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"Yes, Your Grace," the Crown's Cleric said. "But there is one last little item of your father's legacy that remains to be seen to."

Nyara - Queen Nyara now - looked up at the Crown's Cleric, Gestalt. She would have preferred to look down at him, but that wasn't possible since he was a rather large stallion and she a rather small cat. He'd been one of her late father's most trusted advisers, but she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. "Oh?" she said. "We've already gone through the money, the lands, the titles ... what else could there possibly be?"

"There is, um... One small matter remaining." Gestalt actually blushed a little, clearing his throat. "Your father's, erm ... harem."

She had to stop herself from laughing on the spot. Maintain royal decorum, she reminded herself forcefully. "Come now, Gestalt. Just let those poor girls go."

"Let them ... go?" He blinked down at her as if he didn't understand at all. Maybe he didn't. Despite all the time he'd spent in Catopia, maybe he didn't understand the language as well as his native Equuish. "But Princess--!"

"I'm sure you meant 'Your Grace'?" Yes, she'd have to keep a close eye on him. This was exactly what she was afraid of - he'd always see her as the darling Princess, never as his queen.

"I, um, yes. Of course, Your Grace. My apologies. I've found this transition to be particularly difficult. It's a trying time for all of us."

It probably was difficult for him to see Catopia in the hands of a female ruler. There were many in the kingdom who would seek to marry her off and reestablish a proper king as soon as possible, and Gestalt would surely be one of them. It was her job to hold them off long enough to solidify her own base of power. Then she'd need to find some weak-willed young lad she could properly control... But that was getting ahead of herself. For now... "So, the girls can't simply be sent home?"

"Good heavens, no! These girls have given everything they had to the crown, far more than most people would deem seemly. They would be social pariahs anywhere outside the palace. Not to mention what a grave insult it would be to so wholeheartedly reject them. Can you imagine it, being turned out from the palace because you weren't wanted anymore? Disgraceful! These girls deserve better!"

"Well, what would you have me do with them?"

That seemed to take Gestalt completely by surprise. Nyara _almost_rolled her eyes. What kind of 'adviser' was this, who didn't come to her prepared with advice to give? What good was he without that? Why did Father even keep him around at all? Deep down, she knew. The priest was more of a drinking buddy than an adviser. All the other members of the Crown's Council were competent, businesslike bureaucrats. As much fun to hang out with as an expense report. For Father, Gestalt was the only one he could relax with and have an actual conversation with. But Nyara was not her father, and for her own sake, she'd probably choose the expense report.

Eventually, though, he seemed to catch up with the flow of the conversation. "Yes, right. Well, there's only one thing _to_do. There is a special welcoming ceremony that the harem is supposed to do for the ascending prince...cess. It involves bedding all of them and claiming them for yourself."

"Well, bring it on." Nyara smiled, showing pointy teeth. "You know I like girls just as much as I like boys."

"Yes, but..." Gestalt blushed yet again. "Certain parts of the ceremony are quite specific, and they do require the new monarch's ... semen."

Nyara leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, being careful that it wouldn't press on her bodice and give the stallion more of a view than she wanted him to have. "Well, that's going to be a problem, isn't it? I assume that this time you have a solution planned?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." Gestalt looked down at her smugly.

Ugh! How she wished she could be taller than him! She did not like being looked down at like that. Smug foreign bastard...

"I've been researching through the Crown Archives, and I think I may have identified a spell that will suffice. It took me hours of searching through the restricted section, and you know the Librarian won't allow anyone to take anything home from that section, so I had to painstakingly copy every line of--"

"Get on with it. What's your solution?"

"Oh, um, yes. Right. Well, I think I've found a spell that will allow you to, shall we say, borrow_the genitals of any male for a short time. No more than a few hours, but it should be long enough for the ceremony." He must have seen the surprise on her face, because he quickly followed that up with, "Don't worry! It would be added _in addition to your original genitals, so you wouldn't be giving anything up. That part of the spell was particularly difficult to find."

What made him think _that_would be what she was most concerned about? Oh never mind. Who cared what he thought? She had to admit the idea of sporting a little extra equipment was intriguing.... She'd always wondered what it felt like from the male's perspective. "And I'll be able to feel everything, just like it was mine?"

"Er, um... I do believe so, Your Grace. These old texts can be difficult to interpret at times, but if my knowledge of old Cattish is up to the task, then..."

She tuned him out as he droned on about his research methods. He tended to do that from time to time, and she did _not_have the patience for it. There was only one real question she wanted the answer to, only one thing she hadn't already figured out. "So... Who's going to be the donor?"

The Cleric stopped in mid-sentence. "The donor, Your Grace?"

"You know... Who's the lucky guy who will be doing without his favorite parts for the evening?"

"I, uh..." He shook his head, as if trying to clear the cobwebs out of it. "I have to admit, I hadn't put much thought into that. Honestly, I didn't think you would agree to it so readily. I don't have any candidates lined up yet, but I'm certain that any male in the palace would be thrilled to assist you with--"

"You."

A very horse-like snort escaped from Gestalt's nose. "Excuse me?"

"I want you to be the donor." Nyara grinned up at him in a predatory manner. Oh yes, watching him squirm like this was delicious.

"I... I couldn't! My vows!"

"You vowed not to let me borrow your penis?"

He held his hands over his crotch, even though there was no way anyone could see anything through those baggy robes he always wore. "Well, um, no. But..."

"So what's the problem?"

"Prin-- I mean, um, Your Grace, I'm a stallion."

"Yes, and...?"

"It would, um... It would be much too large for the harem girls."

Now she knew she had him. "Tell me, Gestalt ... you used to spend quite a lot of time with my father, yes?"

"Y-yes. I was one of his closest advisers."

"And wasn't some of that time spent with the harem?"

"Well, I, uh... Yes, I did often accompany the late King to a number of places, including--"

"So it's settled." She smiled even more. "Since the girls there are already familiar with your penis, it should be no problem to introduce them to it once again."

"Your Grace! Surely you're not insinuating that your father's harem could tempt a man of the Goddess to violate his sacred--"

"Alright. Do the spell, and let's get this started."

Gestalt was left there with his mouth hanging open as he stared at her. Absolutely frozen in place. How precious! The man who always had something to say about everything had finally been struck silent. Perhaps if he learned from this experience, she might even forgo replacing him when she rooted out the traditionalists on the Crown's Council.

The Cleric didn't manage to find his tongue again until he'd taken several hasty steps backward - nearly tripping on his own robe in the process. "I would, Your Grace, but the spell will need some time to prepare, and the harem girls will need some time to ready themselves for a proper welcoming ceremony, not to mention all the--"

"See to it," she commanded. "I trust everything will be prepared before I retire for the night?"

"Of... Of course, Your Grace."

She turned and walked away from him then, finally allowing a little of the giddy anticipation to show on her face. For all the bluster she put on in front of the court and the Crown's Council, she wasn't nearly as experienced as she'd like to be, and far less than she pretended to be. She knew her father had kept quite a healthy number of girls in his harem, and if all went well, she'd more than double her sexual experiences tonight. Not to mention the debauched thrill and erotic mystery of finding out what it would be like to fuck them like a man... Oh, she could hardly wait!

---

"Is it ready yet?" Nyara sighed and looked around the cluttered magic workroom for what seemed like the hundredth time. This was Gestalt's lair, and everything here reminded her of him. From the unidentifiable body parts in jars to the cobwebs around the ceiling, this room practically was the stallion.

Gestalt himself puttered about the room in seemingly pointless fashion, always holding his jumbled scraps of paper in front of him. He went back and forth between the table where he'd carefully measured out the ingredients and the chalked-out rune circles on the floor over and over.

"I said, are you almost done?"

That seemed to snap him out of it for a moment. "Oh! Oh yes. Nearly done. I just need to double-check a few things. These old spells can be quite complicated, and body modification spells in particular need absolute precision. One misplaced line, too little of one ingredient, or not enough of another, and ..." He shook himself, making his robes rustle. "It doesn't bear thinking of."

Every additional moment she had to wait seemed to take longer than all the previous time combined, but eventually, _eventually_Gestalt set down his papers and nodded. "It is ready, Your Grace. Please remain still." He carefully stepped into the rune circle opposite hers. "You wore loose-fitting undergarments, as I instructed, yes?"

"So... Is there an incantation or something...?"

Rather than respond to her, Gestalt solemnly drew a tiny knife from his belt cinch, then held both his hands outstretched in front of him, in her direction. He knicked his thumb with the blade, drawing out one - and only one - drop of blood, which landed perfectly in the middle of one of the runes.

Instantly, every bit of chalk on the floor lit up with an eerie purple glow. She had to fight the instinct to jerk back, to jump out of the rune circle. Magic - true magic - was rare in Catopia, but growing up in the royal family, she'd seen more than her share of it. Still, though, it was the kind of thing that nobody could ever really get used to. The glow flickered and pulsed like dark candlelight, making the runes seem to move. Maybe they _were_moving. Whenever she stared at one patch in particular, that patch would stay quite reasonably still, but she always felt like she was on the verge of catching the rest moving out of the corner of her eye. It was irreconcilably uncanny, and it made her pink fur stand on end.

With a sudden pop, the light went out and the spell was done. She felt something like a firm shove right in her groin, which nearly made her fall over, and then it was done. Everything was over.

Regaining her balance, she stood back up. Things did feel awfully tight down below all the sudden. "Did it... Did it work?"

"Hm..." Gestalt inconspicuously touched himself through the robes. "Yes, it seems to have worked. I suppose now you'll be wanting to head up to the harem and--"

Nyara, completely ignoring him, hiked her skirts up and yanked away the now-confining wrap she'd loosely tied around herself. When the fabric fell down, so did an enormous horse cock. Brown and mottled with pink, it swung in front of her in a mesmerizing way. She rocked her hips side to side a little just to make it swing more. And even more fascinatingly, it was starting to get bigger and stiffer, rising up in front of her!

"Your... Your Grace!" Gestalt covered his eyes. "It would violate my vows to look upon--"

"Oh come on." She laughed. "You must see this thing every time you pee. It's not like you've never seen it before."

He didn't remove his hands from his eyes.

That was fine. Nyara had what she wanted. Glimpsing a little bit of her new balls, she reached down below and hefted them up for a better look. Oh wow ... so big and full... Really nice. Who knew that innocuous old Gestalt had been packing such a treat inside those robes of his? Well, the harem girls probably knew. When her fingers ventured just a bit lower, she found her familiar pussy still there behind the balls. Nyara snickered again. "I never pictured you having those pink spots on your dick. It's cute!"

The Cleric just mumbled something that might have been him accepting what passed for a compliment ... or might have just been him struggling to breathe through a terminal case of embarrassment.

She let her undergarment fall to the floor, then let the skirts fall down over her body. They formed a rather conspicuous tent in front of her, given her new oversized addition.

"Hey, Gestalt?"

"Y-yes, Your Grace?"

"Now that I've got your penis, what have you got? Is it just, like, blank down there, or what?"

His hands twitched down as if to cover himself ... but he couldn't stop covering his eyes. Obviously, this put him under some considerable distress. "I... I'm not sure."

"Come on, show me!"

"Your Grace - I could never!"

"Oh fine." She rolled her eyes for real this time. No point in hiding it when he was covering up his own eyes anyway. "Be like that. I've got a harem to meet." She abruptly turned and left the stuffy, odorous magical workroom. She knew where Father's harem was. She didn't need anyone's help to find it, least of all Gestalt's.

---

Now that she was alone, she actually paused at the door to the harem for a moment. She was no virgin, of course, but she couldn't deny that the jittery feeling in her arms and chest was pure nervousness. This wasn't sneaking off with one of the court boys or girls - this was something entirely different, entirely new for her.

Still, though. She wasn't one to hesitate. That was Gestalt's department. Her style was to do. So do she would. After one more deep breath, she reached out and opened the harem door.

The intense smell was what hit her first. Spicy incense and lots_of sweet perfume. It was dimmer inside there than in the hall, so she had a hard time seeing. When she stepped in and her eyes adjusted though, all she could do was grin. The rumors she'd heard about this harem had _nothing on the real thing. These kitties...

They all looked so young, for one thing. All of them flat-chested, not nearly as developed as her, and barely as tall as her shoulders. They would have looked innocent, except for the looks in their eyes. There was curiosity there ... but also anticipation and just pure lust, which was odd to see on faces so young. And, of course, they were all nude, or nearly so. One wore thigh-high socks, another wore a modified bodice that covered basically nothing at all, and one wore nothing but strings tied around herself in a shape that vaguely suggested a modest covering yet covered nothing at all. Other than that, some of them wore collars ... but Nyara could already see everything that each and every one of them had to offer, from their cute little asses, to their tiny little nipples, to their sweet and supple pussies.

She licked her lips, feeling her skirt raising in front of her again. "Hello, girls. I am Queen Nyara, your new ruler. I heard there was a welcoming ceremony?"

The girl with the string bikini snapped up and turned toward the rest. "Yes! Girls, get in line, just as we practiced! It's time for the welcoming ceremony."

All the girls followed their leader - if she was their leader, if they had a leader other than their new queen - and lined themselves up in front of Nyara.

All except for one - a pale furred one with red hair, and one of the few _entirely_nude. She pulled up a cushy chair behind Nyara and gestured toward it. "If it pleases you, Mistress, could you disrobe and make yourself comfortable?"

'Mistress'? Nyara could get used to the sound of that. Certainly better than 'Your Grace'. Obligingly, she lifted the skirt of her dress up, then pulled it entirely off of herself.

A collective gasp echoed through the harem. When Nyara tossed her clothing aside, she saw that every single girl had her eyes focused on the already half-erect horse cock in front of them. She smiled and wiggled her hips side to side a little, making it swing. Their eyes followed its movements precisely.

At first, Nyara was worried that the sight of it might intimidate them. It certainly would have intimidated _her_to face down such a monster. But through their rapt attention, she didn't see any fear. Rather, there were some hints of smiles growing. More than one of them surreptitiously licked their lips.

Being careful not to sit on her ponderously hanging testicles - she was still very much getting used to having them at all - she settled herself down on the chair they had so thoughtfully provided. Her big, borrowed horse cock stuck out in front of her between her outspread legs. "Well, shall we begin?"

The girl in the string bikini was first. She was one of the cutest ones, with tan fur and a white belly accentuating the naughty bits that her bikini did nothing whatsoever to cover. "My name is Stellie, and I live to pleasure my mistress."

She knelt down in front of Nyara's chair. Nyara was no stranger to being knelt in front of - honestly, she rather expected it. What she hadn't_expected, though, was that Stellie would open wide, wrap her lips around Nyara's cock, and plunge her head down on it. How the girl managed it, Nyara couldn't even guess. She was bigger than these girls, and even _she would have no chance of fitting such a large cock in her mouth. Not that royalty ever did such a thing, of course. But Stellie took it deep, quite_deep. Nyara's tip went far enough down the girl's throat that the thick cock's medial ring kissed up against the girl's lips. There was no way Stellie could be able to breathe like that ... but she kept going anyway, bobbing her head eagerly on Nyara's steadily-hardening cock with every indication that she was _enjoying the opportunity to please her mistress.

And she was pleasing her mistress! No wonder every male she'd ever been with had begged her for a blowjob. This felt incredible! The warm caresses of Stellie's mouth were wondrous, and the subtle little sounds of her struggling to fit the huge cock inside gave it just enough extra edge to make the big horse cock rage up to full hardness.

Unfortunately, that increase in size and stiffness finally made Nyara's borrowed cock too big for even Stellie to handle. The girl came back up in a rush, coughing and gasping. Thick streams of drool ran from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes teared up. "I'm so sorry, Mistress! I... I couldn't do it. Please don't hate me!"

"Hate you?" Nyara reached down and touched Stellie's face, drawing the girl up near enough to kiss. "Of course not! That was wonderful! You're an incredibly talented young lady."

Stellie blushed. She actually blushed, even after what she'd just been on her knees doing. "Thank you Mistress. That talent was the reason our previous master made me the head of his harem. Of course, you're free to choose your own head girl..."

"I _do_think it would be overly hasty of me to choose a head girl before even meeting the rest," Nyara said, to Stellie's obvious dismay. "But I can see why I'd want to choose a head girl who's good at giving head." That seemed to cheer her up. "Now, would you care to introduce me to your friends, here?"

"Oh! Yes, of course!" Stellie jerked upright suddenly. "The ceremony must continue! But I'm afraid, Mistress, that I cannot fulfill your desire - the other girls must introduce themselves, in their own way. I cannot do it for them."

Nyara smiled. Her cock bobbed in the chilly-feeling air between her legs. "Very well, then. Please proceed."

The next girl was all a pale cream color, except for her shockingly blonde hair and deep blue eyes. "My name is Sophia, and I live to pleasure my mistress."

This time, when the girl got down on her knees and went straight to business, Nyara was expecting it. There was a brief moment of delicious anticipation as Sophia paused with her tongue _just barely_not touching, then the pleasure finally came again. Not the same as before, though. Sophia made no attempt to take it into her throat - or even inside her mouth - like Stellie had. Instead, she planted slow, delicate licks up and down either side of Nyara's shaft, looking longingly up into Nyara's eyes the entire time.

Nyara reached down to run her fingers through the girl's hair, but then stopped short just before making contact. Would that be acceptable? Was that part of the welcome ceremony, or was she strictly supposed to sit back and enjoy without really participating?

No, that was a moment of doubt, and she was not supposed to have doubts. She was the Queen now. If it wasn't part of the ceremony, she'd decree that it was part of the ceremony, and that would be that. Smiling down at the young cat girl, Nyara finally indulged herself and ran her fingers through the girl's luscious golden hair.

That earned her a purring little mew, but it was over all too soon. Two girls came up behind Sophia and tapped her on both shoulders.

Apparently that meant it was the end of Sophia's turn. A shame. Nyara rather liked the girl's sensitive touch.

When Sophia got up, the other two eagerly came forward, both of them saying, "We are Allana and Ellena, and we live to pleasure our mistress." One was orange with violet hair, and the other was a pale tan with black hair. She was the one wearing the thigh-high socks.

As both of them got down on the floor in front of her, Nyara stopped them for just a moment with an upraised hand. "Hold on... Which one of you is Allana, and which one is Ellena?" It seemed to her that the whole purpose of this was to meet the girls and learn their names, and she couldn't do that if they were naming themselves in pairs.

"I'm Ellena," the orange-furred one said.

"And I'm Allana," the black haired one in socks added. Unnecessarily of course. Nyara was perfectly capable of using the process of elimination.

But whatever slight annoyance that might have been, it was completely eclipsed just a moment later when the two of them - both of them at the same time! - got down and began licking her cock.

They worked in perfect unison, each one running her tongue up and down one side of Nyara's cock as they pressed it between each other's lips. They were able to apply a lot more pressure than the previous girl had, and Nyara was quickly finding out that this extra pressure could feel lovely.

Rather than looking at her as they worked her shaft, the two girls stared into each other's eyes. It made Nyara wonder what there was between the two of them. With their matching straight-cut hairstyles, they could have been twins ... but maybe that was just an affectation. Were the two of them sisters? Lovers? Both?

It didn't matter, though, because of what they _definitely_were: good at blowjobs. The two of them worked as one, engulfing nearly all of Nyara's girth between their two mouths as they slid up and down, giving her the sensation of getting pleasured along her entire length, more than even Stellie had been able to give her.

Soon, though, those two were done as well. A new cat girl, with pink and white mottled fur, came up to take their place. "My name is Minkie, and I live to pleasure my mistress."

Instead of trying to compete with Allana and Ellena's twin blowjob when she knelt down, Minkie ignored Nyara's cock entirely, instead devoting her attentions to the plump balls beneath. She held them, one in each hand, and teasingly licked up the smooth crease between the two.

Nyara let her head roll back a little, savoring the tingling touch of the girl's tongue as it mingled with the comforting pressure of her hands. Before this moment, Nyara would never have guessed that playing with a guy's balls felt _this_good. What was even better were the little cooing noises Minkie made as she nuzzled in closer. It was as if the girl couldn't wait to get a taste of the cum waiting for her inside.

But Minkie's turn was as short as any of the others, and it was soon over. The next girl was pink both in fur and in hair, with a pretty little lavender bodice across her belly. Little was an understatement, though - it covered basically nothing. Certainly it didn't cover her barely-there breasts or her cute little pink pussy.

"My name is Zula, and I live to pleasure my mistress."

This girl had yet another unique approach when she got down on her knees. Had they planned and rehearsed this, or were they all just that different from each other? Zula focused her mouth almost exclusively on Nyara's tip. She couldn't get the big, flattened head of it _quite_inside - her lips just wouldn't stretch wide enough - but she did absolutely everything short of that. Her lips spread and smeared all over the tip, and her tongue delicately quested against the hole in the middle as if begging for it to burst out into her mouth.

It didn't burst exactly, but a trickle of milky-clear pre-cum did come out, which Zula eagerly lapped up as if it was the nectar of the goddess.

Just as this tip-only stimulation was starting to get so intense that it was almost unpleasant, the next girl came up and replaced Zula. "My name is Yanna," the pale-furred redhead authoritatively said, "and I live to pleasure my mistress."

If Yanna meant to upstage Stellie as the leader of the harem, she was certainly doing a good job of it. The girl managed to spread her lips over the huge tip of Nyara's cock, and once she had the tip inside, she plunged herself down on it recklessly.

The thick shaft slid readily down her throat, despite the gagging sounds she made and how obviously she was choking on it. Even as her eyes teared up and started streaming down her cheeks, she just pushed herself down harder and harder. Incredibly, Nyara's medial ring bumped in between the girl's lips, and she just kept on going, swallowing that as well, until she was nearly at Nyara's base, with the entire enormity of that horse cock jammed inside her.

Even though Yanna could apparently go deeper than Stellie, it seemed she couldn't keep it up for as long. After just a couple moments of attempting to bob her head up and down the thick shaft, she finally gave up and pulled herself back. She gasped and coughed the moment Nyara's tip came free, doubling over and drooling onto the plush carpet between her master's feet.

The next girl seemed to take that as her cue. She gently nudged Yanna out of the way and took her place. "My name is Petunia, and I live to pleasure my mistress." The palest lavender and with darker lavender hair, Petunia was obviously the youngest of the bunch. She stood nearly a head shorter than the rest, and her body still retained some of its child-like proportions. Her barely-budding breasts were hardly even visible under her silky fur.

Nyara wasn't quite sure about accepting the pleasure of a girl this_young ... until she started actually receiving it. Petunia practically attached herself to Nyara's cock, slathering her tongue all over the top third of it while she hugged the rest close to her soft little body, rubbing her hands up and down the back of it while she rubbed her sweet little belly against the front. A few moments later, one of the girl's hands wandered down and started working on her own pussy as she dedicated herself completely to Nyara's cock. She was _really enjoying this!

It was a shockingly effective technique, good enough to make Nyara's vision go a little hazy around the edges. Whatever this girl was, she wasn't as innocent as she looked, not even close! The little girl just threw herself into it, giving Nyara's cock everything she had.

Of course, it was over all too soon.

"That's enough," Stellie said, causing Petunia to stand back up. "We mustn't have Mistress expending herself on any of our mouths before she's gone through the most important part of the welcome ceremony!"

In very quick and surprisingly orderly fashion, all eight girls bustled over to stand in line in front of a pair of couches along the far wall. As one, they all turned around, bent over at their waists, and lifted their tails.

For a long moment, all Nyara could do was sit in her chair and stare at the smorgasbord of tender young pussy cats on display just for her. Each and every one of them was perfectly pert, their supple little pussy lips bulging out between exquisitely curved ass cheeks. It was enough to take her breath away.

Stellie looked over her shoulder at Nyara. "If it would please you, Mistress, we are ready for you to sample our bodies."

Oh, right. They expected her to actually do_something, didn't they? Well, she was hardly in the mood to reject their offer, now was she? Her borrowed cock still raged tremblingly hard in front of her, making her nearly drool at the idea of sinking it into one of those adorable little slits on display for her. Into any of them. Into _all of them. The only pity was that she couldn't have all of them at once. Sadly, she only had the one cock. She'd have to remember to ask Gestalt if the spell could be performed multiple times, giving her more than one to work with.

For now, though, she'd just work her way down the line, as the girls no doubt intended. Farthest on the left was Stellie, and Nyara couldn't think of a better girl to start out with.

When she came up behind Stellie, the cat girl seemed to have anticipated the choice. She grinned to herself before turning back to face the wall, stretching her back out in a supple arch that made her little ass stick out even more.

Nyara lined her new cock up behind Stellie's pussy, marveling at just how small the girl looked compared to that huge shaft that was about to go inside her. Would it even fit?

Stellie gasped slightly as the tip touched her warm, already-wet pussy lips.

Though she didn't make any sound, Nyara mentally readied herself as well. This was sort of like losing another kind of virginity. Even though she'd been thoroughly deflowered long before today, she'd never done anything like this before. She'd never had a cock before, so of course she'd never known what it was like to push her cock into a willing kitty's pussy. Well, no time like the present to find out...

Letting out the deep breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, Nyara nudged her hips forward. The tip of her cock pressed against Stellie's pussy lips, but it didn't open them wide enough to slip inside, not yet. That needed more pressure, a surprising amount of pressure - more than Nyara would have thought.

But eventually the little cat girl's pussy gave in, stretched open wide enough to accept the massive girth, and welcomed her new mistress. Once the broad tip was in, the rest flowed easily. Nyara moaned girlishly to herself as she felt the spine-tingling sensation of her cock nestling into a tight, warm pussy for the very first time. This was ... this was incredible! It already felt as good as anything she'd ever gotten on the receiving end of things, and this was just the beginning! She gripped Stellie's pert little ass cheeks, one in each hand, and slowly, deliberately, hilted herself inside the girl. Nyara's huge balls pressed up against the little girl's clit and more than filled the gap between her thighs. The little cat girl was stuffed absolutely full, and for the first time in her life, Nyara knew what it felt like to have every inch of a massive cock swimming in the slick warm juices of an eager girl's pussy.

She'd barely gotten a couple thrusts in before she started to feel a distinct, tingling pressure at the base of her balls. It was something she'd never felt before, but it was just barely similar enough to a certain other feeling that she could guess what it meant: if she wasn't careful, she'd end up cumming soon.

And with seven more girls to go, that wouldn't do at all. As much as she enjoyed feeling Stellie wrapped around her shaft, she knew she'd better be moving on if she meant to fulfill the ceremony's requirements and sample each and every one of them.

When she pulled out of Stellie's pussy, the girl let out a pitiful little whimper ... but the next girl in line, the blonde-haired Sophia, gave a little whine of anticipation.

This time, Nyara didn't hesitate. She pushed forward with the now-practiced level of force, and the tip of her cock squeezed its way in between Sophia's pristine pussy lips, aided by the lingering traces of Stellie's juices.

Sophia's entrance was a little bit tighter than Stellie's, but this new girl was softer and warmer on the inside, making it feel like the tip of her cock was swimming in a warm sea of pleasure, with the gripping ring of the girl's tight-stretched pussy lips around her base.

Once again, though, she couldn't afford to give more than a couple thrusts before moving on to the next girl. Sophia didn't protest when the length of Nyara's shaft slid out of her. She seemed to take it much more philosophically than Stellie had.

All the girls had lined up in the same order they introduced themselves to her; that included Allana and Ellena. While Nyara had been with the previous two girls, these two had managed to stack themselves one on top of the other, the orange Ellena on top and the buff-colored Allana underneath. Their two lovely little pussies were as close to each other as could be.

For just a moment, Nyara was confused ... but then she realized what these two intended. They meant to share her, just as they had with their mouths ... or at least as well as they could, since she could really only be inside one of them at once. At random, Nyara chose Allana first, bending her knees slightly in order to get her cock a little lower and in position. As she began pressing her length into the girl, Allana curled halfway around and pulled Ellena's head down towards hers.

Seeing the two girls kissing in front of her like that only inflamed Nyara's appetites even more. Before she'd even managed to get all the way inside Allana, she pulled back out, her cock coming free with a little pop, and repositioned herself to take Ellena instead.

Ellena moaned into her partner's mouth as Nyara's cock spread the other girl's pussy juices inside her, mixing the two. This time, Nyara stayed long enough to get her entire length inside ... but only that. When she pulled back for another thrust, she instead pulled all the way out and plunged back into Allana instead.

The two girls' kisses only grew more desperate as Allana now got a dose of her friend's pussy juices inside her. Again, Nyara pulled all the way out instead of thrusting in and out, returning to Ellena's pussy. Unlike the previous girls, these two felt so much alike that she was sure she wouldn't be able to tell the two of them apart if she was blindfolded. All that mattered was the wondrous feeling of their tight little pussies straining to contain the massive girth of her borrowed horse cock.

When she pulled out to switch back to Allana, though, something else caught her eye. Or some_one_, rather. Minkie was next in line, and she was obviously growing a bit impatient. She wiggled her ass back and forth, her tail flicking high above and her pussy dripping below.

With a reminder like that, how could Nyara fail to move on? Minkie and the three other girls were still waiting on her, after all, and it was important to do this ceremony properly, wasn't it?

Minkie didn't wait for Nyara to push her cock inside. As soon as she felt the tip of it touch her pussy lips, she pressed herself backward, engulfing Nyara's cock in one smooth stroke that took her in all the way to the sheath.

Nyara just shivered and groaned to herself, trying to remain standing. Minkie wasn't nearly as tight as the others had been, but she made up for it with a marvelous ability to move on the inside. She was doing something with her muscles deep inside that made it feel like she was massaging and milking Nyara's cock, even though neither of them were moving on the outside. Nyara just shuddered in place as she let the shockingly talented girl do her thing.

Oh yes, she'd _definitely_be coming back to this one ... eventually. But for now, she still had a few more to get a taste of. Reluctantly, Nyara pulled out of Minkie's pussy. Minkie didn't make it easy, trying to follow Nyara backward and keep her inside, but when Nyara held the girl's ass still and pulled back, Minkie finally relented.

The next in line was Zula, with her all-pink colors and her bodice. Remembering how this girl had pleasured just her tip when introducing herself, Nyara decided to use only the tip this time with her as well. It took a lot of restraint, but when she pushed her cock inside the pink cat girl, she paused just after initially slipping between those beautiful little pussy lips.

Once she realized what was going on, though, Zula began to whine piteously and needfully, growing louder and louder the longer Nyara contented herself with just the girl's entrance and nothing more.

In the end, Nyara gave in and plunged her slickened cock _all_the way inside, just for a moment, before moving on to the next girl. Zula's desperate cries had just been too much to ignore ... and now that Nyara had given the girl what she wanted, Zula's moans of satisfaction made it all worth it. Even when she pulled out of the girl and moved on, Zula still stayed there, lying against the couch and moaning softly as she fingered herself.

Yanna looked over her shoulder at Nyara, just like Stellie had. She didn't say anything, though, not even when Nyara quite roughly jammed her cock into the girl's willing pussy.

No, Yanna just stared back, grinning to herself as her red hair swished back and forth and fell into her face. That grin had an obvious message: 'I can take anything you can dish out!' For her own part, Nyara was ready to put that to the test. After restraining herself so much with Zula, it felt good to let herself go and pound this next girl as deep and as hard as she cared to.

And throughout it all, Yanna didn't let out so much as a whimper. Her eyes _did_drift into a bit of an erotic bliss, but she kept eye contact the whole time and took it like a champ, no matter how hard Nyara gave it to her.

When it was time to move on to the last girl in the line, Nyara was ready for a break from all that rough work. She used her hand to flick the tip of her cock up and down over Petunia's lavender pussy lips, looking forward to a more relaxing time with the youngest girl.

Petunia surprised her, though, by being the only one other than Stellie to say anything. "Um... I would not presume to request any special treatment from you, Mistress, but I'm ... I'm a virgin."

Nyara paused just as she was about to shove her cock inside the tiny girl. "Really?" That was entirely unexpected. If her father - and any friends he deigned to invite - hadn't been taking advantage of her, why was she even here? Sure, she'd been quite skilled and eager with that blowjob of hers, but this was something different entirely. "Are you sure you want to go through with this then? You don't have to."

"Yes!" she cried out as if hurt. "Of course I do! I've been training for years, preparing myself for my mistress. Stellie says I'm finally ready. Just please, um... I know it's not proper for me to ask this, but..."

"You'd like me to be gentle with you?"

Petunia buried her face against the soft cushions of the couch to hide her blush, but she still managed to nod slightly. "Yes, Mistress. If it pleases you."

Slowly, ever so carefully, Nyara pushed her cock forward, just _barely_edging a tiny bit of her tip inside the girl's dripping-wet - and apparently never before touched - pussy. "Yes," she whispered as it slipped just a tiny fraction farther in. "It pleases me very much."

Cautiously nudging her oversized cock into Petunia's little virgin pussy took more time than Nyara had spent with all the other girls combined, but it was worth every moment of it. The girl must have been trained quite well, because other than a few sharp breaths now and again, she took the enormous cock like a real professional. Even though the girth of it stretched her petite pussy wide, she never gave a single complaint, not even when Nyara hilted herself inside.

Once there, Nyara paused for a long moment, savoring the feeling of being the very first to feel the inside of this adorable little kitty's pussy. More than any of the other girls, Petunia felt like a little sleeve she could slip over the massive cock, as if her borrowed cock was bigger than the girl and Petunia was just wrapped around it. She was so tight - tighter than any of the others by far. Nyara wasn't sure she could move if she wanted to. But more than anything, she just wanted to feel Petunia's secret warmth squeezing in all around her shaft, as if she was feeling the very essence of Petunia's virginity flowing away.

After a few barely-moving thrusts, Nyara carefully withdrew her cock. She still vividly remembered her own first time, and she wished that the big cat she'd been with that time had been this gentle with her back then. Petunia would surely blossom into a confident and sensuous young woman soon, but for now, Nyara would take extra care to be gentle with this girl in particular. She could so easily be scarred for life and ruined as a harem girl. Only a fool would risk damaging something so precious.

"I hope that's not all of the ceremony," Nyara said once she'd finally pulled all the way out of Petunia's tiny pussy, leaving it slightly gaping. "I have to presume there's a satisfactory ending planned?"

All the girls gathered around her, with Stellie front and center. The leader of the girls looked up at Nyara and grinned smugly. "Just one more thing, Mistress. You've been introduced to us, you've sampled us... Now you need to claim us as your own."

"And how do I do that?"

"That's why your cum is so essential. Just lie back on this cushion and let us do the rest."

Nyara let herself be guided down to a low cushion on the floor, one barely wide enough to lie on. The girls of the harem still surrounded her but now they began to take their positions strategically. Unsurprisingly, this put most of them nearer the foot of the impromptu bed than the head of it.

Stellie was the first to take action, climbing up on top of Nyara and straddling the big horse cock between her thighs. Without a moment's hesitation, she dropped herself down on it, plunging it back inside her pussy ... along with the juices of each and every other girl from the harem.

She didn't go all the way down, though, taking barely a quarter of Nyara's impressive length, even though it obviously took quite a bit of effort for her to remain in that position.

The reason soon became clear. Four more of the girls - Yanna, Zula, Allana, and Ellena _all_converged around her cock, licking and stroking every bit of it that they could reach. Their tongues and fingers often overlapped, but they just let it happen, licking each other almost as often as they licked her cock. Minkie guided Sophia along with her to the space left open between Nyara's legs, and Nyara soon knew why when she felt two mouths on her balls - one tickling tongue and suckling pair of lips for each of the big, heavy orbs. Already, Nyara felt like every part of her was swimming in pleasure ... but there was one girl left.

Petunia, the smallest of the bunch, squeezed her way in between Sophia and Minkie. Only she could have fit in that tight space, but she managed to make it through. And thanks to the other two girls paying close attention to Nyara's balls and keeping them out of the way, Petunia was able to go down below them, nuzzling up to Nyara's neglected - and now soaking-wet - pussy.

Nyara gave a little whimper of pleasure when she felt Petunia's tongue questing against her pussy lips. If she had felt like she was swimming in pleasure a moment ago, fully immersed in it, now the pleasure flowed inside her as well. In and out, it felt like there wasn't a single part of her body that didn't overflow with erotic energy. It coursed through every part of her and became a part of her. The blissful feeling wasn't something that was happening to her, it was her.

Of course, things didn't last long in that state of affairs, especially not after all the stimulation she'd already been given.

Her borrowed horse cock flared wide just inside Stellie's pussy, sealing tight around the girl's inner walls. There was just enough time for Stellie to cry out, "Yes! Claim us! Make us yours!" before the dam broke.

The first enormous spurt of cum shot straight up into Stellie's pussy, painting the girl white from the inside out. But only the first. Once she'd been properly claimed, Stellie wasn't greedy. She lifted herself up just high enough for Nyara's tip to pop free and press against her pussy lips. The next surge of cum sprayed out from between those innocent-looking pussy lips, raining down on the four girls around Nyara's shaft. All four of them stopped what they were doing, instead lifting their heads up and sticking out their tongues, eagerly letting the deluge of cum fall down into their waiting mouths.

More and more came as those four girls bathed themselves in the white fountain. Nyara gave herself over to it, her senses rolling awash in the dual orgasm. Would her pussy always cum at the same moment her cock did, or did that only happen because of little Petunia's efforts down there? Either way, the two girls tending to her balls were only extending matters, milking wave after wave of cum out of them, even enough so that each of them got a taste of it as it dripped all the way down to their mouths.

By the time Nyara's first male orgasm finally ended, she was as drenched in cum as most of the girls were. As they all separated and disentangled themselves, it became clear that the only one who didn't have her face - or pussy - spattered with white was Petunia.

Shyly, the little girl rose up to her knees between Nyara's outstretched legs. "Um, Mistress, is it okay if I...?"

Nyara took a deep breath. Then another. Her whole body shook, but she managed to force the words out: "Of course, little one." The pussy juices all over Petunia's face would probably have been 'claim' enough by any reasonable standard, but the ceremony did call for being claimed with semen, after all.

Petunia didn't go for the thick smears of cum on Nyara's belly or thighs as Nyara had expected, though. Instead Petunia went for the very tip of her cock, holding it's slippery length in her hands as she milked it up and down, her tongue poised at the very tip. After just a moment, she received the reward she'd been working for. A tiny bit of leftover cum beaded up at the tip, and Petunia quickly lapped it up. She had such an adorable little smile on her face as she visibly rolled the flavor around on her tongue and then reverently swallowed it.

"It's official, then," Stellie said the moment Petunia opened her mouth again. "The harem is yours."

Nyara took a deep breath, just trying to recover from what had ended up being more of an ordeal than she'd expected it to be. She certainly wouldn't be ready to go again any time soon, but... "Do you think we could do this again sometime?"

"Of course, Mistress. Any time it pleases you. As we all vowed, we live to pleasure you." Stellie smiled and wiped a bit of cum off of her pussy lips, licking her finger clean in true cat fashion. "For now though, perhaps I could tempt you to join us in the showers? The big hot tub is more luxurious, but the showers are better for actually getting clean, and there's room enough inside for all of us."

Nyara looked down at herself and at the thick layer of cum soaking into her soft belly fur. "Yes... Yes, that would be lovely."

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