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The Ermine Prince

Life _was_mostly good.

Right now though, it was very dark. Cloth was wrapped around my eyes which was the least of my concerns, because my wrists were bound behind my back with metal manacles tied around a pole. Chaotic voices cried out, led by one particularly fast-talking individual.

"SOLD! The iron statuette goes to the lovely feline from the South for six hundred!"

A lady cheered and clapped. I didn't know what was going on but I had a bad feeling about it, especially when I was tied up. The ring-leader only took a moment to breathe before continuing on.

"Next, a fantastic childhood heirloom: a ruby-encrusted jewelry box! Bidding starts at-"

"HELP!" I screamed, rattling my cuffs against the pole. The floor beneath me started moving slightly, as if it were on wheels. "LET ME GO! HELP!"

The auctioneer loudly cleared his throat and said, with a soft tone, "Pardon me for a moment, gentlefolk!"

I heard a few gentle footsteps grow close, followed by a door in the room opening. The steps grew louder and heavier until I realized their owner was right in front of me, just in time to get slapped across the face.

"You keep it down or I'll have you caned!" the voice snarled. It was high-pitched yet guttural and a thick, earthy musk followed the owner; a fox, most likely.

"Where am I!? Where's Ylita!?"

"Enough! It's not too late to ship you off to the mines or brothels! You should be more grateful!"

"What are you talking about?" my skin went cold. "I belong to the Princess!"

The crowd outside began roaring, literally in some cases. A chant began echoing, shaking the walls:

"BRING HIM OUT! BRING HIM OUT! BRING HIM OUT!"

"You see what you've done!?" the auctioneer broke off into a rage of gekkers, curses and spit blasting me relentlessly as he stormed around the room. "Had a lot of garbage to sell first, but no, you just had to fuck everything up!"

The blindfold was ripped away and I winced as the light assaulted my eyes. When my vision recovered, I found a short fox glaring at me with hateful, yellow eyes. His fur was a pale gold, almost white, and he was dressed in a bright red doublet with thin gold chains wrapped around his chest. He grabbed a round, glass spray-bottle from a cupboard at the back and spritzed it around my armpits, face, and crotch. I coughed as the smell invaded my nostrils, it smelled like I'd imagine a male fox's crotch would.

"They won't be able to resist with this!" the fox grumbled, placing the bottle back in the cupboard and slamming the doors shut. "For your sake, they'd better bite!"

"Please, get Ylita, she'll-"

"She's not coming, loverboy," the fox grabbed the pole and began pushing. The floor rumbled and I peered down to see I was on a wheeled platform. I began shaking the pole, trying to free myself. The fox merely sighed and continued pushing. "You don't want to struggle or raise a fuss unless you want to attract the attention of the ones who like breaking trouble cases."

"I-"

With a stretch of his leg, the auctioneer kicked the door open and I was wheeled out of the room. We were now on a small stage in front of an audience of about thirty. I froze at the sight of all of the anthros of fur and scale, paw and hoof; all wearing rich clothes with dazzling colors. There were some species that I had never imagined existed, including what looked like an honest to God green dragon who dominated the back row of chairs.

"Gentlefolk, I present to you the featured product at Princess Ylita's wedding auction: her former slave and confidant! He's completely obedient, already trained! He'll listen to your worries, give you a massage after a day of riding or hunting; and just between you and me..." the fox gave the audience a wink, "...he knows a thing or two about how to pleasure a woman! Come on up, I insist! Have a sniff or a feel, this is a once in a lifetime chance to buy the finest slave on the continent!"

She's selling me?_I thought as my heart began to squeeze. _After all we've been through?

I lowered my gaze as the nobles began filing up to examine me, partly to hide the tears rolling down my cheek. The first noble, a black wolf in a purple tunic, noticed and reeled back.

"Is he sick?" he whispered to the auctioneer.

"No, no!" the fox's lips curled up, almost reaching his neck. He put the wolf's paw in his own and began pointing the tip of a cane at my face. "He's doing something all humans do: crying! It's what they do when they're happy! He's overjoyed to see so many potential fine masters in the room!"

"Lovely!" the wolf exclaimed. He pressed his sickly dry nose against my cheek, taking a deep sniff before exhaling and walking back to his seat.

A female noble wearing thick, flowing robes that trailed along the floor and made the tiny, brown wolverine look much larger than she actually was. Her muzzle looked up and down over my naked body before she snorted and turned to the auctioneer.

"Doesn't look very energetic," she said, "might it be possible to try him out first? I'm willing to pay extra..."

"My lady, you know the rules! I can't allow that!" the fox tapped the floor with a cane, scanning the nobles walking past to have a look at me before whispering lowly. "But if you're looking for a study paramour for the evening, well, my litter sister runs the Tail Club in town. She has an exotic jackal from the south who smells of distant, rolling sands and is reputed to be able to last hours."

"I'll keep that in mind, lord!" the wolverine gave the fox a wry smile and sauntered off.

I was too busy looking at those two that I was surprised when a calloused paw wrapped around my cock and squeezed painfully tight. I yelped and found a spotted hyena lady with countless golden rings lining her ears.

"They are always outside! The rumors are true! How hideous!" the hyena chucked maniacally and walked away, tail flicking my cock sharply. I resisted the urge to ask her if the rumors I heard about female hyena's genitals were true, but I didn't want to anger the auctioneer.

The most exotic of all the nobles approached as the crowd began to return to their seats. A majestic dragon with shimmering emerald scales and wearing a light, pure-white, silk robe. Two long whiskers ran down from the sides of his narrow snout, which he groomed daintily with his claws.

"Fascinating creature," his tongue flicked out, tickling the side of my cheek, "the Emperor would appreciate such an exotic gift."

Something about the dragon's voice and mannerisms concerned me, it was alien and dismissive, as if he was talking about an object rather than a person. Mind you, most of the noble anthros did condescend to their human servants, but the mammals seemed to at least realize that we bled just like them. I wasn't so sure the dragon felt the same.

"Hello Danny."

The dragon was so large that I didn't even realize there was someone familiar hiding behind him. Mial, still wearing her winter white coat, stood before me, flapping her fan across her face despite the chill in the room.

"Mial! There's been a mistake!"

"There's been no mistake, Danny," the ermine twitched her pink nose at me, "Ylita married my brother last night and agreed to sell you."

"That's impossible! She wouldn't do that!"

"For the sake of the alliance, she would."

"No, she wouldn't! I know her!" I began to panic and the auctioneer glared at me, his yellow eyes just about turning red with rage. "Mial, you have to get me out of here."

"That's exactly what I'm here to do."

I sighed with relief, "Thank you! Oh thank God you came by! Alright, help me d-"

"Assuming no one outbids me."

My relief shattered, making way for disbelief and fear.

"Don't worry, Danny, I'm going to take care of you," her short muzzle drew close, pink nose gently brushing up against the tip of my nose. Her strong musk wafted around me and it was just as intoxicating as when I first met her, "everything I promised you, I'm going to give you."

"Bu-AH!" Mial squeezed my balls tightly, forcing me into silence. It didn't hurt, but the pin-pricks of claws was enough to send the message across.

"Even though you picked her," Mial did not betray any malice in her voice, it was like she was just stating a fact. Her tail wrapped around the calves of my legs before she turned away and left the stage with a wink.

"Now then!" the auctioneer wasted no time stepping back to the podium, tapping his cane onto the stage with an echoing thud. "Bidding begins at six thousand! Do we have six thousand?"

"Six thousand!" the hyena barked. I was surprised since she seemed so repelled by my genitals. Perhaps she wanted to add something to a menagerie of freaks.

"Seven thousand!" the wolf shouted before the auctioneer could get in a word edgewise.

"Eight thousand!" the hyena retorted.

"Nine thousand!"

"We have nine thousand from the wonderful Beta from Lupus! Do we have ten thousand?"

"Ten thousand!" Mial lifted her fan.

"Ten thousand from the Princess Mial, honored in-law to our own Princess Ylita! Do we have any more bids? Going once-"

"Fifteen thousand!" a cold voice suddenly announced.

The room gasped and turned to face the dragon, whose massive claw was raised to announce his bid. Mial began chewing on one of her nails nervously, which made me even more anxious.

"F-fifteen thousand from the Emissary from the Dracon Empire! Do-"

"Twenty thousand!" Mial shouted, her fan bending sharply as her grip intensified.

Once again, the room was taken aback by the outrageous bid. The auctioneer's maw nearly hit the floor but quickly closed and curled up in a wicked smile, no doubt after doing some math in his head about how much profit he was going to make.

"Tw-"

"Thirty thousand!"

At this point, the room had grown used to the bidding war. Only Mial showed any emotion, but she had enough for the entire room, finally snapping her paper fan in half. She began counting on her fingers very quickly.

"Going once...going tw-"

"Thirty one thousand!" Mial shouted suddenly. "And I offer to join myself to the Emperor's family through marriage!"

The dragon's golden eyes flickered with curiosity. It seems there's things that can surprise even him.

"Such an offer would have to be considered most intently," the dragon said, resting his temple in his claws, "and as a mammal, you would have to be a consort and not a wife, having no chance of laying eggs."

"I care not and I repeat my bid: thirty one thousand and I shall became the Emperor's consort, if he shall have me and guarantee my rights to the human slave!"

The fox auctioneer's fur was bristled and his tail was nervously tucked between his legs. He leaned over to me and whispered, "What the hell do they see in you?"

I didn't care to reply, watching the drama between Mial and the dragon most intently. My fate was in their claws.

"I appreciate the offer, Princess Mial, and will forward the gesture to the Emperor," the dragon said.

I sighed in relief. Mial wouldn't be too bad, even if we'd be taken to a far-away court. She would protect me.

"...But I don't intend to forward your offer of marriage to him for consideration. Forty thousand!"

My heart sank and I looked to Mial desperately. Her face was buried in her paws and she refused to look at me. It was over.

"Going once!"

"Going twice!"

The auctioneer lifted his cane...

"STOP!"

My eyes flew open at the familiar bellowing and I saw her standing at the end of the room. Ylita's arms were crossed and she was storming towards the stage, fangs bared and a growl rumbling in her chest that was deep and angry enough to have been a wolf's.

"You are selling MY property without MY permission!" Ylita stomped onto the stage, grabbing the cane from the auctioneer and waving it at him accusingly. "Do you know what happens to people who steal from the crown!?"

"Y-your grace!" the auctioneer licked at his lips and held his paws up. "Y-your Father said-"

"I knew it!" Ylita flicked her fire-red tail. "But my Father doesn't own Danny, I do and I have the records to prove it!"

"The King said you were trying to do some, ah, Spring cleaning, with the, ah, marriage and your husband wouldn't-"

"Scribe!" Ylita barked at the entrance.

Another familiar face stepped into the room and I couldn't help but lower my head in shame, seeing her here along with Ylita. Rosemary still had her head tied up in a bun and she was wearing her brown scribe's robe. A stack of papers were cradled in her arms as she walked in front of me and slammed the papers on the podium, pointing out relevant sections to the fox.

"Hello Danny," she said while the auctioneer began looking over the papers.

"Rosie, I'm sorry you got dragged here."

"I told the Princess about this auction," Rosemary sighed, "I saw your name on the auction bill and let her know."

"Thank you, I mean it. You didn't have to-"

"Don't thank me, even you don't deserve to be sold," she paused. "Besides, the Princess owes me one now."

"What? What exactly?"

"None of your business."

I looked at Ylita, whose golden eyes were staring at me longingly the whole time, not trying to hide her feelings for me, "You owe her?"

Rosemary glared at me and leaned over to Ylita, "If I'm not mistaken, you're allowed to punish him for speaking out of turn, your grace."

"In due time, scribe."

Despair was plastered on the auctioneer's face as he placed the last paper back onto the podium, "The slave is the property of Princess Ylita," he forced a smile across his lips and turned to the crowd. "Dear folks! I'm afraid there has been a mistake and the slave is not for purchase! But we have many other things to bid on!"

The auctioneer grabbed the first sheet he could find inside the podium and read it off to the crowd, "Such as...a stuffed feral fox. A childhood toy-"

"I'm taking that too," Ylita snarled.

The auctioneer was looking dangerously close to becoming the first fox ever to cry. I almost felt bad for the vermin.

"We shall have it delivered to your apartment," the fox muttered crestfallen.

Ylita grabbed a key from the auctioneer and began undoing my manacles. I felt her nose, which was only slightly damp, press up against the spine of my back. Her breaths were short and anxious, she had been panicking all day, I could tell.

Finally, the cuffs came free and I rubbed at my raw wrists. It never felt so good to be free, well, relatively speaking. I still had the collar around my neck!

I only had a few seconds to enjoy unrestrained wrists as Ylita's paw wrapped around my right wrist and she yanked me away from the stage, across the hall, and out into the streets where the white horse she won from Mial was waiting. She helped me into the saddle behind her and I wrapped my arms around her chest while she kicked the horse into motion. Her scent and soft fur lulled me to sleep, having found that in the short time we were apart that I missed her desperately.

When I woke, we were in the courtyard of the castle and she nearly tossed me from the horse in her haste to get down. She dragged me into the castle, up the stairs and past the two brown dog guarding the entrance to the royal apartments. I nearly slipped on the floors of the royal apartment hallway and just about was pulled across the ground by the angry vixen. Finally, she threw open the doors to her Father's chambers and we found the King knot-deep in the Queen atop the royal bed.

"YLITA!? WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" King Yliter screamed, trying and failing to break away from Queen Aela, who scowled in furious silence at the intruders.

"How dare you, Father! HOW DARE YOU!?"

The fox King's eyes flickered over to me and, realizing the situation he was in, lowered his ears instinctively.

"Oh dear."

"Selling my dear, sweet Danny to a vicious slaver! I shall NEVER forgive you for this!"

"Dear, please!" Yliter turned around with some pained effort, knot still stuck in his wife's folds. He ungraciously rested his butt on the Queen's chest while trying to find a comfortable position. "I had a reputable auctioneer sell him and only to decent nobles with a good background!"

"He was about to be sold to a cold-blooded lizard!"

"The Dracon Empire is the richest Empire in the world! He'd be set for life!"

"The auctioneer also threatened to send me to the mines or brothels!" I butted in. I was familiar enough to the royal family that they didn't really object when I spoke out of turn for the most part.

"It was an idle threat! You tell slaves that to get them to behave! Threatening the mines or brothels is like telling your kit that a monster will come and get them if they don't behave!" Yliter lowered his voice. "Which didn't work on her..."

"It doesn't matter! He was not yours to give!"

"Prince Mulo told me that he had heard the rumors about his new wife's slave and said that he wouldn't stand for it! The only thing messier than a failed marriage alliance is a blasted divorce!"

"Well I'm not getting rid of him, Father!"

"Then you'll tear the Kingdom apart!"

"Look!" I shouted, desperately trying to create some kind of order. "I'm sure there's some way we can convince the Prince the value of her keeping me!"

"If only it were that simple," Yliter muttered.

"You're King Yliter the Fox! When did you ever let small matters like this hold you back! When our Duke fortified himself in the castle, an impregnable fortress, did you just let him get away? No! You..." I trailed off, trying to remember the stories about the invasion, "...how did you win the battle anyway?"

"There was an unguarded sewer drain that lead straight to the Duke's latrines. We broke into the royal apartments and forced him to surrender while I plowed his wife, covered in filth," Yliter chuckled while the Queen frowned deeply, "those were the days..."

"That's...really disgusting!" I exclaimed, trying to find something inspiring from the event. "But the plan was clever and you came up with it!"

"Well, actually, it was really obvious. Your old Duke, he wasn't nearly the brave leader your people make him out to be, nor the wicked mastermind we say he was. He was an idiot who didn't know the first thing about defending a castle and as for bravery, I'm pretty sure he was signing the surrender documents with one hand and rubbing himself off with the other while I fucked the Duchess."

I bit my lip. No wonder the stories were so different, so much more epic. The truth was not only disappointing but it made me a little sick to hear about it.

"But you still won!"

Yliter nodded.

"There we go! You've triumphed so many times already, you can triumph again!" I turned to Ylita. "And Master, you have more willpower than anyone I know!"

A smile grew on Ylita's face.

"And Queen Aela..."

"I'm leaving," she grumbled, slipping out from under the King's butt, his knot having deflated by now.

"Wait, don't...!" Yliter called out to his wife, but she had a night-gown wrapped around her body and shortly after leaving the room, had her arm wrapped around a wolven guard who was leading her back to her personal chambers.

"Danny is right, Father," Ylita said, a rare moment of agreement with the King, "we need to convince the Prince of Danny's value."

"Alright, lets work with this..." Yliter sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the sheets and covering up his naked form, "what do you know about your husband?"

"He's a member of a warrior lodge, much like you were at his age."

"Really!" Yliter exclaimed, eyes wide.

"He also has a reputation of being very amorous and very prolific," Ylita said bluntly, "reportedly, he doesn't like to go a day without sex."

Yliter clapped his paws together, "Of course!"

"You have a plan, Father?"

"I do! Ylita, he wants sex daily but he, of course, also wants a litter from you! When you're fully pregnant, he won't be able to mate with you, thus he'd have to look elsewhere for pleasure. Danny, that's where you come in!"

"Uh..."

"Danny can pleasure him during this time and being a man, he won't get pregnant. Mulo can pound his ass as much as he likes! It's perfect!"

"But Father, what if he's not into the male persuasion?"

"He's a member of a warrior lodge, you know what we did in those back in my day? When we weren't out on an adventure, we spent all day wrestling or in the sauna, and when we were away there usually weren't any vixens to keep us company! Every damned warrior in the world has sucked a lodge-brother's cock at one point and they learn to like it! Name a famous hero and I'll tell you who he was cock brothers with! Best of all, with a wife he won't have as much time to spend with his brothers in the lodge, so he'll have to look elsewhere for the cock he craves!"

"Excellent! He won't be able to resist Danny, I know it, Father!" Ylita brazenly rubbed her thighs together at the thought of it.

"But uh, I'm not gay," I finally spoke out.

Ylita glanced over her shoulder at me, "That doesn't matter! I'm commanding you to do it!"

"I mean, uh, I'll do it but guys sort of, well, I'm not into them so I don't know how well I can do it..."

"Are you kidding me?" Yliter asked incredulously.

"No, I'm not kidding you, sire, I'm str-"

"I saw how you were staring at my cock when we were pissing by the wall! I know a man who swings both ways!" Yliter pointed to his crotch for emphasis. "And the guards always said they smelled you getting horny whenever they patted you down! That's why they kept on doing it to you, they thought you were secretly into it!"

"And you took dildos up the rear all the time!"

"I mean, uh..." I cleared my throat. My face was blushing violently and I tried to think of a man, forcing myself to find him attractive, but it didn't work. I got a bit of a buzz when I imagined him making the moves on me, forcefully pushing his advances on me, but I got that from Ylita as well. The guards, they did sometimes arouse me when they frisked me, I'll admit to that, and I did remember imagining myself getting whipped by that one fox noble who was abusing his slave. Maybe I did have some attraction to men, but it was buried under a lot of anxiety and mixed up with feelings of being dominated. If the Prince was to force himself on me, I think I could pull it off as the passive partner, but actively pursuing him was different story, "...I'm sorry, I don't think I can pull it off."

"We'll train him then!" Ylita announced. "We'll start with kissing and then work your way to more advanced scenarios!"

"You want me to practice kiss with a male?"

"Yes!" they both said.

"Right now?"

"Yes!"

"Alright," I swallowed, closing my eyes. I lunged forward and met lips with King Yliter, holding my breath to avoid breathing in his masculine musk or breath. His mouth and body were still, save for his tail which thumped against the bed with surprise.

King Yliter broke away, eyes wide with shock. He was not snarling though, "What the hell are you doing!?"

"I, uh, I thought..." I looked over to Ylita who looked like she was about to die from embarrassment, "there's no other man here, so..."

"I meant we'd grab one of the guards and have him do it!" Ylita snapped. "Gods, you're hopeless!"

The royal family spirited me away to a secluded apartment in town, away from the prying eyes of the Prince. It was a two room affair, described as in squalor by Ylita but to me it was almost as luxurious as Ylita's quarters. I had no rent, food and drink shipped to me daily, and a full kitchen and bedroom. I felt like a noble right now and it didn't help that they were sending a concubine to stay with me and help me practice.

I spent the first night alone and that was a surreal experience. I couldn't remember ever sleeping by myself and with no snoring or getting woken up by the whims of my master. I didn't sleep any better for it though, waking up numerous times in the night expecting to be back in the castle. It didn't help that I was anxious to see who they were sending, I didn't have a choice in the matter. Initially Ylita asked me to pick out a member of the guard and after a long hour of hesitation, I chose a gray wolf who could be described as dashing, I suppose, but Ylita vetoed him and refused to say why. Eventually she got fed up with my indecisiveness and said she'd pick one herself. She had a point though, it wasn't like I was choosing Prince Mulo.

The next day, my instructor arrived and I was surprised to see it was one of the brown dogs who often guarded the entrance to the royal apartments. He came in, proudly shirtless, and bearing a massive framed painting, which he hung up on the wall of the bedroom. It was a portrait of a white, male weasel wearing blue robes and a matching mantle cape. It was Mulo and he was posing heroically, casting a wry gaze at the viewer. The dog told me to look at him whenever possible during our sessions. It was difficult to do that when the dog was standing right there. He looked alright, I supposed, he had a long, broad muzzle with a black nose at the end. Short, brown fur covered his body from the tips of his floppy ears to his toes; his tail was the one exception, it was thick and bushy, similar to a wolf's. He wasn't nearly as dashing as the wolf guard, but he had thick, strong muscles in his arms that could easily cradle me in and often did as a bonding exercise.

Training began with kissing and that was a difficult hurdle to overcome. His tongue was large and sometimes almost fell down my throat, forcing me to gag; his saliva tasted off, and his course fur clung to my lips and tongue. These were all things that were realities of kissing Ylita too, I suppose, but for some reason my brain never considered them.

We moved onto the other oral exercise, one that I was told was very important for a human to master as our mouths and flat teeth were almost made for blowjobs. The dog's cock was thick and tapered, with a knot that I dreaded taking later on; it was almost unfair because from what I heard, weasel cock was much smaller, but I suppose it was better to master something larger first. The taste of salt from his semen made me rush to the chamber pot a few times but after being told that smiling helps suppress the gag (And makes you look like an obedient slave.) I managed to be able to suck and swallow.

Finally, we moved onto anal, which wasn't as bad as I imagined. Ylita had already made me take artificial cocks before and I got to play the passive role. The dog still instructed me to do things to make the act more enjoyable for him, like rubbing his nipples or placing my palms on his muscled chest and whispering about how strong he was.

The whole time, I was looking over his shoulder at the portrait of Mulo, trying to make myself find him attractive. He didn't look like the picture of masculinity from the painting so initially I tried to feminize him, imagining his sister instead, but I realized I had to force myself to find the beauty in his male self. I tied it into my domination fetish, I imagined being held captive by a fierce dragon and he strode in there heroically and slew the beast, then he freed me from my bindings, wrapped his cape around me. I was still fearful after being held captive but he leaned in, pressing his short snout to my lips with an aggressive kiss before ripping my trousers off with his free paw...

The dog also suggested I learn how to perform anal on Mulo, but I told him that Ylita already had me do that to her a lot lately, much to his surprise. He didn't believe me and I ended up going into a bit too much detail about how she was having me roleplay as a human bandit who ravished her after a kidnapping or a slave who rebelled against his master and wanted to show the master's daughter who was the new master. I regretted this instantly and hoped it wouldn't get back to to her, but it got the dog to call off this part of the training.

A month passed and I was worried that I wasn't progressing well enough. Ylita came by to observe occasionally and to keep me company, but for the most part let me focus on practicing. Greater though, was my worry that Yliter might try and back away from the plan and sell me again, this would have been the perfect opportunity, but aside from a brief panic when a man showed up at the door with chains and manacles, which turned out to be training props, there was no sign that he was plotting anything.

At long last, the big day arrived. Ylita proudly declared that I was officially bisexual after watching me give the dog a full body service eagerly. I still didn't feel quite so sure, but I was beginning to do more than just tolerate the act, I was starting to enjoy it, especially when the dog's thick cock brushed up against my prostate.

But it was now time to put our plan into action. If I failed to seduce Prince Mulo, my future would be in jeopardy and even Ylita's tantrums wouldn't save me. I said my farewells to the dog, whom I was starting to grow attached to and find a little bit attractive, and was taken to the baths by Ylita, where she took me to a private room and ordered me to scrub her down from head to toe. While my hands rubbed at her chest, she started giving me some heavy signals and I hoped in the bath, giving her a good pounding with my erect member and she pretended to resist the whole time, calling me a disgusting human barbarian.

I finished inside her and began washing her again to get my scent off her. She then had a fresh tub brought in and had me get in the steaming, hot water, and proceeded to bathe me. No doubt this was the original purpose of coming here, to get the dog's scent off me, but she couldn't help but have her slave service her. After all, if the day didn't go well it might be the last time.

Eventually, her nose stopped twitching and she declared that the dog's scent was gone and I was escorted back into the castle late at night. The plan would begin in the early hours of the next morning.

Upon arriving at the castle, two human servants, both young women whom I had worked with before becoming Ylita's personal slave, escorted me to a small tool-shed which had been converted into a temporary dressing room and helped get me into the old, white servant's robe that the castle used. They also remove my collar, which I had gotten used to wearing and now my flesh felt rather exposed without it.

"The Princess told us all about what you're doing!" Jana, the rail-thin blonde, exclaimed as she began combing my hair. "I think it's so sweet of you! Not many men would do that!""

"Hot, too!" Janice interjected with a wry leer. I flinched as she spritzed a mist of pheromones from a tiny bottle onto my face.

"Prince Mulo is very handsome, for a weasel!" Jana continued, picking away at a stubborn knot in my hair. "He's so dashing that you don't even notice he's shorter than his wife! If I were a man, a straight man, I'd turn for him!"

"I'm more of a Princess Ylita kind of girl!" Janice chuckled while fetching another bottle. "She need another slave? If you could put in a good word-"

A sudden knock came at the door, three short ones followed by a heavy thud. The two girls gasped.

"It's time!" Jana clapped her palms on her cheeks.

"Here!" Janice suddenly shot a heavy spray of perfume on my face. It smelled very strong, much like the musk the foxes released when having sex.

"Shouldn't we be using ermine musk instead?" I asked as they were pulling me to my feet.

"That would make it too obvious!" Janice scolded me. "There's plenty of foxes here and believe me, when he smells male fox hormones on you, he'll understand what to do with you!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

Jana all but shoved me out of the shed and into the early dawn of the courtyard. Distant clacks of horseshoes on cobblestone echoed off to the East, there was no time to waste. I grabbed the sides of my robes, careful not to get them soiled, and sprinted towards the stables.

The stables were very quiet. Most of the horses were asleep and the normal stable-hand on duty at this time was bribed with a bottle of wine from the royal family's private cellar and he was likely passed out drunk in some dark corner of the castle.

The hoof-steps were growing closer, I had arrived just in time. I held my breath as they began to round the corner.

Atop a large, white mare, very similar to the one Ylita had won from Mial, was Prince Mulo. His portrait had been rather accurate, he was slim but had muscles pressing against the blue sleeves of his tunic. A cerulean cape trailed down from his neck, covering up all but the tip of his snow-white tail. His black eyes narrowed upon seeing me, slowing his horse down.

"My Lord," I bowed down, placing my palms on the cobblestone, followed by my head, "welcome back from your hunt."

I peered to the side, not breaking my bow, and saw gray hooves stomping into the ground as he made the horse circle me. I felt his predatory gaze on my back, as if I was the next target of his hunt.

"Thank you, servant," his voice was smooth, with a hint of arrogance, "you may help me down."

I was about to lift myself to my feet and take control of the reins when a foot landed on my back, followed by another as Prince Mulo used my back as as stepping stool. Upon landing on the ground next to me, I finally was able to stand.

Mulo's black eyes stared back, piercing into my own. I was inches away from his face and could feel the air escaping his pink nose brush against my face. His musk was strong, stronger than Mial's with an almost sweet note beneath it all, and it overpowered the stench of horse when I was close enough.

His lips held no expression and his nostrils twitched as he leaned in. I gasped when his ice-cold little nose pressed up against my cheek.

"Interesting scent..." he whispered.

"Thank you, my Lord."

"You're not a stable-hand, are you?"

I paused. I knew this would come up and I had an excuse, but I still found myself struggling to spit it out at first.

"We have many roles here..." I trailed off and was about to continue when Mulo put his paws on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eye.

"I'll bet you do..." he leaned in again, rubbing the tip of his nose strongly against my neck as he examined me, "those red-tails must give you quite the workout, more than tending to the horses!"

"Yes, my Lord, but they're fair," I placed my palm on his chest, it was solid beneath the blue of his shirt. He didn't seem to notice or if he did, he didn't object, "if there's anything I can do for your pleasure..."

"My horse."

Blinking, I pulled away from his chest, staring silently at his confused eyes.

"Pardon me?"

"My horse," he motioned towards the white mare, "she needs to be stabled before she gets saddle-sores."

"Oh," I gasped, shaking my head and hitting myself in my brain for thinking he was taking this in a very wrong direction, "right, of course, my Lord!"

Sheepishly, I shuffled away from the Prince, who intentionally stepped in front and blocked my path a few times, much to his amusement. Eventually, he let me grab the horse's reins and I walked her to the stables, finding an empty, cleaned stall for her. I took off the saddle and harness, placing them in storage next to the stall. The whole time, the Prince stood at the open doorway, watching me.

I began brushing the mare's fur when the Prince suddenly spoke up, "I've met horses, you know?"

I looked back at the Prince, who was leaning on the doorway into the stall, and then back to the long face of his horse.

"Two-legged ones, that is," he made a walking motion with his index and middle finger. "The Great Horse-Khan, no less!"

"Horses are noble creatures, I can only imagine such an anthro would be the same, my Lord."

"Aye, the Khan met us with unmatched hospitality," Mulo grinned, scanning the stables with the tip of his twitching nose, "he had a stable that looked much like this one."

I tried to imagine a horse anthro riding a feral horse and couldn't help but laugh at the image.

"Humans used to own his residence, you see, and kept their horses there. But when the Great Horse-Khan took over the castle, there were many noble captives and he picked out the prettiest, placing each one in one of the horse's former stalls, after cleaning it out, of course!" Prince Mulo began playing with a thin length of rope. "It was quite something, seeing naked humans, men and women, leaning over the stalls, eagerly trying to catch their master's attention. My sister was quite taken with one slave there, she even promised to become the Khan's consort if she was allowed to take ownership of one!"

I laughed knowingly. It would seem that I wasn't the first human slave that she had taken a liking to.

"Yes, yes, she can be that way!" Mulo tossed one end of the length of rope into the stall, it landing in the hay on the floor. "Tie that around your neck."

"My Lord?"

"No questions, tie it around."

Despite the vulnerability this would cause, or perhaps because of it, I was relieved that the Prince was making the first move. It would make my job all the more easier now that the first hurdle had been overcome. I leaned down to pick it up, never taking my eyes off of the Prince, who was now smiling lecherously; and looped it around my neck.

"So obedient..." Mulo snickered as I tied the rope into a knot. The rope was rough and chafed against my skin, it was not the kind of rope you would normally use for an act like this.

"If only I could fill an entire stable full of humans like you," Mulo tugged on the rope sharply, forcing me closer to him. I nervously shook, not necessarily because I was scared, but because I wanted to make him think I was innocent.

"My Lord," I whispered as I closed the stall door behind me. Mulo gave me another sharp tug and I fell right into arms. His nose began probing my cheeks and neck, and I gasped while his claws felt up my crotch, "please be gentle..."

"I bet you've been fucked by every fox in the castle," Mulo's teeth nibbled at my throat, "You love it, don't you?"

"No, they haven't..."

"So sweet..." Mulo's gave me a quick lick of his tongue. His paw undid the sash around my waist, letting the robes fall away onto the ground to reveal the matching white trousers underneath.

"My Lord, we musn't..." I looked towards the entrance. I wasn't really afraid of anyone discovering us, but part of the training I received suggested that I show some anxiety as a way to make the act seem more forbidden and to give him a sense of control.

"We must," Mulo whispered, tugging on the rope around my neck, "it's your duty to service your Lord, is it not?"

"It is..."

Chuckling, the weasel touched my nose with his, "Then come with me. I'll take care of you."

"Yes, my Lord."

He led me deeper into the stables, tail flicking playfully behind him. Acting on some advice Ylita gave me, I gently groped the base of his tail, right around where it covered up the rear of his trousers. Mulo moaned and slowed his step, peering back at me with a wicked smile.

"Are there any stalls that aren't in use, human?"

"The two at the far end, no horses have been housed there for awhile, it should be clean, my Lord."

"Good," Mulo picked up the pace, only slowing down once my hand slipped and he allowed me to stroke his tail again, "I don't mind getting a little dirty, but since you're not really a stable-hand, I bet you're not used to it."

"My Lord, as I said, we have many roles here and I have-"

"I don't care what your job is here. I know what you're here for and so long as you're not an assassin..." Mulo turned around and quickly yanked down my trousers. Blushing as my erect cock was now visible to the Prince, I stepped out of the legs and let him examine me. Satisfied, he continued, "...and it doesn't look like you're concealing a weapon, unless you've got one hidden up there, but I'll be giving you a thorough examination in a second..."

Arriving at the last stall, Mulo pulled the door open and motioned for me to enter, which I obeyed him. The stall's wooden floorboards were clean and there wasn't even any hay lying around, speaking to its disuse. This was a relief to me as I was mostly guessing that the stall was empty based on the last time I got assigned stable-duty by Old Seamus and that was ages ago, even before I got assigned permanently to Ylita-duty.

"Lean against the wall."

I placed my palms against the smooth, wooden wall of the stall, sticking my rear out towards the Prince.

"Didn't even have to order you, how nice," the Prince wrapped the rope around his paw, shortening the length from my neck to his grip until he was right behind me. The loop constricted around my neck, making it a little difficult to breathe.

"If you have trouble breathing, just tap me on the side," Mulo whispered into my ear, "my pretty little mare."

I heard cloth tumble onto the ground and I didn't have to look behind to know it was his pants coming off, as I felt fine fur tickle my butt cheeks. His pelt was warm and comforting, especially on a cold morning such as this.

Laughter began to well up in my chest when I realized that Mulo had entered me. Compared to the guard dog's cock, it entered almost effortlessly. I exhaled, turning the laughs into moans and sighs, so as to not offend the Prince, which would have been the end of this tryst.

Still, it wasn't unpleasant. His cock was slick and narrow, but it was long enough to brush up against my prostate and Mulo was putting effort into his thrusts to make sure he hit it. He may have been a Prince, pampered since birth, but he was trying to make sure I got enjoyment out of it.

"Fucking good little mare," he grunted, sniffing at the back of my neck.

"My Lord, faster..."

"Who's in charge here?" he chuckled, nipping at my cheek playfully. Despite this, he began thrusting harder and faster, forcing me to gasp.

"Fuck!"

Claws tightened on my shoulder, followed by his fangs chomping down against my shoulder. Shocks of pleasure show through my muscles as I went limp, helpless to resist as my brave Prince took care of me.

I turned my head around, brushing my cheek against Mulo's scalp, feeling his short, fine hairs stroke against my skin. He moaned, teeth still locked down on my shoulder and rubbed his other paw against my back, having let go of the rope.

Cum spurted out of my cock, hitting the wall. I cried out, begging for Mulo to keep going. The pleasure still grew in my prostate and my Prince still had to finish.

He then slowed down, coming to a halt and pulled out. His jaws loosened and he walked away.

"My Lord?" I turned around. Mulo was opening the stall door.

I was afraid that I had done something to offend him, but Mulo quickly turned around with a smile.

"Get on all fours and close your eyes. I'll be back."

I complied, getting on my hands and knees, and closing my eyes. The floorboards were rough compared to the walls. I wondered what Mulo had in mind and tried listening for his footsteps, but they were so light that I could only barely make out their muffled steps.

So silent was his stride that I didn't even hear him sneak up on me. A heavy weight thumped on my back, nearly knocking me to the floor, and I felt leather straps wrap around my chest and a furry paw brushing up against my body, securing the belts in place. I disobeyed my Prince and opened my eyes, finding him strapping a horse saddle to my back.

"My Lord, I...!?" I was taken aback, not quite realizing what to make of this. I'd seen nobles have some strange sexual tastes but this was something entirely new and honestly, it wasn't doing anything for me. I didn't have a choice but to go along though, I had gotten this far and Mulo was close to being mine.

"Always wanted to do this, ever since I visited the Khan."

I braced myself as Mulo swung his leg over my back and sat atop the saddle. My knees buckled a bit, but I was able to keep myself upright. The Prince's tail leaned across my butt, gently twitching against it.

His boots kicked against my sides, "Giddy up!"

I crawled forward very slowly, focusing on trying not to fall over or knock the Prince off-balance. I wasn't the finest steed, not built for war or racing, I was more like an old, lame donkey, but the Prince seemed to be enjoying it. Over the jostling of the saddle, I heard him stroking his cock furiously.

"Yah! Yah! Yah!" he barked. A riding crop slapped my butt, not hard enough to hurt.

"Yaaaaah...!"warm and moist semen landed on the back of my neck as the Prince gasped in ecstasy. He kept striking my rear with the crop, weaker with every stroke, and ordering me to continue crawling.

Suddenly, a girlish shriek rang out from behind me and Mulo's kicks and whips came to a quick halt. So sharp was the scream, that my ears felt like that were suddenly split open on the inside and I nearly knocked the Prince off when I grabbed at my ears, using my elbows to keep me upright.

When the pain went away, I peered behind me and instantly saw what the commotion was. Mulo's tiny eyes were as wide as they possibly could go and they were staring straight at an unexpected visitor, Ylita.

She stood at the entrance of the stable stall wearing a brown riding uniform. Her arms were crossed and she was shaking her head at the Prince.

"Enjoying the horses, husband?"

"M-m-my dear, I can ex-!" Mulo accidentally kicked me in the ribs as he dismounted.

"Please do! This should be amusing!"

"W-we were, uh, this is a common exercise to practice riding! It helps you train for horseback riding without bothering the horse!"

"Incredible!" Ylita clapped her paws together sarcastically. "Somehow your excuse has exceeded my low expectations a hundredfold!"

"It's true! It-!"

"I ride and hunt all the time and not once have I dressed up a human like a pony and rubbed myself off while riding him!" I crawled to my feet, despite the weight of the saddle trying to pull me down, and saw Ylita with a snarl on her face, exposing her fangs. "Cut the bullshit and own up to it or I'll demand an annulment right now."

"O-okay! I saw this human here and he looked so good..." Mulo trailed off with a sigh, "...it won't happen again."

"Somehow I doubt that!"

"It's true!"

"Truthfully, dear husband," Ylita stepped inside, tail swishing gently behind her, "I don't care if you fuck the help. Gods know that I don't have the time and inclination to cater to your needs constantly and I know you, as a young male, have a lot of needs."

"You don't care?"

"Yes," Ylita paused, raising a single finger to the air, "conditionally, that is."

"W-what conditions?"

"You're going to keep this human over here."

"Done!" Mulo exclaimed with a sigh. "Is there some paperwork or something?"

"Oh, I already own him, so that part is done with."

"Wait!" Mulo looked to me with fear in his eyes. "He's your love slave!?"

"Indeed, dear husband," Ylita chuckled, "but it's only fair that I have a paramour as well."

"This is..." Mulo paused, his tail twitching anxiously against the floor, "...it's not normal..."

"Husband, you can take this or I can demand an annulment, one that even your Father would consider to be justified, considering the circumstances. I bet the alliance would survive, I understand you have other unmarried brothers, don't you? There's bound to be one of them that's more controllable."

Mulo's mouth hung open as he looked to me and Ylita. He tried to speak, but was unable to find the words.

Ylita's paw ran down my back, her pads rubbing gently against my skin. I smiled.

Life was mostly good.

It was a cold winter morning and a blizzard had begun to roar outside, painting the courtyard white. Peering at me from atop the mantle with its black button eyes was Ylita's stuffed, feral red fox and below it, the fire was roaring in the hearth, wafting out comforting warmth into the room. I didn't need the fire though, for I was sandwiched between two warm pelts.

Mulo was nuzzling his little pink nose against my cheek, his eyelids narrow slits as he dozed off. Whatever hesitance he had about the arrangement quickly vanished as the days went by.

Ylita had one arm wrapped around the back of my neck, pushing the other side of my face against the thick fur on the side of her pelt. She looked down at me with her golden eyes and smiled.

No matter what side I turned, there was someone warm and inviting to keep me comfortable.

The sex was better than before as well. Mulo showed a surprising degree of flexibility with his position during the act, even allowing himself to be the submissive to me while Ylita either allowed him to fuck her or she rubbed herself off to us. He showed a lot of hesitation when Ylita ordered me to mount her once and got upset, but he was able to calm down and eventually enjoy himself.

Nothing would tear me apart from my Prince and Princess now. This was my life now and forever.

Ylita reached over and patted her husband on the head. His narrow slits opened, revealing sleepy black eyes.

"Yes, my dear?" he mumbled, opening his jaws wide in a yawn.

"The midwife said that I'm pregnant."

"Gods," he gasped, "I'm going to be a father."

"Congratulations, Ylita!" I said.

Two pairs of eyes, one golden and one black, stared at me, eyelids narrowing. Mulo began to chuckle and show off his tiny fangs.

"This slave dared to impertinently refer to you by your name, my Lady!" Mulo pushed the sheets aside and leaped atop me, grabbing me by the chain tied around my collar. He leered down at me haughtily and I pretended to struggle, pushing at his chest with my palm, but it was just an excuse to feel his white, silky fur and the ropey muscles beneath. "I've caught him! Shall I teach him a lesson?"

"Only if he puts those uncouth lips to good work," she spread her legs, revealing the narrow, pink slit between the cream fur between her thighs.

Mulo slapped me on the butt and ordered me to crawl towards my master. I ran my tongue along the rim of her vagina, her fine hairs tickling my mouth as I took in the salty flavor of her folds. Something pushed against my rear and I gritted my teeth as Mulo's cock forced its way inside me.

"Filthy fucking human," Mulo grunted as he pounded me from behind. He wrapped the chain around his paw, tightening the collar's grip around my neck, "how does it feel to serve your betters?"

If my tongue weren't neck-deep in Ylita's vagina, I would have said that it felt mostly...

Oh to hell with it! Life was good!