisfaction, but cannot return to his office nor inspect submitted reports outside of an incident without a direct order of the Crown until the event is fully concluded.'"

Jessica could not help but smile at this next part. "'If he disobeys this order, Sawchuck is to be sent to the dungeon for 'proper rest' until the event's conclusion, or he reconsiders.'"

"By the way," Jessica noted as she handed over the document, "There is an addition that I want you to see for yourself."

Wincing, Sawchuck took the scroll and noticed a handwritten postscript in delicately firm calligraphy by the royal seal: "Sawchuck, please do not think I am bluffing, and thank you for caring.

'Xox, Queen of Jahaliya, Executor of All Honorable Goddess' Wishes, M. Miscon."

Sawchuck sighed in a combination of submission and relief. He said, "I guess I have my orders. By the way, the Queen said that I was to inspect 'any elements;' can you be specific?"

Jessica grinned, and from a tube strapped to her back by her harness, she whipped out a gorgeous, tanned papyrus map of the grounds as tall as her. "Of course! They're all attractions in the festival."

Sawchuck moaned, vexed by Jessica's exactitude.

Jessica, noticed such reticence and sighed, Time for the big guns, she thought as the vixen reached for the beaver's hands.

Sawchuck let her grip his wrists and watched her, not so much despondent as he was lost on his next move.

She helped him by pulling his paws to her breasts, pushing each warm palm against her stiff nipples and round, soft breasts. "You're thorough, Sawchuck," she purred, her clit and her sensitive, puffy lips buzzing beneath her. "What's your evaluation?."

"Fucking incredible!" he lustfully moaned at full mast, cupping and then kneading the fox's glorious bust. Jessica, enjoying his attentions with meticulous, practiced hands, moaned aloud as he stroked their undersides.

"Glad to hear it!" Jessica purred, "However, the games are starting soon and you are a mess." quipped Jessica as she pulled Sawchuck's hands down.

"Oh, well I have been busy," drooped Sawchuck as her criticism sunk in.

"Don't worry," whispered smokily Jessica as she leaned to his ear, "I have enough time in the showers to make you... presentable."

Sawchuck quivered at her provocative tone, "Well, I'm game if I can have your company..."

***

After a vigorous grooming that needed some redoing in the showers due to some over-excitement, Jessica led Sawchuck to his stadium and through a vomitorium which opened up in an explosion of light and sound upon the main arena. The field was so vast that the athletes at the opposite end were but ants, and the stadium seating itself undulated with tens of thousands of excited spectators.

Sawchuck's first thought was of how proud and relieved he was that the stadium did not collapse!

Sawchuck's second surprise was that every head in the stadium seemed to face his way, that the band, the dancers, and every person there was waiting for him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," boomed a deep feminine voice, one that Jessica identified to Sawchuck as Governess Cyndra's, "I'll present to you the facilitator of our revelries, Master Sawchuck, Architect!"

The crowd roared to the point it was a pressure on his ears.

Amazon dancers marched in his direction, and then around him in two curling lines dressed in multicolored harnesses and sandals, both of which displayed their tight, lithe, multispecies bodies in delectable, exciting form.

One final Amazon, a giraffe with a long neck, a great swinging bust, and curvy, spotted thighs took Jessica and Sawchuck by the paws and led them to an elevated dais where they could better see Governess Cyndra.

The colossal snow leopardess did not need any amplifying horn, nor magical microphone, to carry her voice to the masses.

Whether it was the buxom Amazon females, naked and framed by their harnesses, or the grandiosity of Jahaliya's closest ally's monarch, Sawchuck became hard again, despite his excited release in the shower.

The way his seed cascaded over the eager vixen's breasts and muzzle, Goddess bless!

"My fellow people of Jahaliya, of Myscindrya, of Cetaes, of Blackstar Manor," Cyndra cried out, "We are of many nations, but one under Goddess. I am proud that my own great nation of warrior females may come to display our prowess and revel in our sluttiness. On top--or on bottom--of that, we shall now come to compare ourselves against the finest Jahaliyans in the field of sport, be it against the Blessed, bodacious Harem of honorable Crown Prince Ryoga Miscon of Jahaliya, or against your males--hard against--your males with their big, magnificent cocks.

The crowd cheered, and Sawchuck dabbed his forehead, swooning with glee and arousal. He pawed for a handkerchief, but Jessica pulled him in and had him wipe his head against her breast.

Cyndra called Matron Lioness Sylvia to the stage.

The legend had as spread far and wide as Cyndra's legs had been the night Sylvia had freed a nation with a magically-grown cock: the sexual excitement between the two permeated through the entire stadium.

Inspired, a few lovers in the audience attempted to take each other, but their neighbors reprimanded them for this breach in ceremony.

"Harem Matron Sylvia, it is my honor--and my zeal, dearest--to present to you a token of Amazon esteem.

When Cyndra held the holy staff aloft, an amused, aroused, and awed purr of amazement rushed through the crowd.

It was a baton as used in marching bands, but as an enormous rubbery dildo that caused Sylvia to blush with familiarity.

"The headpiece, as it were, was made from your presentation in casting cocks. This one is of my lover Horace, and I impart its full meaning unto you."

The crowd was dead silent, so that even the people in the nosebleed seats (which were curiously full of bats) could hear Cyndra's gasp.

"My love, I cannot!" Cyndra protested, one paw over her colossal bust, and Sylvia merely held the staff out to her, cock-first, the heavy member hanging pendulously before Cyndra's muzzle.

The snow leopard let out a heated huff and her nipples became erect. Between her thighs, her labia puffed and grew wet. She simply could not resist the sight of this dignified female, with round hips under short fur, a tight pink slit of her own and the posture of a boarding school marm.

"You told me how uptight you once were, an etiquette teacher binding females with rules and scratchy clothing. How far a journey you have made!" Cyndra said.

Sylvia bowed her head. "Why yes. Once I carried a ruler to correct my pupils, now I brandish a mighty phallus to spur them on. Getting into the spirit, Sylvia waved the rubbery swagger stick with growing audacious delight. "Now, I love being strong and naked, displaying my body to make males hard and women moist while I do my part for this land. For that, I thank the Prince, the land, and the Goddess for this new calling. And I call you to it too, Governess!"

Sylvia brushed Cyndra's nose with the heavy rubber cock, and in acceptance, Cyndra took it in her mouth, opening her maw and leaning forward until her throat bulged with the fist-sized head.

"Yes, suck it hard, my mighty Amazon, and imagine how much joy having the real thing can give!"

The crowd roared with ejaculation mostly verbal, then the Lioness pulled the cock from her throat and Sylvia foisted the shaft aloft like a flexing sword, increasing their fervor until Sawchuck swore he could faint.

Jessica was in a mix of moisture, her eyes wet with glee and her thighs wet with pre.

After several moments, Cyndra held her paws out, staff in hand, and quieted them down. "I accept the calling of this slutty land, and of Goddess from whom lust springs eternal"

Applause sent Sylvia off with a curtsy. Down below, Eleanor emerged from the crowd along the track and mounted a central platform, the rabbit's silver and white fur shining in the bright Jahaliyan sun, the breeze stirring her little cotton tail.

She put her magic microphone to her mouth--the primitives regarded it as an amplifying rune--and sang a song of togetherness in a sweet, silky voice warm and thick as honey, while around her Amazons of many species danced with ribbons on long sticks.

The ballad told a tale how their nations, Jahaliya, Myscindrya, and Cetaes, had all come together under the ideals of Goddess and were stronger for it against foes who would seek to kill and exploit the innocent.

As the song entered the seven-minute mark, accelerating from a ballad to a full-blown anthem, tracts of field opened up to reveal strips of a massive pool underneath, and as the dancers cartwheeled and flexed their nude, bodacious forms dolphins erupted from the water, flying high over the presentation, spinning on invisible axis, and landed in the opposite pools.

Eleanor was nowhere near finished as the crowd mounted into another enraptured roar, confetti and Jahaliyan creme drinks spurting from the stands.

An enormous bronze cauldron towering twenty meters high, located a hundred meters behind Eleanor came to Sawchuck's attention, and the beaver wondered if that had been there the whole time, or if it had been perplexingly, swiftly wheeled out.

"Whoa, I didn't think it would look that impressive from here," muttered Sawchuk as the coos and cheers of the sights he created reverberated.

"Like I said," cheerfully whispered Jessica, gripping his paw, "we had faith in you!"

There was a long stairway that lead up to this cauldron. The pathway, raised a story above the field, was carpeted in red, and led off to a tunnel in the stadium wall some two hundred meters away.

On this long, thin walk came out the muscular mouse John, Majordomo, wearing a brilliant silk cape of crimson-ruby red that blew in the wind like an eternal gush of flames. Alongside him walked an Amazon pit viper who had the upper form of a land female, from her curvaceous green hips to her buxom white breasts and her smiling, fanged head, with the rest of her a slithering thick tail some five meters behind them.

She stroked John's thick, throbbing member as he marched toward the cauldron. Those not in the know thought it was some charming sexual display, that the Master of Ceremonies should be masturbated to completion to begin the ceremonies, and they were half right.

Those in the know and those with field glasses would also have seen that the pre that beaded on the head of his erect shaft was glowing red, and while it did not harm the viper's fingers as it dribbled over their knuckles and made the member slick, when drops fell to the red carpet, they scorched holes down to the wood underneath.

"I've not met that one before, have I?" asked Sawchuck to Jessica.

"Oh! That makes sense," Jessica whispered. "You deal with buildings and he deals with people. That's Majordomo John!" she said, "he was once a meek caretaker apprentice where his status depended on the same kind of constriction that we girls endured at Sylvia's old school. Now look at him!"

There was a spurt of fiery pre that left a long stripe in the catwalk carpet, and the pit viper removed her paw while John took some major breaths.

"That was close," Jessica whispered. "Now John is a lusty hunk who serves his Prince well, having earned the right to fuck all he wants--sometimes the Prince himself! The honorable knight--and now has the additional Blessing of 'fucking fire!'"

John had mounted the stairs and got into position. He stood with his booted feet apart, fists on his hips, and then the pit viper slid a thumb into his rump and increased her rapid strokes of his shaft until John jolted and bent his hips upward.

Out from his cock spurted a shower of hot orange lava, brighter than the sun and swirling through the wind as his seed landed in the massive cauldron and set the grand torch aflame, signaling the beginning of the Inaugural Jahaliya Play Games.

Jessica smiled and inclined her head as a tsunami of cheers washed over the stadium. Now they were off to the races, this celebration of unity and sexuality bursting with the same vigor as John's molten release.

***

The field was cleared of performers and it was not fifteen minutes before the first event was all set up. Jessica caught Sawchuck before he ran to get this new-world delicacy called "ice cream," insisting it'd be there when there was a break.

The events to start off the Games were a series of track and field competitions such as the 69-meter dash (because Ryoga had a sense of humor) and the sexathlon, all with maximum jiggle from the females and excellent cock-and-ball swing from the males.

Amazons won some of these while Jahaliyans won more, but the events in which the Amazons placed high were staggering defeats.

"Oh, I suppose running through the jungle brush would lead to a natural advantage on flat ground," Jessica commented.

In the face of that competition, the high jump, with the Brill Bend that Jessica recalled, was a special highlight. The Jahaliyans dominated as Sylvia anticipated and the Amazons were suitably impressed with the counterintuitive, but undeniably effective technique. Part of the field opened up to allow for Cetaen dolphins and porpoises also to compete. One cheeky dolphin crossed out of his lane and landed on the mat meant for the land-dwellers and was promptly disqualified, but not without some cheeky spanks from the female officials as he was carried back to the water.

"I suppose in keeping with this brazen illegality," Ryoga announced from his platform, trying his best to sound stern as he suppressed joyous laughter--and a few moans as a couple of Sluts worked below his waist on his front and back end--"We shall allow the unfairly endowed Lisa a jump as well. Audience, should she land in your section, please catch her before trying to kiss her."

The spectators that were not in the know took this as a wry joke and nothing more, then were summarily startled as Lisa the svelte raccoon sprinted to the line, jumped, cleared the bar by a measure of three times its height, then rebounded from the crash pad and sailed two hundred meters down the field.

She bounced again, sailed into the stands which promptly evacuated, then bounced again, landing tens of stories high on the opposite wall of the stadium with both her feet in a perfect gymnast pose.

The crowd went wild and Ryoga pressed the face of a cheetah into his groin as he came, calling out to the stadium with a shaky voice as a lizard's forked tongue serviced his rump, "Yes, Lisa, well done. But were I to give you a ten, everyone else would get twos. Blessings be to Goddess."

He was in a droll mood today; how decadent.

***

There was a short break called as the spotlights in the arena were changed out; Sawchuck got his ice cream and marvelled at the engineering required to make such a velvety and cold delicacy. The harnessing of freezing magic alone had gone through some impressive refinement

"Careful with your teeth," Jessica said to the beaver, "or they'll feel like they've been smacked by a hammer."

"Ouch, my head!" Sawchuck suddenly said. "What sorcery is this?!"

"We called it 'science' in the old world."

When they returned to the stadium the arena was completely bathed in a coat of pink light, and the band was playing saxophone-heavy music.

Jessica giggled, feeling her nipples grow erect again. "You shouldn't have eaten your ice cream so fast!" she said as he crunched the cone away in classic beaver fashion, whittling away the perimeter and then sucking the cold cream through the hole.

"I'm sorry," he said with a mouthful of the dessert, his plump, stumpy member peeking out from his sheath, "but my lust is a bit of imperative."

"That will be satisfied soon enough!" she said, and as the vixen took her seat she stifled a moan as the chair's cushion tickled her nethers.

The saxophones, an engineering feat in themselves, and the mood lighting lent their airs to the next segment of games.

"Presenting!" Ryoga said, simultaneously bending over as John leaned over him, kissing the back of his neck and flipping the Prince's cape up to reveal his rump, "The erotic games! Try not to get too distracted!"

Sawchuck sat up in his seat as contestants took to the field. The first erotic game was the cake race, and as it took off, with female racers wearing harnesses and athletic-soled boots, the beaver's shaft sat up in his lap.

Jessica looked it over, licking her lips, but let him enjoy the game.

In the cake race, females of many species, herbivorous and carnivorous, took off in their track lanes carrying tall multi-layered cakes. Behind them chased males in a power walk, erections bouncing out from their groins as the cake carriers struggled with their awkward confections.

A few carriers fell, a goat and an otter first-off, and toppled face and tits-first into their cakes, splattering frosting and moist pastry all over their upper bodies.

They giggled and bit into the cake as they each felt a pair of paws on their hips, then nuzzled into it and ate some more as warm, hard members heated their own loins and rubbed against their netherlips before pressing in.

"Aha!" Ryoga grunted as John penetrated him, prominently fucking the Wolf Prince before all the stadium, "Hard to say who the winners and who the losers are when we're all having such a gay old time!"

A few more runners fell along the way, with a rabbit hilariously "accidentally" tripping before the finish, dropping her cake to the ground, and flipping herself over to land back-first into it, sending frosting and cake splattering all over as she threw her legs up to embrace her male lover.

"No fair!" the cougar in the lead laughed, but crossed the finish line all the same, set her cake down gently, then was tackled by her male and plowed into it sideways for a nice sloppy sideways fuck.

Sawchuck was on edge--at the end of his seat and beading pre at the end of his cock. Jessica's mouth was only slightly more wet than her sex, but she held her peace, nipples protruding resplendently.

The next event was fuck-tag, where female runners--and a couple of effeminate, slender participants who had different anatomy between their legs--lined up in lacy, see-through shifts. They were given no footwear while the males behind them many builds, from athletic to muscular to plump to acrobatic, had proper running footwear.

As such, the runners in nighties had a bit of a challenge staying ahead, and every time their chasers would catch them they would lose a piece of their nightgown with a stunning rrrip! that would sound throughout the stadium as more of their supple forms were revealed.

Finally, one male and one female went down. One had the front ripped to shreds, exposing their chest and groin, and the other lost the entire back from the shoulders on down, exposing their rump.

They were promptly and lustily fucked, moaning as they chased their orgasms with their partners.

Sawchuck wiped his brow, cock standing hard in his lap. Jessica caught the ice-cream man, who was rubbing a cone over his nipples, and bought one for each of them.

They watched the race as they ate, their faces full of the cool cream but their loins sizzling. Jessica had the silly idea of using the ice cream for relief, but stopped herself before she made a worse, sticky mess in her lap.

After fuck-tag was concluded, not only with the winner greeting her partner at the finish line and ripping her negligee off in front of him, with Ryoga climaxing through the rungs of his balcony railing as John finished inside of him, seed running down Ryoga's thighs, they moved on to the pie joust.

Jessica's ears picked up many climaxes in the audience, then smelled the reviving aroma of Amazon-sourced Myscindrya tea as concession vendors distributed the drink among some particularly exhausted spectators.

"The entrepreneurial spirit lives!" she giggled.

In the pie joust, and the following pie-archery event, messiness was key.

In the pie joust, jockeys mostly female, some men, rode atop track-mounted saddles which catapulted themselves at their competitor. Pies splatted against breasts, bellies, and groins, best of three, with the winner being declared over which hard, sensual body was less covered in cream, pastry, and sticky fruit filling.

The "loser" was licked clean by the winner, and if the two did not click on a sexual level, they readily found a partner off the winner's circle.

Pie archery was a similar event, with the participants using slings, their arm, and/or a specially-designed bow to splat a bodacious recipient.

The winner, he with the messiest "target," got to claim his prize.

There was a couple of lesbian couples, one Amazon and one Jahaliyan, but they were too wrapped up in doing it "for Goddess and for Lesbos" than to actually focus on the task at hand.

Posturing and performance does not go paw-in-paw.

***

"It's a great ceremony, don't you think, Sawchuck?" Jessica said as she met him outside of the bathrooms, blushing in her ears as this became a sort of date.

"Suffice to say, I'm overwhelmed," he said, and when she offered her paw he pulled her down to kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks for digging me out of my rut."

"My pleasure" she chirped, then laughed at her silliness.

Sawchuck smiled.

They grabbed another new food invention, something called "pizza pie," and Sawchuck made a joke before they'd received it.

"Perhaps I could splat this on you, my pretty girlfriend?"

"Oh Goddess no!" she gasped, then composed herself as to avert offending him. "It'll burn the roof of your mouth; I don't wanna know what it'll do to my tits!"

Sawchuck had his first slice, burned every corner of his mouth, but then went back for seven more slices.

The concession price had been ~19.5 Jahaliyan per slice, which put Jessica into apoplexy--"Chuckie, you can buy the entire pie for fifteen J's out in the market!"--but he did not care.

He was waddling back to his seat by the time the lighting had been changed again, this time to a cerulean blue, and the vast field had been opened up for the water games, which in ceremony Ryoga had strapped on a pair of goggles, a shark fin, and golden webbed gloves to announce.

"Well, this is where the pride of Jahaliya ends, folks!" he said, surprisingly congenial and commonfolk of him, "as most of us, otters and beavers excepted, have no business in the water aside from simple baths! Bring it on!" he roared.

Walrus ambassador Shipsan Sealingwax introduced the event, talking poshly into Eleanor's amplifying rune while polishing his monocle with his flipper, then first came water polo.

Shipsan refereed the event on a special dais elevated above the pool's court, with one seal on either side as linesmen.

Jahaliya placed first, but a massive part of that was otter Corsi, the Sailfish of Jahaliya, being everywhere that the pawless Cetaen dolphins and her land-dwelling teammates could not.

The Amazons did not fare well, and in fact had to substitute a few out when certain players were exhausted in the competition.

Various swim races followed, and Corsi could not be in all of them, but Jahaliya placed adequately, and General Athena of Myscindrya put in an aggressive bronze position.

"Sea hurdles, oh, we're doomed!" exclaimed Ryoga, then was tackled by John and Cyndra when his voice projected much too far into the stadium.

The crowd laughed and cheered, and still Myscyndria and Jahaliya did ... okay.

Brutal were the taunts from the Cetaen fans and athletes themselves, razzing the semi-aquatic and non-aquatic species as slowpokes and driftwood.

"I want more pizza and ice cream," Sawchuck said to Jessica. The beaver had developed quite the belly, but in its full roundness was still rather attractive to Jessica, who was noting, near its belly-button, that it was propped up by a healthy, happy erection.

She reached over, sliding her paw under his belly, and grasped his shaft, smearing her thumb over the tip to glaze his cock with his precum. She began stroking, which caused Sawchuck to moan and lean back.

A Muskrat understudy of Sawchuck furtively crept to him with armfuls of paper, and within seconds of him rattling off banal analyses of the stadium and the situation, Sawchuck waved him off, humping into Jessica's paw.

"Leave them at my office!" he commanded.

As the beaver's attention turned away with that dismissal, the smiling Muskrat darted to whisper the news to his colleagues, "The Master has loosened up!"

Jessica chuckled at the suppressed cheering, then waved to the nearest vendor, who strangely was out-of-uniform. He still wore a striped apron which highlighted a pleasant package when it bunched between his legs, but the male fox also wore a top hat and a black cape and had much too piercing a glance for a simple vendor.

"Yes," Sawchuck said as the vendor leaned over, "I'll have one of your hot pizza pies and a bowl of your--"

"Sorry, but I have something else for you to chew on," hissed the vendor, eyes flicking left and right. "I need you for an urgent matter."

"That's hardly customer-friendly," said Sawchuck. "But if you're passionate about Goddess and your job--"

"Hush, Master Architect," whispered the fox, then handed both Jessica and the beaver a bag of popcorn before quietly placing his tray on an adjacent chair with a small sign, "Free samples."

"Oh, it's Sumber," Jessica urgently whispered into her paw as it shoveled popcorn into her mouth.

The fox regarded her with a bored, amused roll of his eyes. "Your decorum is immaculate. No time, no time!" he interrupted himself.

"Well what do we do?" Jessica asked, her paw moving under Sawchuck's belly, up and down his slick hard length.

"Clear your mind, clear your mind!" he whispered.

Jessica frowned, tightening her grasp nonetheless. "I mean under this pressure I'm not sure if we can--"

"Oh, Goddess," Sawchuck moaned, then Jessica felt the throbs of his cock turn into hot, wet streams of cum drizzling over her paw.

Jessica smiled, her ears, cheeks, and netherlips hot. "Great job, Chuckie."

The spymaster's apron was prominently tented, silhouetting around his tapered vulpine tip. "All clean, all clean!" he whispered, then flicked his long, black fox fingers at them both for them to follow.

With no choice and plenty of intrigue, Jessica sprung into action, her own foxglove streaked in drippy white, and Sawchuck sort of waddled, the beaver's face swimming in delicious, orgasmic, food-and-sex bliss.

***

As per Sumber's general directions, Sawchuck led them down more blind alleys than Jessica could count; several contradicted themselves and soon her head was spinning. She swore that she'd look up Jahaliya blueprints around this area once she got back.

"Goddess, how'd you conjure this one, Sumber?" she complained, but the fox merely snapped his cape in her face.

Sawchuck had a different opinion, considering he was quite at home with tight, switchback passages he designed himself

Once they entered into an alcove of watching glasses, disguises, and walls papered in notes, face-sketches, and yarn interconnecting it all, Sawchuck heard a rumble from above and perked an ear.

They were hidden within his own stadium.

"This is very good, yes; very good," Sumber said as he looked down at a small tablet.

The device was a tablet made of a light wood and had a glass screen. In the middle floated tea leaves in a salty seawater brine.

The leaves gravitated up, left, and vibrated. "We're quite close," the fox whispered.

"What are you two doing?" asked Jessica.

"I'm quite glad you let me this indulgence," Sumber said, "as the readings are strongest here."

"What readings?"

"Shh. In fact, Master Architect, this alcove is quite good for a special detection spell--excellent arcane acoustics--that I'd like to cast deep into this superstructure. Very deep."

Jessica leaned back against a table littered with character sketches, notes, and more arcane-alchemist gadgets as the pinewood dowsing tablet the fox wielded. She ran a paw over her breast, feeling its bounciness and weight, then leaned her naked body out into the space.

The two males took note, and while their sheaths were fat with interest, they were deep in conversation.

Jessica pointed her ears at their whispering, but it only lent to indistinct sounds. The vixen let out a sigh and strutted over to them, making sure to sway her hips and click her stiletto heels. "Excuse me, you wanted me to be a part of this?" the vixen said with annoyance.

"Oh, quite right." muttered Sumber as loosened his cape and continued, drawing out a diagram in its hollow when Jessica's body was close enough that their whiskers and noses noticed her heat and scent.

"You see, the resonance of the spell requires an increase of energy as we're penetrating several layers of brick," Sumber said, "and you know what the most powerful energy of Goddess' country is."

Even though he had been pawed to completion by Jessica before arriving here, Sawchuck was still bashful as he turned to Jessica, carrying Sumber's implication.

The male fox, in turn, had already begun spilling his cock from his sheath, letting the hot pink organ bounce in midair. Dropping his cape and hat, he was completely naked. His cock stood out from his groin at full-mast, the knot swollen and the tapered tip shining with pre from its wet slit. His white-furred sac clutched his orbs tight, and the spymaster took his turn, as had Jessica, in lounging against a piece of furniture.

"You two will need to fuck in order to produce the proper results," he said. "And unfortunately I cannot join you; no paw or hole afforded my way."

"And you're such a pretty fox," Jessica said, "hit me up later, okay? We haven't seen you in two years. Literally."

"That makes me a good spy, does it not?"

"You also need to be a good lover," Jessica said, then sunk to her knees to cup Sawchuck's heavy beaver balls and stroke his fat length until it emerged completely from its sheath.

"I appreciate the sentiment," said Sumber, "now no more about me. Shh. Fuck now."

Jessica took a deep breath and smiled at Sawchuck, already feeling her own sex respond as the beaver's large organ swelled from its sheath, fell out, then grew up to full mass.

She didn't touch it, but rather grabbed Sawchuck's hairy chest with both paws and squeezed, leaning her hips out backwards and her breasts downward. "How do you want it, baby?"

"Shoot," Sawchuck said, watching the horny vixen's large tail lash out over her pert, tight buttocks, "Anyway you want it, I want it!."

In one smooth motion, the vixen rolled onto her back and put her legs apart, presenting her sex. She ran a paw down her flat, white stomach, then along the inside of her thigh, around the pink lips, puffy with arousal, that crowned her groin.

Sawchuck shivered: aroused, hot, and naked did lay this exquisite and intellectual fox before here, not to mention the handsome male of her species watching on with a clean, handsome regard for them both.

"Sire, whenever you are ready," Sumber said.

"I must be in a dream ... or home!" Sawchuck cheered, then went to his knees to kiss the brushy, sweet white groin of the fox, then down lower to lick the wet, savory lips of her sex.

"Oh Goddess," he groaned, then pulled her hips to his face as he passionately kissed her labia, letting his own lips and his tongue speak his love as above, Jessica let out soft gasps of lust and pleasure.

"We owe her a lot!" Jessica said, seeing Sawchuck thoroughly make out with her groin, her nipples erect and breasts bouncing as the beaver pushed his muzzle against her again and again.

The beaver mounted her, crawling over her body with his heavy cock swinging between his legs, and kissed her on the lips, still tasting of her netherlips, as he navigated his own sex toward hers, the heavy erection swinging between his muscular hips.

"Complete the ritual, yes!" whispered Sumber.

"In the name of Goddess," said Sawchuck, then brought a paw back to hold his cock, gently put it against the clench of Jessica's sex.

"Oh Sawchuck, you're wonderful," whispered Jessica, then reached down to pull him into her body.

Upon penetration, the vixen sucked in a sharp breath, then tried to relax as the beaver's thick member pushed her inner walls apart.

"Oh Goddess," she whispered, watching and feeling the heavy beaver push into her, entering her sex, causing her to flinch as occasional bolts of pain rattled through her.

"Yes, exactly," Sumber said, who was breathing rapidly through his lips as he prepared his spell. His own erection dribbled precum over itself, down his balls, and into the puddle between his footpaws.

"Goddess bless me," Jessica said with a murr. With the aid of her arms, she rotated her legs out and up, then set her ankles on his shoulders. This improved the angle to her groin, buzzing with excitement.

Puffy with arousal, her lips parted as Sawchuck thrust more of his length into her. Every inch seemed bigger than the last, but the vixen worked to keep herself relaxed enough for his fat, hard cock to fit into her tight, wet cunny.

"H-has it been a while?" Sawchuck asked when he saw Jessica's thin black lips crinkle over her teeth.

"You're a good and husky change of pace, and I've had a few of the latter. Keep going, oh Goddess you're big..."

"I'm not that ... oh what's the point in arguing!" he said with a laugh, then cupped her breasts with his paws as he looked down at his handiwork. "I'm really fucking one of the Harem sluts. This is amazing!"

"You can't fuck a celebrity status," said Jessica, then pulled herself closer to the stocky beaver, gasping as his cock pushed her inner walls apart. "You're doing something much better."

Her fox tail was wagging beneath her, and the base was getting a little moist as juices from her slit poured down the inside of her crotch and over his balls.

Sumber was loving the view, the fox completely nude and grinning, erect and dripping. He didn't swing her way, but the thick, hefty beaver with his fat, glistening cock would fill his fantasies for weeks.

The fucking soon commenced, and Sawchuck bent over the thin Jessica with robust, eager force, thrusting into her and having her buck in response. Moans came from both of them, the high gasp-squeaks from Jessica and the more guttural groans from Sawchuck, and they proceeded in this rhythmic manner with soft squishes and gentle thumps sounding out between them.

When Sawchuck increased his pace, leaning into Jessica as he pounded at her pussy, Sumber leaned his head back even further and took long, luxurious gulps of air, savoring his own buzz as he balanced his concentration.

"Oh Goddess, oh Goddess," Jessica moaned, watching the beaver thrust into her loins over and over, feeling him fill her, shivering as, when he pulled back, the wetness of her groin ran cold.

The length of her velvety passage gripped every surface of his hot, slick cock, pulling and pushing against it as it slid through.

Jessica felt Sawchuck shudder and her nipples and clit became diamond-hard as she anticipated what would come next.

She watched his face, saw it contort and the eyes roll back as his spine stiffened,his belly flexed, his balls drew up against her taint, and then his cock repeatedly twitched as it sprayed hot seed inside her.

The beaver's spunk crashed against the top of her sex and spilled backwards, breaking around his cock and leaking out of her.

Jessica had to blush as she felt his seed pour out of her and down the inside of her thighs, over her tailhole and the base of her tail.

"That's it!" Sumber cheered, then a cross-stream of spunk flew perpendicular over Jessica, a couple ropes landing on her breasts as the male fox pumped out a few heavy squirts of his own.

There was a pause, a simple familiar feeling of orgiastic afterglow: everyone had a good time; now it was time to catch one's breath before enjoying a nice communal bath, cleaning each others' fur and having a giggle at how slutty they'd all got.

But that was not the case: there came a purple, glowing thump starting at Sumber's collar and rushing down though his body. It hit the floor and expanded outwards, coating everything in a shimmering wireframe of purple before seeping through the cave walls, almost turning them wet.

Sumber's eyes seemed to glow the same shade of purple, but that was only the reflection coming off of the fox's muzzle-triangles.

"What's happening?" Jessica said. She wanted to stand up, but she couldn't possibly leave that wonderful beaver shaft buried inside her, or cause herself to drip more seed than she already was.

Sumber snapped his fingers, then pointed across the room to a wooden wall beam that was drastically more purple than the rest of the room.

"All right, compatriots," murred Sumber, "it's time to move on to the next stage. Now, if we only had some tools. Stupid of me to forget that part."

"Tools?" Sawchuck said. When presented with this handi-problem, he was completely hypnotized. He slipped out of Jessica a little faster than he should have, causing a lewd pop noise as he pulled his cock out and a ribald gush of cum squirted out of the vixen.

"Sawchuck!"

"We'll have a round two soon, Honey. As for you, Foxy, I bet I can manage." the beaver said, smacking the back of his knuckles against the board and making a hollow sound. "This panelling is supposed to covering solid wall; something is hidden there."

"Intriguing," the fox said, "We have to get this open, hence the matter of tools."

"Allow me," gestured the beaver as he stepped forward to the panelling. With that, Sawchuck began to chew with practiced and mechanical efficiency befitting his species.

Jessica stood up, clearing her throat modestly as an immodest amount of seed poured from her. "Ah Sawchuck, I'd thought this is work you can sink your teeth into," she said ahead of time as the males looked back at her.

Sawchuck smiled with a mouthful of wood, "That's why I selected this variety of wood for the panelling: it's plentiful, provides good sound insulation and it's quite tasty!"

Jessica giggled at such enthusiasm, even while Sumber pondered the situation.

Sawchuck said around his mouthful. "Is there a problem? You've helped plenty with your channeling power."

The vixen dusted off the front of her thighs, even though it was the inside of them that needed attention. "I'm just viewing that panelling and wondering if something is hidden there, why is it all in one piece? Seems like a job you would have done yourself."

Sawchuck's jaw dropped, and with it many boards that clattered to the floor in front of him. "Oh shoot, you're right," he said, then put his paws against the confusing beam. "This is much too perfect."

He slammed his fists against the hole in the wall. "Sabotage!" he growled.

"That's what I feared," both Sumber and Jessica said. The two foxes looked at each other afterwards and bumped their fists.

Jessica added, leaning and examining the wood, "It looks like some long-planning."

"Of both types," said Sumber. "Forethought to place it here, and many sinister continuances, I'd imagine, once our stadium is crippled."

Sawchuck was much less pleased, and the beaver was storming about his alcove, ready to pound any obstacle in his way. Facing such anger, Sumber quietly stepped back with his documents.

"My crew placed these members, I chose the forepeople myself!" he said, pulling at his long buck teeth.

Sumber's expression pained at his own realization and the painful timing behind it, "To escape your notice like that would mean they were sleeper agents."

"Sleeper agents for whom?" asked Jessica.

"Poacher Queen, if I were to guess. That vicious Bitch continues to harass Jahaliya!"

"Good Goddess," Sumber said, recovering his top hat. The fox fidgeted with it viciously; he seemed on the point of chewing on it. "How could I have missed such enemies?"

"You did your duty," Jessica answered, "there's only so much evil one fox can handle. I've seen your reports! You've done your best."

"But that point-oh-one percent doesn't kill thousands!" Sumber fumed. "Sawchuck, continue with that wall. The pulse that your and Jessica's fucking gave off was as nasty as it was strange to me. The pulse, mind you. The fucking was excellent."

"First time I've heard about fucking around being productive, but thank you!" quipped Jessica with a satisfied smile.

Sawchuck resumed his work on the panelling, gnawing with renewed vigor, splinters flying with the foxes shielding their faces, later picking it out of their black-gloved paws. When he had loosened a few key boards, Sawchuck gripped their side and pulled the panel open, squinting in dread of what he'd reveal.

"The moment of truth, or worse!" muttered the beaver as he tore the wall open.

Unfortunately, the beaver's misgivings were well placed as a strange device was revealed in the wall, with an ominous pulsing that subtly grew faster and louder.

Sumber gasped and Jessica shrieked.

"My lady, what is that thing?" asked the Spymaster, fearing the answer.

Tauntingly, the mysterious device was wrapped in a buck-toothed skull and crossbones banner with "PQ" carved into the forehead.

Jessica whispered, "Whatever it is, it's concealed in a beaver skull. She's taunting you, Sawchuck!"

The fox then moved to where her muzzle was mere inches from the device, then ducked around it, squinting as its pulses threw light in her face.

"It looks like a time bomb!" answered Jessica, "I mean a ... saltpeter ... device set to a timer mechanism to explode at a time when the assailant is long gone!"

"Saltpeter," Sumber said, rubbing his fingerpads with his thumb, "Not unlike the explosive arrows the Myscindyrians have used, but a far worse payload. Deadly as the five hells of cancer; we're all dead if it's not deactivated."

"Well what do we do?" Sawchuck said. His voice was urgent, but suppressed.

Jessica slipped past Sawchuck and carefully wedged the bomb out of the wall. The timer let out no distressed chirps, but continued on its accelerating tempo.

The vixen looked it over with a jewler's intensity. "Not even Lydra or Ijs from Myscindyr can disarm this. This is too complex."

"How do you know arcana?" Sumber asked, inclining his chin haughtily.

"Books," said Jessica. "Goddess fuck me, this is no good," she grumbled. Trails of sweat exuded from her paws. The fox was musky and ripe with concentration. "Can't even throw it into the water, because of the Cetaes; if it explodes, the shockwave would kill them. Gotta go up or out, maybe shove it up my ass ... "

"We are all going to die, you realize this?" said Sumber.

"Not with Goddess as my witness," Jessica said, then walked to a nearby service tunnel to the outside. She remembered, past the throbbing urge to panic, that the climactic 69-meter dash was just getting set up.

Focus girl, or you'll be permanently scatterbrained!

"Jessica, I hope you have an idea," Sumber said, drawing a knife from a holster hidden within his leg's fur.

"Just a desperate one. Hold your nuggets," Jessica said, eyes flicking around the architecture below them. Through a side door, she emerged onto a observation balcony for the outside wall, then saw a set of vents in mercifully close proximity, the grass bowing inwardly.

Jessica switched sides, and saw a pronounced pipe angled away from their box and the stadium. "What is that?"

"Too much musk in the stadium would cause a mass orgy," Sawchuck said. "So we set a venting complex of pipes to suck some of the pheromones out to encourage a little decorum!"

"Sawchuck, you're a fucking genius. We have a chance, with a literal long shot."

"What?!"

The lithe vixen shrugged, her teeth, tits, and hips beautiful in the sheltered light of this secret alcove and of the flashing, stadium-destroying bomb throbbing in her paws. "If I can get it in there, the blast could be contained while its force would be vented away into the air!"

Both impressed and alarmed at such audacity, Sawchuck fell back, pulling at his whiskers. Sumber smirked at the female. "All well and good, but that vent is pointing away from us. That bomb is not a boomerang."

"Goddess, I hope not," the librarian answered grimly, then threw the bomb out the window with a scream and then tackled the males to get them all into cover.

The bomb soared out, struck a tree, and ricocheted into the exhaust vent. It exploded and shattered the pipe, blowing it out like a ripe fruit peel and spewing flames from both sides as the ground quaked with the shock.

Out in the stadium grounds, a burst of fire scorched the sky and field, shaking the structure as the 69-meter dash fired off. The crowd and athletes leapt to their feet, screaming in delight as the sprint suddenly turned into a live-fire hurdle event.

Timekeepers bobbled their pocket-watches as this hazard sprang from nothingness, but the best among them recovered and rolled with the event.

Ryoga coughed from his box, echoing far and wide. "Whoa! I was expecting delights, but that was too intense for jest!"

There was a brief squelch of magic microphones as some of the crowd, perhaps, may have heard the King roar in the background, "Find who is responsible; I do not tolerate unmitigated hazards!"

"Father, I had no idea!" might have been the follow-up.

Sumber, Sawchuck, and Jessica made their way around the stadium as the 69-meter concluded, the stench of burnt fur emanating, and the crowd cheered with this most ribald and risky demonstration.

For spirit, Ryoga kept his composure up, assuring this was all part of the show.

His tune changed as soon as the three entered the viewing box. He switched off his microphone and drowned it in a brazier-sized goblet of Jahaliya Creme. "Dear Goddess, my intellectuals! What in the five hells of cancer happened with that pyroclasm?"

Jessica blushed to see the Prince in such a fury. "Sire, I assure you that this was ... terrible."

"Terrorism," Sumber corrected.

"Shite, shite, shite," Ryoga said, stretching his face. When he heard the footsteps of his father, Ryoga turned towards Sumber. "Any casualties?"

"None; Goddess and Her servants be praised for Jessica and Sawchuck's contribution to my investigation."

When he arrived, King Gohrig hardened as a God of fury; his fists cracked against each other as he fumed. "This was an attack? There will be no mercy for this outrage. Who is the culprit?"

Sumber strode forward, but Sawchuck followed him.

"Before we can give our report, we should evacuate the stadium considering there is no telling what the overall structural damage is. For all I know, it could be sinking right now!" Sawchuck reported with barely controlled worry.

Malva appeared, as if from an error of vision, joining her husband's side. "Quite right Jessica, see to that; produce no panic," she said.

"Absolutely!" Jessica said as she dashed off.

"With haste, Librarian. Report," demanded Gohrig of the remaining two.

"We suspect the Poacher Queen's doing," said Sumber, producing Jessica's discovery, the bucktooth skull carved with "PQ."

Malva put her paw to her breast, inclining her chin as she took a long, slow, silent breath in.

Sumber, Ryoga, Sawchuck all shivered as the Queen froze like this.

Malva, Queen Malva, graced with Goddess' elegance and evenness, had glanced upon the razor's edge of composure. King Gohrig rested his heavy paw on her shoulder, squeezing it with soothing strength to pull her back to where she was most needed in her emotions.

Her exhale was audible, a quick sigh.

"Master Architect," she said, "run a mass scan--take all the sorceresses you need--and make sure there are no more of those devices."

A blue pulse shimmered over the field. The Myscindyr Amazon Ijs, a snow leopard, strode out onto the field casting snow wherever she went, making everything wholly unpleasant and conspicuous.

With the audience stilled by that gesture, Eleanor took center point and announced over her microphone, "Temporary emergency! Please exit the stadium in an orderly fashion to the evacuation barges! This is not a drill."

Ryoga sat on the balcony, lips peeled back with his fangs fully bared. "Goddess! The gall, the savagery. I'll have her ground to dust one of these days."

***

The games were evacuated; a situation that thankfully the Harem and security had prepared for to some degree. For her part, Corsi dashed to the surrounding water with a new appreciation of safety drills.

Before she dove in, King Shamon of the Cetans and his bodyguard skyhopped before her.

"Sailfish, what has happened? We heard a loud noise below and this stadium was rocking violently."

"Your Majesty, we have to explain later, but Spymaster Sumber and company managed to mitigate a pre-planned destructive attack on Jahaliya. Right now though, this whole structure must be evacuated and we need your help as we drilled.

"And you shall have it!" answered the Orca as he gave a high whistle to precede his orders. "Cetans! Evac protocol! To your posts!"

Without air wasted for acknowledgements, the marine mammals dispersed with large whales racing for the harness fixtures of the waiting evacuation barges as they were ejected from their alcoves. As the spectators boarded, dolphins and pilot whales patrolled the sides for possible falls into the water while specially trained pinnipeds secured the whales in place.

Corsi ran to the docks and sighed with relief at the relatively calm boarding of the visitors arranged by the Harem and on-site security.

"How's it going?" asked Corsi of Tina as the otter boarded.

"Better than expected. There's some worried adults and crying kids, but no panicking so far! All the same, we've got to get a move on!"

"I know, but King Shamon's troops are almost ready!

A sudden breach in front of the flotilla punctuated that statement as King Shamon emerged.

"Sailfish! Is the first wave on board?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

No more needed to be said, as the harnessed sperms, humpbacks, and blues lurched into motion as their passengers fought to keep their footing. Although the haul was tough with the weight on square hulled barges, the pullers prudently kept their opinions private as they hauled their loads and returned for more with admirable efficiency.

As the operation neared completion, Ryoga, the Harem and site security saw the King and Queen off as Sawchuck and his assigned mages arrived.

"My Prince," panted Sawchuck from exertion and worry, "the structure reads clear!" At that, an ominous groaning of stressed metal upon on stone punctuated the report.

"And that's our cue to take our leave, My Liege." remarked Sylvia with a slight shudder.

"Agreed!" barked Ryoga as he waved his company to board. As they pulled away, Ryoga slumped as the immediate cares passed. "That Bitch Queen has ruined my games and my hopes with them."

"Nonsense!" barked Sylvia. "The games were nearly over, is that correct?"

"Nearly over!" growled the wolf with folded ears, shaking his fist.

"And no one was hurt?"

"Indeed," answered Ryoga as his ears pricked up, his countenance cooling. "And that is most important. But to live under her shadow, this I will not excuse. I shall settle accounts with her in due time."

"My Lord, we cannot forget that Jahaliyan, Myscindryan, and Cetan worked together to evacuate smoothly."

"That is right," a much brightened Ryoga replied. "And we will work in sequence to dismantle her. One of these days."

"The Poacher Queen has won a pittance of a victory! The best of friendships can be strengthened by adversity. We have passed Her test."

He narrowed his eyes. "To think that the Poacher Queen is a tool of Goddess, whether she intended it or not, it's strange. However!"

Ryoga's mood brightened, he embraced the lioness with a grateful passion. "Lady Sylvia, your wisdom is like a fine cream in the most exquisite chalice."

"Thank you," responded Sylvia as she felt his burgeoning hardness. "But I think you could use a different release."

That was all the lupine prince needed as he turned the Lioness around and mounted her with renewed lustful fire. Penetrated, Sylvia moaned with pleasure.

Tina smiled as her hands wandered for similar company, "This the beginning of the end for the Poacher Queen."

***

Ryoga's boots clapped against the stone as he paced the throne room. His silver and alabaster fur was freshly groomed. He wore a smoothed outfit and brooded slightly as his lightened mood balanced against the reality of recent events.

Sawchuck, Jessica, and Sumber entered upon this sober state; Ryoga bowed to them as soon as they entered.

"You are all heroes," he said. "Goddess knows we need some now."

Sawchuck threw himself down and into groveling. "My Lord, this was a complete oversight by--"

"Master Sawchuck, please rise. Sumber has vetted you," Ryoga interrupted, "and I'm sorry if I should have doubted you. Additionally, your scaffold accident?"

Sawchuck whimpered.

"I reviewed the evidence, and found it 5% error, 95% over-enthusiasm. Goddess, naturally, corrected it, since She brings our zeal."

Sawchuck brightened. "Oh, thank you, sir!"

Ryoga waved his paw. "Benevolence does not come from me. Now, continuing..."

The Adonis wolf clapped his paws and torches came on in the back, revealing King Gohrig and Queen Malva.

The Royals' three subjects bowed in surprise at the showmanship, but then again Ryoga was always one for the keen, bright, and dramatic.

"What's called to you, Sawchuck," said King Gohrig, his voice echoing in the hall, "is a demonstration of faith. A new building project. Jessica will suggest it."

"Sire!" Jessica barked, then covered her muzzle as her yipe ricocheted off of every stone surface. "At your command! Ah ... "

"Take your time," said Queen Malva.

Jessica pored through the books in her head like a mad scientist. Her mind turned to the explosion, fires, and tragedies of history. "A fire-resistant library!" she trumpeted.

"Perfect!" Ryoga roared, his echoes cascading over his more skeptical parents.

"How?" asked Malva.

Jessica leapt forward, boots clapping and cape furling around her body. "I don't know, but could you ask for a better challenge for our master builder?"

Sawchuck whistled through his teeth. "I'm not a magician, but I'll give it my best. In fact, there are a few things that come to mind..."

"See?" quipped the vixen in quiet triumph.

"A gay old time," Sumber said, patting them both on the head. "King Gohrig, you asked about the bomb?"

"Subterfuge, treason, an infamous day."

"I know, and I am ashamed that it nearly slipped by me. You can have my resignation if you desire."

"No!" interjected Jessica, only to mentally scramble for a follow-up as all heads turned to her. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I meant to say we still need our Spymaster; he did thwart the Poacher Queen's attack."

King Gohrig indulgently smiled. "Certainly, my Lady. Do you have a suggestion how we can handle such threats with more time to spare?"

Put on the spot, Jessica smiled as a notion of hers blossomed into an idea. "Well Spymaster Sumber, since your workload is getting heavier with our prosperity attracting more enemies, perhaps it is time to delegate your counterintelligence duties for someone you trust to handle that full-time?"

Sumber smiled and thanked the Goddess for such a blessing. "Indeed, I do have a selection of such people and it would be better to focus on my primary duties. Do you approve, My Liege?"

The King reclined on his throne slightly, "I do indeed. I feel more secure already!"

Queen Malva smiled and turned to Sawchuck, "This is all well and good, but Husband, we still have a damaged stadium to deal with. Master Sawchuck, do you think you can repair it?"

"Eh?" replied Sawchuck as he was roused out of his profession musings and scrambled for an answer "I should be able to, but I will need to inspect it thoroughly both above and below the waterline."

Prince Ryoga interrupted him with a look of concern, "Before you do, I want make sure you are going to do that safely; we cannot risk losing you and your genius."

Sawchuck stiffened slightly at the implication, both in his spine and groin. "You don't have to worry about me."

"Take it as a compliment, but I insist you have an escort, especially underwater.

"Ahem!" coughed Corsi as her paw shot up eagerly, but Ryoga turned with a ready answer.

"Thank you Corsi, but you will be not enough. This is a task for professionals as well, ones trained for construction in the face of potential danger."

"Why Son," replied Gohrig with a querying amusement, " I do perceive you wish to use your army project."

"Sire?" asked Sawchuck as his professional pride probed a potential prick.

Ryoga turned to him, eagerly heedless of the beaver's reaction. "I will explain fully later, but your building brilliance, along with a story from my harem from their old world, inspired me to create a special unit of warrior builders and this is a chance to put them to the test."

"Oh, I'm flattered and I guess that's what I need in view of past events..."

Jessica couldn't keep still at this threatening emotional relapse, "Sawchuck, please don't keep blaming yourself."

"Yes my Lady I know about..." as the beaver's insides tightened with a sudden excitement. "Actually, your Majesty, I think I could use some penance after all, after the stadium inspection, of course."

Queen Malva leaned forward with concern, "What do you mean? The Goddess has certainly forgiven you."

Sawchuck bowed with a quiet smile as he took a gamble, "I know, but I would feel better if I could square things with Her officially with Prince Ryoga and his Harem's help." However, his attempt at subtlety was undermined by an obvious signal below.

Prince Ryoga and Sylvia looked each other and shared an understanding smile. "Sir, Master Architect!" Ryoga barked, folding his arms behind him, "I do believe we can accomodate you."

Queen Malva could not help but chuckle, "Now, I know the Goddess will rejoice at the triumph of our spirit!"

At such enthusiasm, King Gohrig stood with his cock waving eagerly. He proclaimed, "Then it is decided, the Bitch has struck us, but we are stronger than she knows! Let the Goddess revel in our passion and vitality!"

"Aye! Your Majesty!" interjected the voice of Cyndra as she and Athena stepped in from the door.

"You were listening outside?" queried Malva.

Sensing a threatening faux pas to counter, Athena stepped in, "Nay, we just arrived and did not want to interrupt your affairs."

King Gohrig sneered, gaily, at the blatant ass-covering. "Very considerate of you, Governor, but remember these affairs do involve you as well, so your open presence will be welcome."

"Quite right, my Liege," answered Cyndra as she folded her arms to display her breasts for the obviously excited King. "But despite our enemies' machinations,we have something to celebrate as we march forward."

"Ah yes. How is that?"

Her poise obviously rehearsed, Cyndra stepped forward. "These games were not just a chance for play, but was a final trial of sorts."

Prince Ryoga struck his forehead with his palm. "Another one31? When are you finally going to trust us?"

"We do, especially how well you satisfied our peoples' needs."

"And then?" Ryoga demanded.

Sylvia could not stay silent at that, "What needs?"

"Simple," said Cyndra, taking a broader stance, better revealing her sex, "it is nearly time for our next generation to come, and since we have a vaster selection of a necessary component, we needed to be most discerning."

Her eyes gleamed and her pussy dripped. "Your Kingdom is the only reason that ours should continue. The best of the best."

The reaction of every male there clearly showed how she was understood with pulsing clarity.

"So, my Liege, we need males of strength, honor, and virility, and Goddess Bless, we we have them here in abundance," Cyndra said, tossing a ring of Lydra's design to the King who caught it and donned it with quick, reciprocal dignity.

With that ceremony, Cyndra strode to an empty couch and reclined back with her legs invitingly spread. "Now, you Majesty, would you not only take your tensions out against the Poacher Queen, but also begin our excellent lineage of Jahaliya-Myscindyr warriors, sluts, and Kings?"

King Gohrig could not resist such a call. Words failed him while his actions succeeded. The wolf charged the snow leopard sorceress, leapt upon her with youthful fire, and thrust into this passionate feline's pussy with lusty abandon.

As the pair pistoned in sensual glory, Malva relaxed with her own satisfaction as she took charge. She called Sylvia's attention, "Lady Sylvia, please make sure Lydra's gender selection rings are properly distributed, those in vitro talismans. I do believe this formality should help the morale of the populous."

General Athena bowed to the Queen in response, "We are glad to help. In fact, we'd request a few contributions of the Crown if you would allow. For instance, Prince Ryoga, would you be open to giving a brief address before we have our allocation, just to reinforce our patriotic intentions? By the way, if you will forgive the liberty, would it be possible to have Max for myself for this task?"

Prince Ryoga laughed at his newest General's venture, waving his paw. "Technicalities, dear, won't you see the big picture?"

Sawchuck stood by his lonesome in face of this stimulating display, to which Queen Malva inclined her chin.

"Mother!" Ryoga cheered, "Would there not be a more symbolic manifestation of our Erectionist's redemption?"

His mother strode across the sanctuary, a smirk crinkling the beautiful wolf's black lips. "You solve problems with a hammer, my Son," she said, and then bent Sawchuck over in a passionate kiss.

Pleased at this turn of spirit, Jessica marched to Athena and brought her to Ryoga with a salacious wink. "Agreed, you lack subtlety, my Liege," Jessica said, her tail wagging and her hips gyrating, "but your heart is in the right place. Let's just decide where the rest of you should be right now, for the Goddess's sake!"

"Glory to Her!" proclaimed Ryoga as he jumped over Jessica to honor Her Blessing and the faith She had in them.