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This story was written for AusBattler. It contains tickling and bondage related fun, and sexual acts between multiple consenting adults. ^^

Becoming the Royal Tickle-Pet - Part Two

It had been over half a year since the night that Josh had spent at the royal palace, and though he thought about it every day and every evening before bed without fail, there were moments when golden labrador couldn't help but wonder if it had all been some exceptionally vivid dream, or a wild fantasy that had gotten so out of hand his conscious mind had adopted it as a memory. Most of the time though Josh was able to convince himself that it had in fact happened, and on those occasions he found himself staring off into space with a dazed smile upon his face, unable to believe how lucky he had been to experience such joys even if just for one night. And to think that he had shared them with the Queen, never mind her beautiful lady in waiting. The labrador shuddered, and he blushed as within his britches he felt a definite stirring.

Looking around, Josh sighed with relief. He was all alone in the forest. All alone on this pleasant afternoon walk, and thus he allowed himself a little leeway. He let himself think a little longer on everything he had experienced, everything that he had seen and heard and felt that night as he lay tied up and squealing in laughter at the mercy of his apparently tickle-loving sovereign. Even now, many months removed from that night, he giggled bashfully at the very memory of her silk-clad fingers digging into the arches of his feet and the backs of his knees and that sweet spot under his chin. His toes curled down against the cool, crisp leaf litter, and just as Josh was about to reach down and idly but delightedly grope at his own now much more eagerly stirring crotch...

"W-wha?!"

The dog yelped sharply as he was drawn rapidly out of his reverie by a pair of hands wrapping around him from behind, hooking around his belly and spinning him around on the spot while the figure in question remained out of sight behind him. They let go a moment later, and Josh stumbled forward half in a panic and half furious at himself for being so caught off guard, so lost in his own self-indulgent remembrances that he had been snuck up on just minutes after making a point of checking to ensure that he was alone. He didn't let his frustrations consume him though, regaining his balance and turning on the spot, planting his feet in a firm self-defence stance. He might have been surprised, but his assailant had failed to take advantage of their momentary advantage, and now they would learn once and for all that as sweet and soft and vulnerable as Josh could be, he was far from helpless if given the chance to show it.

After just a second though, as soon as Josh had entered his defensive position and a fraction of an instant after setting eyes upon the brown cloaked figure now facing him in return, crouched low in a preparatory stance of their own, the labrador saw something. He saw a lock of red hair dangling down over the shadow-cast face of the figure. A lock of red hair that was unmistakable in whom it belonged to, and one which by its very presence set Josh right back at ease. He remained in that same stance, but all the tension left his posture. The other figure clearly saw this, for they relaxed too, and a moment later a soft giggle escaped the cloak-wrapped form while Josh warmly addressed them.

"Good afternoon, Lady Brianna. It's wonderful to see you again."

He shifted his current position into a gracious bow, and his beaming smile grew wider as the figure before him giggled once again, then lifted two pale furred hands to the sides of her cloak and threw back her hood to reveal a lush, full-bodied crop of curly, flaming red hair atop the black spotted features of a gorgeous and indeed all too familiar dalmatian. The Lady in waiting of the Queen herself, and the third person who had been there throughout that long and wonderful night over six months prior, to see and to share everything which Josh had done, and indeed which had been done in abundance to him.

Still grinning, Josh's eyes grew wider and flickered with curiosity as the dalmatian said nothing but maintained her combat-ready pose and began to slowly circle him. He chuckled and did the same, only for his breath to catch in his throat as she reached for the clasp of her cloak, unfastened it, and let it fall away from her body to reveal not a bountiful and beautiful dress beneath, but a tightly fitted, tailored outfit that would have been much more traditionally worn by a man. More than that though, the shirt and britches she was wearing were not for show. They were not flashy or ornate, but utilitarian to the point that they looked almost designed with combat in mind. Josh raised an eyebrow towards Brianna, but her only response was to giggle and raise one of her own right back. They circled around one another again, and again, slowly getting closer all the while and feeling the tension ramp up again, though much more playfully now that the formerly cloaked figure's identity was known. Neither of them spoke, neither clarified what they were doing or what was going to come of this playfully pre-emptive sparring, but somehow at almost the exact same moment, both labrador and dalmatian sprang into action.

Lunging at one another, they grappled and attempted to pin the other dog. Josh had seen and felt first hand the strength behind Brianna's plump body in their last more intimate encounter, but he was still shocked by the sheer physical prowess she displayed as she lifted him off the ground then dropped him again, sweeping out a leg and knocking his suddenly unsteady feet out from under him. He tumbled to the ground, and no sooner had the giggling, grinning woman pinned him down, he felt her lips on his. The kiss was sharp, savage, feverish in its passion, but to Josh's dismay it only lasted a few moments. She pulled up and away from his own receptive lips, and as Josh strained and fought to secure another smooch before Brianna could move her muzzle any further away from his, that was when the dalmatian struck even more deviously.

"Nnnhahahahahhaaaaaahhhhhh!!"

Josh's legs flailed, feet kicking out in a sudden, helpless frenzy as just when he was fully stretched and wholly exposed in pursuit of that kiss, the dalmatian started to tickle his flanks. Her fingers dug firmly into his sides through his thin shirt, and with the expertise of someone who had dealt with this unbearably ticklish individual before it took just seconds for her to transform Josh from an eager sparring partner to a howling, shrieking mass of flailing limbs. She could quite easily have kept him in that state much longer than she did, but after ten or fifteen seconds or so of intensive tickling Brianna paused so that she could lean in and steal another kiss, only to squeal with delight when inevitably Josh used that momentary respite to roll the dalmatian over, pin her to the ground in turn, and commence a ticklish revenge assault of his very own.

The forest rang out with their laughter as the two dogs wrestled and cavorted around light-heartedly for quite some time, sometimes just rolling over and over in the leaf-litter as they tickled and cuddled and kissed in equal quantities and other times springing back to their feet to circle and play up the idea of actually sparring once again. On several occasions one of the pair ended up chasing the other through the forest, darting between trees with arms outstretched and fingers wiggling at their shrieking, laughing opponent, only to eventually tackle them to the ground and mercilessly deliver on what their paws had promised, yet more ticklish attacks being applied to flanks, necks, underarms, and of course on the rare occasion that their positioning allowed it the bare soles and paw-pads of one another's feet.

After several of those bouts of chasing though, their running and laughing and tickling became more focused in its intended destination. At points they were holding hands and just running side by side before breaking off and resuming the chase once more, or lunging at one another and wrestling the other dog to the ground for more wonderfully shrill squeals of ticklish laughter and murmurs of playful kissing. Finally though Josh and Brianna arrived at the destination to which they had been eagerly leading one another. A place they each seemed independently familiar with, and which they were delighted to see their companion equally excited about visiting.

The lush trees of the forest gave way to a sun-lit clearing, and almost dead centre within that clearing, there rested a small pool fed by a spring welling up from within the ground. Its water spilled out into a stream which even in the summer heat still flowed, albeit lazily southward out of the clearing, keeping the water of the pool moving just enough to avoid stagnation. Thus the pool was both crystal clear, and as both Josh and Brianna seemed to know as they looked at one another with bashfulness and hope in equal measure, deliciously warmed by the summer sun. Perfect for a relaxing dip, free from the prying eyes of the civilised world far back at the edges of the forest, and indeed entirely free from clothes.

Though they had felt their hands run all over one another in their myriad ticklish attacks of the last little while, touching and teasing in ways that might have looked like much more than just innocent tickling to an outside observer, and indeed felt that way too, both the dalmatian and labrador found themselves red faced as they began to disrobe. A whole new wave of giggles escaped both of them as they slipped off their shirts button by button, with Josh gently helping Brianna out of her firmly laced corset and the Lady in waiting returning the favour by assisting Josh with his belt. The male dog shuddered and panted as he felt one of the dalmatian's hands on his belt as expected, but the other fell a little lower and found itself pressing rather firmly against the noted bulge in his crotch. He whined happily as she squeezed at his still contained arousal, crimson cheeked at her direct contact with it despite having felt it rub against her body multiple times as they wrestled around. At least Josh was able to get some revenge however when he cast Brianna's corset aside and laid his hands upon the curves of her beautiful body, on the ample rise of her chest, and soon upon the firm, rigid nipples resting at their peaks.

"O-oh..."

She gasped, blushing deeply herself but arching her back and pushing her chest forward into the labrador's touch.

"I missed this. Missed your hands. Your lips. The Queen did too. She does, still."

Their britches fell. Soon they stood naked beside the pool. Hands wandering. Hugging, touching, squeezing, giving the occasional lingering tickle as their noses bumped, lips teased and tongues darted forward to lap tenderly at the other dog's face. Amongst that tenderness, Josh murmured back to Brianna.

"I wish I were of nobler blood, so I would have reason to visit the palace. Reason to visit the Queen and her Lady. To show them, to prove to them first-hand how much I missed them too."

Brianna quaked as Josh's hand fell between her legs. Before he could do more than graze her swollen clitoris just once though, she placed one of her own hands upon his wrist, to stay his paw from further motion and thus further stimulation. She gasped. She trembled and blushed, and looked Josh deep in the eye to assure him that she adored his touch and that there was a part of her, a big part of her that did not want it to end. However, another moment later the dalmatian ever so gently eased his hand away from her body's most intimate reaches, and addressed him again in a somewhat more serious, sombre tone.

"We would love that. The Queen... Violet, and I. We would cherish your presence. Especially now, w-when even she, ruler of this beautiful land of ours, faces such stress and worry each day."

Josh's eyes widened. He held Brianna closer.

"The Queen is troubled? By what?"

Brianna looked for a second or so as though she was going to shake her head, to refuse to speak of it either because it was too painful to speak of, or because it was simply too private to be shared with anyone beyond the court. As soon as Josh nuzzled up against her one more time though, and looked deep into her eyes with his wide, soulful hues, she sighed and glanced to the pool beside them.

"Come, Josh. Join me in the water. Hold me close, a-and... and comfort me, tell me that hope yet remains, as I tell you of the thorn growing daily in our dear Queen's side."

Thus, they did just that. Josh and Brianna slipped into the warm water, and as the labrador embraced and cuddled the dalmatian from behind, his erection resting against the plump cheeks of her ass but making no move to advance any further than reminding her of its presence with the occasional twitch, the Queen's Lady began to speak.

"It's... it's Sir Boris. You met him before. The Knight at Arms. He... I don't think he's planning a Coup or anything so vile as that, but with that being said what he is doing is almost worse. He has taken to disrespecting the Queen's authority at any and every opportunity. Going out on his own time to the towns and villages around the palace to harass, punish and sometimes even extort the common folk for the most insignificant things that he considers breaches of impropriety. When the Queen confronts him about it after learning of it, he just smirks and says he was using his best judgement in her absence. He apologises without the slightest shred of sincerity, and even when the Queen is present he still pushes his luck, still shows his disregard for her position when she is around. After all, he is her Knight at Arms. The one meant to be defending her from those who might threaten her. I-if Violet... if the Queen cannot rely upon him to be an honourable defender of this realm's virtues, then who is she meant to turn to?"

The more she said, the tighter Josh held her. The more she spoke of the Knight at Arms and his vile deeds, the more Josh's arousal faded until while still cuddling up against Brianna with deep care and affection, his shaft lay flaccid and unmoving beneath the water. By the time she fell silent, he could hear her sniffling and even though his hand was wet as he lifted one arm out of the water, he could feel the tears on her cheek as he wiped them away. Gently the labrador turned the dalmatian around within his embrace until they were face to face, and once again he kissed her. Not just adoringly. Not just with all the warmth and compassion and playful delight that their brief but wild times together had given life to, but with reassurance. With the hope that Brianna herself had longed to feel stirred from deep within. He kissed her gently at first, but as she began to respond while still shaking with emotion, still weeping as she stared pleadingly, haggardly almost into the labrador's eyes, harder. Deeper. He kissed her until they were both breathless, and until they knew that if they did not stop kissing at that very moment, nothing would keep their arousal from stirring once again, and driving them to acts which would have been comforting for sure, but in that moment born not of the simple desire to share in one another, so much as it would have been a way to escape from these more dark and dreary thoughts of the reality they knew they had to face.

"I... I pray that the Queen, and her Lady, find deliverance from this intolerable situation."

Josh panted as he pulled away from Brianna, their cheeks mutually flushed and their eyes wide with a mixture of strained, sincere emotion and restrained, selfish lust.

"And, should yourself and the Queen ever visit my village again in the company of Sir Boris, I swear to you I will do everything I can to keep my friends and fellow folk safe from his ire."

Brianna smiled gratefully, but held Josh all the tighter as she rested her forehead against his.

"Do not put yourself at risk, Josh. Though our time together overall has been brief, y-you... you and your heavenly laughter, your smile, your ticklish squirming..."

For just a second her fingertips caressed Josh's flanks in an all too ticklish manner, and the calm pool of water erupted in a brief frenzy of splashing as the labrador squealed and Brianna collapsed into a fit of the giggles. They both sobered up again before long though, and the muted sincerity returned to Brianna's face as the dalmatian considered the situation at hand once again.

"You mean too much to me. Too much to the Queen, to see you harmed by Boris, or by anyone else. So please, Josh. Please, be safe."

Though they never said as much, both Josh and Brianna could see the afternoon sun beginning to fall in the sky, and thus they knew their time together was at an end. They still had a little time together, crawling out of the pool and lying flat on the grass side by side to let the remaining sunlight beating down upon the clearing dry them off, hand in hand all the while. Once they were dried however, and once they dressed themselves anew without succumbing to the temptation of further tickling, they fell into each other's arms for one last embrace before parting ways and headed back to their respective homes.

"Please..."

Before he parted from the dalmatian's embrace though, Josh's hands boldly fell to her rounded rump, and drew her tight against his body as his arousal stirred once more, letting her feel it as he kissed her deeply again.

"...g-give this to the Queen, from me. A gift, a memory of what we shared, and an assurance that my feelings for her have not changed."

He murmured breathlessly when his tongue withdrew, his lips pulled back from Brianna's own, and they stood there trembling, blushing and holding each other desperately tight some two minutes later. The dalmatian giggled, blushed, nodded... but in her eyes Josh could see a momentary sorrow that this most passionate of kisses had not been for her in any way. He didn't feel guilty though, for that kiss had never in his mind been the last they would share that afternoon.

"And... Brianna?"

He murmured, the beautiful and noble Lady still red faced as she regarded him curiously once more.

"Tonight as I lie in bed and think of your hands on me, tickling, touching, making me laugh so uncontrollably and with such joy... know that I shall be praising whatever Gods may be present to listen, that they gave us even a single moment more together. Your presence is a gift to me that I could not have dreamed of."

He kissed her again, but this time wholly and completely for her. He felt her body shaking against his, and it took every ounce of Josh's willpower to pull away from her as he felt the last of the air he'd saved up being consumed within his lungs some two minutes later. All his resolve not to pull her clothes off once again, lay down with her in the grass and the now slowly fading afternoon sun, and make love to her until neither one of them were capable of worrying about the Knight at Arms, or indeed anything for a brief while, any longer.

He did resist, though. And soon, after a few false starts and giggling, whimpering dashes back into each other's arms after parting by only a few feet, they bid one another a final farewell, and headed respectively homeward once again.

***********

Just a matter of days later, Josh emerged from his home to sounds of a commotion in the village beyond. He wasn't sure what to expect. A drunkard belligerently being tossed out of the tavern for inappropriately addressing a bar-maid, perhaps. The village blacksmith berating the village baker once again for the fact that two years ago now their daughters had run away together, leaving the village and their intended husbands behind to instead live for their true loves; one another. There were any number of small town problems that could have been the cause, thus the labrador was caught wholly and completely off guard when instead of any of those things, what he saw marching through the centre of the village towards his property was nothing more or less than the entire royal retinue, up to and including the Queen herself.

Almost choking with anticipation as he gasped in wonder, Josh was about to race forward to greet the Queen when he remembered that despite their intimate relationship and his recent rekindling of it with Brianna, no-one else outside of the Queen's immediate court knew of what they had shared. Thus while he did step forward, he did so not to rush up and greet her with any degree of familiarity, but to join the crowd as they watched her and her entourage gathering in the village square, nearby the same pillory where Violet had first met Josh that half a year prior.

It soon became clear the reason for the Queen's visit, and Josh blushed deeply as her eyes surveyed the crowd and lingered pointedly upon him as she shared that reason with everyone.

"As you know I have diverted some crucial funds to restore your village's old hall into an orphanage, so that children from the surrounding area who find themselves tragically having lost their parents can have a place to live and prosper, to learn a trade and hopefully find a new family. I am here to announce that work on this project will begin next week, and that I wish to hire each and every willing, able craftsperson in the village to be a part of the project. One which would not have been possible were I not certain of the good, kind hearted spirit I know for sure that the people of this village possess."

The village cheered, every voice in unanimous applause at this royal boon bestowed personally upon each and every one of them. Indeed, throughout the entire village square there was only one figure who did not cheer, even the Queen herself and her entourage with her clapping politely not for themselves, but in congratulation to all those in the village who would find their careers measurably boosted by having a royal client upon their books. It was, of course, the Knight at Arms. Sir Boris had kept to the background until that point, so much so that truly Josh had barely given his presence a thought, but as soon as one person noticed his lack of a response to the Queen's proclamation, murmurs started. Fingers pointed, whispering nervously about his obvious disrespect towards their monarch.

Indeed the stirring grew so swiftly that before long even the Queen herself could not help but notice, and when she turned her gaze towards where all those shocked and frustrated fingers were nervously pointing, the vixen scowled and cleared her throat sharply to attract the Knight's attention. She shot him a warning glance, and to Josh's horror, the Knight just scowled back at her, showing absolute disrespect not just to his Queen, but in front of hundreds of her loving subjects. Worst of all, there seemed to be no-one to defend her, for that job belonged to the Knight at Arms himself, and if any of his subordinates did indeed feel as aggrieved by his actions as Josh, they were clearly too afraid of reprisal to say as much.

One look in the Queen's eyes though, at the hurt, the frustration, the rage within her gaze as she audibly chided the Knight for his disrespect only for him to scoff and roll his eyes, and Josh knew he had to say something. He knew he had to let the Queen know, to let the whole village know that such slights against their ruler could not go unchallenged.

"Does the man charged with protecting not only the Queen's life, but her dignity and honour have so little honour of his own that he would mock her kindness and charity?"

The Knight at Arms' head wheeled around, and one gauntleted fist clenched at his side.

"Who said that? What scheming, grasping peasant believes that they are entitled to the proceeds from the royal coffers under the guise of charity? You would squander it. Waste it. Gold is best spent only by the upper classes. Those of us who possess the intellect to appreciate it and the finer things which it can bring."

The Queen scowled.

"Sir Boris, I will not have you behaving this way. You do not speak for the crown. Pray be silent, now."

The tiger rounded on the Queen almost violently, and for a moment, just a moment, Josh saw a couple of the other knights in his retinue put hands upon swords as though they genuinely thought they might have to defend the Queen from their own boss. He did not touch her though. He simply leaned in close, raised the visor of his helm, and growled to the Queen.

"You would deny me my right to speak freely, Queen Violet? Nay, for these feelings are mine to express, and share them I shall. And permit no rebuke against them from the unwashed masses."

With that, he turned around again, and began to lurch towards the villagers. Towards Josh.

The others fled.

He did not. He didn't flee as the Knight grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward hard enough for the material to tear. He didn't struggle as the Knight dragged him across the square to one of the village water pumps, and he did not do anything to try and escape the consequences of his own actions as the Knight at Arms flung him down into a muddy puddle by the pump, and laughed triumphantly.

"You see? This is whose opinions you would listen to over mine, my Queen? The great, filthy, unwashed..."

He began to walk back towards her, taking off his helmet as he triumphantly monologued while sneering in genuine disgust at the rest of the villagers still gathered in stunned, horrified awe around the scene. Sir Boris never got to finish whatever statement he was trying to make though, for a second later a thick clod of wet, sloppy mud impacted against the side of his face, and splattered all across the left side of his features.

Whirling around with sword suddenly in hand, the Knight roared in rage as he saw Josh standing in the puddle, trembling in rage and terror at what he had just done, but standing firm with one hand still dripping with mud. Before Sir Boris could lunge back towards the labrador however, Josh cried out basically the one thing that could have saved his life in that moment.

"Your conduct is unbecoming of a Gentleman, never mind a Knight, Sir. And if you wish to handle this the way the upper classes handle their problems, then so be it, Knave. I... I challenge you to a duel."

The Knight's eyes bulged, first in fury, then in mirth. He laughed boldly, brashly, then turned away without a word and began to walk off. Just as Josh was about to reach down for another clod of earth however, Sir Boris did finally call back over his shoulder.

"A duel it is. The palace. Tomorrow, noon."

He snapped his fingers towards his fellow knights.

"Come, men. We should go train. I'm sure this duel will be a... real challenge."

The tiger snorted with mirth, but paused as his fellow soldiers hesitated. He glared at them, and one of them murmured nervously.

"S-Sir, we... the Queen. We are sworn to prote-..."

"You are sworn to obey me. Now follow. And if the Queen wishes protection, then she can be a good girl and follow too."

The knights looked aghast, but to Josh's frustration, they did follow their leader. And to his even greater dismay, the rest of the Queen's entourage began to usher her on after him despite her visible protests. Their eyes met. He saw tears in hers. He saw her staring at him, assuring him wordlessly that if she could, she would stay. That if she could she would change all of this. But in that moment, she seemed to truly not know whether her power was such that if she asked for the Knight at Arms' arrest... his men would actually do it, or turn on her, and dethrone her in an instant. Thus, looking meek and terrified and so much not like the powerful ruler and amazing person Josh knew her to be, she followed in the Knight's wake. Leaving Josh standing alone and trembling as some of the other villagers came up to him to offer their support, and leaving him wondering just how the hell he was going to survive what he had gotten himself into.

***********

Noon the next day came far faster than the number of hours between the announcement of the duel and then seemed as though it should have.

In the centre of the palace's courtyard, packed with nobility, court servants and indeed practically the entire population of Josh's village down to the last child, the labrador stood in a simple shirt and britches covered with some incredibly sub-standard leather armour, clutching a simple wooden staff in his right hand. Across from him the Knight stood decked out in a far more imposing set of gear, though holding no weapon. The tiger flexed his fingers and clenched his fists. They had agreed that this would be a fight to the surrender, not to the death. And clearly with that in mind, the Knight believed he needed no weapons beyond those with which his body provided him.

Josh knew he was outmatched by far in terms of brute strength. But as he thought back to the forest, darting and racing around with Brianna, he knew he had the advantage when it came to speed. And as he thought of Brianna, he couldn't help but think back to just a short while ago as he stood in a small chamber pulling on his leather armour, only to be interrupted by the Queen's Lady in waiting bursting in, kissing him with a wild feverish passion, and whispering that it was a gesture of strength and good fortune from herself and the Queen alike, before making a hurried, secretive exit once again.

He touched his free hand to his lips, and smiled as he looked across at the Knight.

He didn't know if he could do this for himself, if he was perfectly honest. But... for Brianna, and for Violet. For his Lady and his Queen, he knew that he had no choice but to succeed.

"The stakes are simple."

Sir Boris cried out across the arena.

"If you lose, the Queen forfeits her plans to spend a single guinea on your pathetic little village and those scrawny runts who would infest it. And if you win... I admit I was wrong, and allow the project to proceed."

The crowd booed. Josh's eyes widened, and to his delight, from where she was sitting and observing the whole thing close by, the Queen herself called out.

"Nay, Sir. Those are not even stakes. You ask Josh and his village to forfeit everything if they lose. So, if that is the case, then you too must put everything on the line."

The Knight at Arms wheeled around, and seemed as though he was going to dispute that idea when the Queen, in front of all present, his Knights included, added a simple question at the end of her statement.

"If you lose, you will surrender your title, your Knighthood. You will serve in my court no longer, and leave the palace within a week, never to think yourself greater than the throne or any person who lives in the lands we protect. Unless... of course, you are afraid that you actually will lose, so you're too scared to risk it?"

It was such a simple ploy. Such an immature way to provoke someone.

Thus, for a man like Sir Boris, it worked perfectly.

"I... I agree to these terms! Now, let's get this over with so that we can spend that money on something actually valuable, like a feast for the Lords of the land, with myself at its head."

The tiger roared savagely, and a moment later the duel was underway.

From the word go, Josh was under attack from a flurry of rapid swings from the tiger's fists. He ducked and dodged, thinking back to the forest and darting out of the way of Brianna's tickling fingers. He raised his staff in two hands and thrust it upward to knock one of Boris' strikes aside, only to swing the staff around and jab it into the tiger's stomach to push them apart.

Again and again the tiger flung himself at Josh, and again and again Josh dodged out of the way, watching the tiger grow more incensed by his inability to land a punch. Finally though, one connected, Josh's head spinning as the side of his muzzle was caught and he span on the spot before tumbling to the ground. With a snarl Boris levelled a kick at him, but at the last second Josh heard the Queen cry out his name in fear, and he lunged forward, rolling past the sweeping leg and raising his staff, swinging it out blindly behind him. The crowd howled with laughter as he heard a sharp smack and a roar of pain, and when Josh looked around as he struggled to his feet he saw the Knight staggering forward, clutching at the cheeks of his ass where the labrador's staff had slapped him firmly across the rump.

From that point onward for several minutes, Josh was on the defensive simply because of how enraged his single strike thus far had made Boris. The tiger was furious, and his attacks grew more wild and unguarded until at last he wasn't even attempting to punch any more, claws extended and raking through the air in dangerous slashes at the dog, one such blow leaving sizeable scrapes along the upper section of his staff. Already Josh could feel that the crowd was on his side, but when he managed to use his staff to push off from the ground, roll himself over the tiger's back as the Knight lunged forward yet again, and smack the far larger man on the rear with his staff for a second time, he knew he had their wholehearted support. The crowd jeered and laughed at the tiger whose face was crimson with humiliation beneath his fur, and both Josh and Sir Boris couldn't help but notice the Queen and Brianna clutching at each other, barely able to stand under the throes of their helpless laughter.

Again the tiger's rage grew, and again his attacks became less and less guarded and more frantic. For a brief while Josh thought he might simply be able to wear the Knight down, but the assault was so constant and his need to be on the defensive so complete that before the labrador knew it, to his dismay, he found himself backed into a corner of the arena with nowhere to go.

"You've run long enough, rat. Time to end this."

The Knight snarled as he wound up an almighty punch clearly aimed at the labrador's head. Josh just stood in paralysed horror and waited for it, trapped and helpless. At least, that was what he wanted the tiger to think, until a split-second before the first was going to strike him, as it was in the midst of swinging violently and unstoppably forward at last, Josh simply let his legs fall out from under him, and tumbled first down, then forward in another roll as with a sickening crunch the tiger's fist met with the marble stonework lining the palace courtyard's walls.

Roaring in agony, the Knight turned around, only to keep on turning as first the end of Josh's staff, then one of the labrador's feet impacted the side of his face in a brutal one-two. All the rage went out of his face. He blinked. He stumbled. He opened his muzzle and gurgled something unintelligible as a trickle of blood ran out of one of his nostrils, and then with a hefty thud the Knight toppled forward and landed face down on the courtyard floor, wholly unconscious.

Josh gasped.

He dropped his staff.

He fell to his knees in disbelief. In wonder.

In joy.

He felt arms lifting him up again, soldiers. Members of the castle guard. But, they weren't arresting him. They were lifting him up, and up, onto their shoulders while others grabbed the Knight at Arms, and dragged him away as the Queen cried out over the cheering crowd.

"Arrest that man. As Knight at Arms he had some protection from speaking out against his monarch's wishes, but he has just surrendered that post... and as such, he will pay for the cruel and selfish things he said not about me, but about the fair and wonderful people of this land."

Over the even louder cheering that announcement received, many members of the guard themselves even joining in now that the source of their fear had been stripped of his authority, the Queen giggled as Brianna leaned in and whispered something to her. She cleared her throat and cried out again.

"I wonder... I seem to recall a set of pillories being present in the village square. Perhaps for the next three months, while the orphanage is being renovated, he can spend each day there watching the village live and prosper all around him, and facing the unique punishments of the villagers that I have witnessed being performed before."

The villagers blushed and grinned at one another, and many pairs of eyes looked towards Josh, red faced as he realised that the Queen was referring to his presence in the pillory, and the tickling that he had received from his fellow villagers while there. He imagined spending three months locked up thee each and every day, and for a moment, just a moment... Josh was almost jealous of the former Knight's impending punishment.

Beyond that moment though, he really didn't have time to get caught up in thoughts of anything. For soon after that, once he had been set down by the guards and villagers holding him aloft and cheering at his success, he was being whisked off into the castle by several members of the palace staff. Cleaned up, dressed in finery, and led to a great hall where just like the Knight had suggested a feast was indeed being prepared, though not for the nobility, but for all the palace's servants and all the villagers and any of the common folk from around the area who could make it in time to attend, in celebration of their value and worth in the Queen's eyes.

For hours, Josh ate and drank and was merry to such a degree that he didn't have any time to let his mind wander to matters beyond this room and the incredible food and company he was keeping. He saw Brianna and the Queen now and then, but they were all in such high demand that they rarely had a chance to speak to one another, never mind sneak away for anything even the slightest bit more intimate. The duel had happened at noon and had been over by fifteen minutes past the hour, but it had to have been more than six hours later before Josh was finally allowed to slip out of the banquet hall with hundreds of people still merrily dancing and drinking and laughing within.

He sighed happily, and weaved ever so slightly, a little tipsy from the wine he'd imbibed as he made his way back to the room he had been assigned. On the way though, the labrador found himself being followed. First by one beautifully dressed woman who appeared to be another of the Queen's chamber-maids. Then a second, then a third. He acknowledged them with a warm nod, but thought nothing more of their presence until he was almost at his bedroom door, at which point he turned around to ask them if they needed anything.

It was then they struck. Grabbing him, giggling, shrieking with laughter as they tickled him without warning and he collapsed in a helpless heap under the combined thrall of their six deliciously delicate hands. They dragged him along the corridor still half limp as any time he tried to struggle another round of tickling rendered him helpless once again, then along another corridor and another, until before Josh knew it he wasn't outside his chamber any longer, but the Queen's own bedchamber.

The three women, a mouse, a cheetah and an incredibly smooth scaled lizard, dragged Josh inside, and two of them held him upright as he heard the door behind locked firmly behind them, while directly ahead he saw the most incredible sight. Already tied to the top and bottom of the Queen's lavish, huge four poster bed was Brianna, dressed in the softest and sweetest silk pyjamas while straddling her, dressed in nothing more than a pair of silk stockings and long, white silk gloves, was the Queen herself. Her left gloved hand was between Brianna's legs, the plump dalmatian writhing and whimpering as she was fingered by the Queen's silken touch, and her right hand was between her very own legs. As soon as she noticed they had company though, her attention drawn away from Brianna not by the commotion of their entry but by Josh's first almighty whimper of lust, she turned her head and removed her hand from between Brianna's legs, the dalmatian yelping and thrashing in her bonds but unable to escape or indeed to grant herself the slightest pleasure.

"Dress him appropriately, and tie him up beside her."

The Queen commanded in a rather domineering voice that made not just Josh and Brianna but every figure in the room shudder in delight. Within seconds Josh was being stripped of his new finery, only to be dressed once again, crimson-cheeked as he felt silk pyjamas identical to Brianna's own and probably made for a woman's form too being slipped onto his body. By the time the lower garments of those pyjamas fully covered his legs, the crotch of them was tented obscenely by his arousal, and Josh moaned and blushed without complaint as while the three chamber-maids guided him to the bed and tied him up directly beside Brianna with long lengths of silken cloth they liberally and eagerly fondled and rubbed against his body, and his straining crotch in particular.

Once they were done though, the three women scooted off to one side of the bed, blushing and giggling as they began to remove one another's clothes while watching the Queen. All eyes remained on Violet in fact as the vixen knelt between Brianna and Josh, and reached beneath their legs to touch and tickle at the backs of their bound, immobile knees with her gloved hands as she addressed them.

"I should punish you both, you know..."

She murmured as she made them gasp and whimper with those most delicate and yet still somehow utterly merciless little tickles. Her hands drifted up their legs, over their crotches for just a teasing instant, then beyond to their chins, where she tickled them again and closed her eyes, delighting in the melodic sounds of their laughter and the creaking of the bed as they thrashed and squirmed helplessly, utterly unable to escape her every touch.

"My own Lady in waiting going behind my back to sneak out of the palace for a secret rendezvous with a man..."

Violet teased, entirely without actual frustration as she tickled Brianna under her bound, raised arms and the dalmatian shrieked her head off for about twenty seconds straight until the Queen relented.

"And you, Josh. Confronting such a dangerous man like that. It was reckless. You could have been hurt. Killed. You could have cost your village everything. You had me worried sick."

She lifted the silky pyjamas away from the labrador's flat belly, and set her fingers to work like her silken gloves were playing at a fine harpsichord. Josh wailed, howled, thrashed and yelped in ticklish glee for well over a minute as Violet showed him just how upset she was, before finally the Queen's tickling touches ceased, only for her to straddle Josh's body, lower her head down over his, and kiss the bound labrador deeply.

"To fight for the honour of both Queen and common folk alike in the same breath, against a more powerful foe not because it is smart but because it is right, and good, and pure..."

She moaned to him, reaching over and caressing Brianna's face at the same time.

"To seek out help when it seems that there is no-one to turn to, no matter the risk. This is why I need people like you beside me. Good, kind, wonderful people like you, whom I can not only trust with all my heart, but love with it, too."

Josh groaned as he felt the vixen's nether regions press down over his tented crotch, her pussy warm and wet as it rubbed over the front of his silky pyjama trousers, and rubbed them against his rigid, straining cock at the same time. To his anguish though, Violet pulled away once again after their kissing had run its course a little longer. Not away from his whole body of course, but leaving his cock helpless and quivering as she scrambled up his body higher and higher, touching, teasing, tickling as she went, until her stocking clad thighs were resting either side of the labrador's face, and her pussy was hovering directly over his panting muzzle.

He felt smooth silk covered fingers caress his cheeks. Stroke the sides of his muzzle, then rise up to his ears and to tousle his dark crop of hair. It was only when one of those silken gloved hands gripped more firmly at his hair however that he heard Violet gurgle throatily, and moaned a deliriously happy moan as she sank down and planted her nether regions firmly over his muzzle.

"And what, I ask... is a Queen to do when she wishes to punish and praise those she loves all at once?"

She ground her nether regions against Josh's face, and groaned desperately.

"Eat me. Taste your Queen. Make her... make her cum, Josh. And maybe... i-if you do it well enough, your punishment may turn to praise before the night is done."

As the labrador eagerly obeyed and began to hungrily eat out the Queen, he blushed, moaned and thought to himself that this really didn't feel like much of a punishment... not that he was complaining about that fact. It was barely thirty seconds after that thought had first crossed his mind though that Josh heard Violet moan something other than his name or a general gasp of pleasure.

"Y-you can start now, ladies..."

He heard movement soon after. Shuffling. Giggling. And then, as he heard a delirious moan from beside him, Josh looked over just in time to see the cheetah from before straddling Brianna's face. No sooner had the cheetah planted her own pussy over the dalmatian's muzzle just as the Queen had hers over Josh though, a muffled squeal erupted from Brianna's muzzle. A shriek not just of delight as she began to eat out the cheetah herself, but of mirth. Of delirious, unstoppable, ticklish laughter. Over her laughter Josh realised he could hear the lizard too, her soft giggling ringing out from the lower end of the bed on Brianna's side. Then, just another instant later, he heard the familiar giggling of the mouse from earlier... and felt two more silk gloved hands suddenly pressing into the pads of his footpaws, and starting to tickle him mercilessly.

"Nnhahhhahhahahahahahhhhhnnhnhhhh!"

Josh howled around the Queen's pussy in mirth and excited euphoria, only to feel Violet pressing down more urgently against his face, gasping, moaning, humping his tongue as it fought to keep working her even through the labrador's laughter. His toes wiggled. His legs thrashed within their bonds. His cock twitched and dribbled pre-cum into his silky pyjamas as he was tickled on and on without pause while he was left to continue feasting on the Queen. And as Brianna was tickled just as viciously beside him with a pussy of her own upon which to tend, Josh finally understood his punishment. To be tickled and excited and allowed to indulge completely with Violet and Brianna and these other beautiful ladies all around him. But, not to receive any of that true satisfaction for himself, to feel a hand or a muzzle or perhaps even the Queen's own pussy around his cock, until he had earned it. Earned it both one orgasm, and one delirious, shrieking, wailing burst of ticklish laughter at a time, however long it took.

He wanted it, of course.

He wanted the praise. The relief. The feeling of the Queen around him, just as he was certain that Brianna too would want freedom from this merciless tickling and the particularly intense ache building between her soaking thighs. He wanted all of that.

But, as his time all those months ago in the village pillory had proved... punishment wasn't always a bad thing where Josh was concerned. So, though he wouldn't relent in his pleasuring the Queen or any other pussy placed before his maw, and though the tickling constantly assailing him all over his body was so overwhelming that at times he could barely think or breathe never mind spend time trying to savour rather than escape those impossibly over-stimulating feelings, Josh really wouldn't mind if his punishment lasted hours.

Or days.

Or weeks.

Or the entire rest of his life, really. His whole life, lived one giggling, thrashing, pleasure-giving, squealing, toe wriggling, silk-stimulated, ticklish moment at a time.

By Jeeves

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