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This story was written for MLP_Ausbattler! It contains F/F and M/M sex between consenting adults, as well as tickling related sexiness. :3

Becoming the Royal Tickle-Pet - Part Three

A week or so after the fateful duel between the former Knight at Arms and Josh, the humble labrador whose playful attitude had stolen the Queen's heart, Violet's own chest was filled with joy and pride. Earlier that very day she had received a report from several of her highest ranking advisors on the state of the Kingdom, and she had been thrilled to hear that public happiness and confidence in the monarchy was at an all time high. Word had spread quickly of not just the Knight at Arms' apparent corruption, but his dismissal and defeat at the hands of the Queen's chosen champion, a man of the people just like them of no noble birth, but still cherished and beloved by the royalty with no care given one way or another to the fact he was a commoner.

The people thought of Josh as some kind of hero, as an emblem of the capacity for anyone to rise above what once would have been considered a lifelong station, if their heart was pure and good enough to stand up against unjust authority. They were more motivated, more enthused in their works, and more trusting in the Kingdom's authority to be looking out for their best interests, and Queen Violet wished for nothing more than to see that trust well earned. She had plans. Such plans for this incredible Kingdom she was proud to watch over, ways to ensure that each and every person within it had a life not only worth living, but worth cheering and laughing over each and every single day. But she knew that there were still other people in her court who were there not to help those less fortunate, but to benefit from their proximity to her, and thus to power of their own. She knew that there would be others like Boris who would have to be ousted in order for her to be able to give all that she wanted to back to the peoples of the land. And in order to do that, she would need amongst other things a new Knight at Arms. A new and trusted protector and advisor, to help her root out the weeds with their roots buried deep in the coffers of the Kingdom.

And of course, there was only one name which came to mind when she considered whom that new Knight at Arms might be. Though, admittedly, she wasn't thinking the most clearly in that moment. However much she wanted it to be him, to be the man whose laughter made her heart leap like nothing else in all her years ever had, and whose bravery and honesty made her soul want to sing out with cries of giddy elation, Violet had to confess that perhaps right now wasn't the best time to be considering matters of state. After all, she was in that moment lying in her bedchambers, resting on one side of her large bed and watching, red faced and with a hand resting between her legs, as four of her closest maids and dearest friends not only cavorted in front of her, but did so while giggling, moaning and whispering to one another and to the Queen herself just how much Josh's recent actions had delighted each and every one of them.

"Have at thee, cad! I shall strike you down with all my power!"

Brianna growled in her best mocking impression of Boris as her silk pyjama clad body wrestled a similarly pyjama wrapped mouse down to the sheets, only to use her greater size and strength to pin the rodent down, and kiss her deeply. Violet watched Ellie's toes curl and the mouse's pink tail whip from side to side in delight as she and the larger, more plump dalmatian made out, and she along with all the other inhabitants of the bed giggled as not long afterwards Ellie wriggled her way out from under Brianna, flipped the dalmatian over onto her back, and straddled her crotch before burying her pink, furless hands under the soft fabric of Brianna's pyjama shirt to tickle at the dalmatian's chubby belly.

"Your cruelty has no power here, Sir Boris! Not when faced with my powers of laughter!"

The mouse squealed gleefully, not really trying to mimic Josh's voice at all but still clearly playing the role of the dalmatian, both Violet as well as the onlooking cheetah and lizard kneeling further down that far side of the bed cheering and clapping at the hero's triumph. Brianna shrieked with laughter, kicking and flailing and whimpering helplessly, mindlessly as Ellie's fingers wreaked havoc upon her senses. The mouse's touch was so delicate and yet so impossibly intense as her bare fingertips danced over Brianna's belly and her flanks, then up even further under her silky shirt to tickle at her underarms. The larger, stronger woman thrashed and bucked and left Ellie bouncing upon her lap like a cowherd trying to ride a bucking stallion, until finally the tickling grew too much for Brianna to bear and she launched herself upright with a savage, desperate snarl and practically flung Ellie off of her, only to tackle and embrace the mouse beneath her once again.

"You cannot defeat me, the great and powerful Sir Boris!!"

Brianna growled playfully as Ellie quaked in mock fear, and whimpered bashfully, lustfully as one of the dalmatian's paws rubbed at the front of her silky pyjama bottoms' crotch. Before Brianna could do anything else under the guise of the boorish former knight though, the remaining two ladies watching their fun alongside Violet herself joined the fray. Together the cheetah, the lizard and soon the mouse once again all wrestled and pinned by far the larger and stronger woman of the four of them to the bedding, and with joy and mindless, unbearable bliss far exceeding what she had felt or expressed before Brianna began to shriek and howl with mirth at the top of her lungs as three sets of hands, two of those sets clad in smooth, slippery silk forearm length gloves, began to tickle and touch her all over.

"No! Nooooooooopleeeeease, a-ahhh... aahhahahhhahahaaahhh!"

The dalmatian yelped and howled as she was tickled mercilessly, her pyjama top soon unbuttoned at the front to expose not only large bare breasts beneath, but her belly and sides and so many other deliciously tempting, ticklish targets now with nothing to conceal or protect them.

"M-my Queen! Please, Q-Queen Violet, h-hhhaaaahhhh... help meeeeeee! T-they're... hahhahahhahahaaahhhgodt-they'reticklingmeee!"

Whether she was sincerely begging or staying committed to her character of Boris even now amidst a trio of talented ticklers all with their hands buried and dancing eagerly across the fur of her torso, hearing Brianna moan and squeal to her like that awoke much more than mirth within the Queen. Her paw between her legs began to work that much faster and more intimately against the already hot, damp flesh of her pussy, and as the dalmatian's wild, tickle-crazed eyes met with the vixen's own, Violet's only response was to moan in lust at the sight of her companion's blissful torment.

"Ahahahahahahahahaahhh, p-please! Mercy! I... I surrender! I will r-repent my ways, I swear it!!"

Brianna shrieked though her laughter, still somehow maintaining her character even as tears streamed down her furred face while she shuddered and writhed beneath the six paws driving her wild.

"I... I'll pledge my und-dhhahhhahahahaaa... my undying fealty t-to the Queen! I'll serve her! W-worship h-hhahhahahahahahaaaahhhgod... h-her to the end of my days!"

The dalmatian shrieked and wailed for another solid minute or so of pure ticklish torment after her last coherent plea, but eventually, with her eyes bulging and her breath escaping her in visible clouds of condensation not because the room was in any way cold but purely due to how hot she was running in that moment, the trio assaulting her so wonderfully finally ceased their tickling. Still for another ten seconds or so Brianna twitched and whimpered as though expecting the tickling to resume at any moment, and perhaps still feeling the phantom sensations of fingers drifting across her soft and vulnerable body. After that though, she looked up with a playful, almost devilish grin at the three other ladies in waiting looming over her, and moaned to them with unabashed desire.

"Please... my friends, help me show my loyalty. Help me show the Queen how much I adore her. How much I cherish her trust, her companionship. Her... her pleasure."

It took a few moments for Violet to realise what was happening after that. To see the three other ladies not only let Brianna sit upright, but help her, and to begin shifting their own positions on the bed so that the dalmatian soon had an uninterrupted path across the admittedly short, soft sheet covered distance between herself and the Queen. Violet's ignorance didn't remain for long though, as just moments later Melita lunged forward, the lizard's silk gloved hands grasping at one of the Queen's ankles, with Keeya grabbing the other just a split-second later in her own gloved paws. The Queen shrieked as she was dragged more into the centre of the bed, and wailed in bashful delight as Ellie practically leapt over her prone and helpless body, the mouse grabbing Violet's wrists and pinning her hands down behind her head to leave her totally at the four other women's mercy.

Shrieking and beginning to scream just as loud as Brianna had, the Queen's body was soon overcome as Keeya and Melita both trapped one of her feet in an elbow-lock and began to delicately tease their silk gloved fingers across her tender padded soles, while Ellie began to rather seductively lift the Queen's hands to her own muzzle and kiss, lick and suckle upon her digits one by one, moaning and giggling as she tasted where Violet had been using her fingers to pleasure herself. Even as the vixen succumbed to her dearest maids' ticklish affections though, she was still acutely aware of Brianna's presence. Still watching as while they tickled her feet the cheetah and lizard spread her legs wide apart, giving room for Brianna to crawl forward on all fours between them, and after beaming up at the blushing, squealing, laughing Queen, lowering her head down to the royal vixen's still silk pyjama clad, but already somewhat dampened crotch.

Squealing, squirming, utterly broken by the suddenness and passion of her lovers' tickling, Violet could not restrain herself in the slightest when she watched the dalmatian press her muzzle to her crotch, and felt Brianna starting to lick her, to eat out her pussy through the gossamer soft, thin silk material of her pyjamas. Any diminishing of the pleasure due to the material's presence between that tongue and her already swollen clit was more than counteracted by the soft material itself rubbing against her flesh, and the sheer arousal which came from her lady in waiting's actions. Combining that pleasure with the tickling which Violet was already been forced to so gleefully endure meant she was utterly unable to resist or guard herself in any way against those incredible sensations, and in less than a minute the Queen was shrieking, thrashing, and feeling herself being driven ever more rapidly towards pure euphoria by the sheer urgency of Brianna's tongue and indeed the dalmatian's muzzle pressed against her crotch overall.

"Ahahahahahhhhaahh! Yes! Ohhgodplease, pleeeease... mmmhahahahahahahh, ladies, I... a-aahhyess! Yes!"

The more she cried out, the harder Keeya and Melita and Ellie tickled her, and the more hungrily Brianna devoured her all at once. The more she laughed, the more she writhed in pleasure, and the more she shrieked in ecstasy the more she squealed and giggled in uncontrollable, utterly mindless mirth. All the while though, no matter how overwhelmed and devastated her conscious mind found itself at the mercy of her tickle-loving companions, there was one thing which remained close to the forefront of all Violet's thoughts. Before when she had just been watching her lovers play together, and now as they turned upon her and pushed her to the brink of rapture, she was thinking of Josh. Just as Brianna had been playing the role of Boris, so too had Ellie been playing the role of the labrador who had defeated and humiliated him, driving him from the Queen's court forever. And thus all this time, from the moment when her paw had first slipped down the front of her pyjamas to right now as she was eaten out through that saliva and arousal soaked silky fabric by Brianna, the labrador had been in her head and her heart. His kindness, his strength, his laughter, his love. The more she thought about him even as her body was driven wild by her companions, the more she wished that he could have been here tonight to share this with her.

But, more than that... the more she fantasised about Josh as her pleasure built towards an almighty high, the more she found herself wishing that she could find a reason to keep him around on a more permanent basis. To give him a reason to be in her presence as often as possible, so close, in fact, that at any given moment's notice she could reach out a silk gloved hand, and reduce him to the same quaking, trembling state of ticklish madness that she was lost within right now.

"Mmnnhhahahhahahah! Ooh god! Oh god, yes! Yessssahhhhahahahahhhhahhhaaaaahhhgod! C-cumming, I'mmhhahahh... I'm cumming!"

The Queen shrieked as she was tickled, licked and driven beyond all sanity by her fantasies of a new, adorable and oh so ticklish Knight at Arms at her service. Her pussy gushed, her feet kicked and her toes curled as they were tickled on and on by a red faced, giddily moaning lizard and cheetah, and even as Violet continued to scream and cum while Brianna kept on eating her out through her silky, soaking wet pyjamas, her blissful cries were muffled as Ellie leaned down over her from where she was sitting holding the Queen's arms tight against the bedding, and stifled Violet's attempts to scream both Brianna and Josh's names with an adoring, giggle-ridden kiss.

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"It's an honour to meet you, sir."

Josh blushed as yet another member of the royal palace guard approached him and shook his hand, the labrador nodding and listening intently as like several others had, this guardsman told him about several occasions where Sir Boris had abused his power right in front of him, and subsequently extracted painful vengeance upon any members of the guard who had tried to stop him until the rest fell silent and simply quietly, shamefully obeyed. Josh was sad to hear how many people had suffered under Boris' obviously lacking leadership, but it brought him a great deal of joy to see just how many of the guard had been unhappy with the Knight at Arms, and how many of them were immensely grateful to him for ousting Boris so they could be more effective at making the kingdom safe for all its inhabitants, not just the wealthy who could aid in lining Boris' pockets.

The labrador had been invited to the castle barracks by a few of the guards to hang out, not something he ever could have imagined happening even after his first encounter with the Queen, but something that he was more than happy to do when the opportunity was presented to him. He had been there for almost an hour already though, and he and the guard who had come to meet him at the gate to welcome and guide him to the barracks still hadn't made it all the way there. There had just been the two of them to start off with, but now there were over a dozen people strolling along with them, laughing and chatting and sharing stories of Boris which regardless of how grim they may have been all ended on an upbeat note, with things much better now that the former Knight at Arms was gone from the castle and any position of influence in the Kingdom.

Finally though, after another ten minutes and a couple more friendly interactions, Josh made it to the barracks and found himself in a long wooden bunkhouse type of setup with almost thirty wooden framed beds stretching across it in columns of three. At one end a fire was burning in a stone hearth with a pot over it, and before long warm mugs of some sort of rich soupy stew were being passed out and sipped by one and all as they continued to talk with Josh. The more he learned about the other guards, the more he liked them. They were for the most part all such idealistic men, some of them young minor nobles whose position third or fourth in line meant they had to turn elsewhere for a living other than their family, but many of them from common roots like himself, having risen up the ranks as servants or squires to former guards or knights. There were a couple of older men amongst the group too, veterans from when Violet's mother and father had ruled, but they were the best of their generation; as warm, understanding and forward thinking as any of the younger lot. Of course, the royal guard had shrunk slightly with seven or eight members of its ranks leaving when they realised that Boris had been ousted and thus their own chosen route to power would likely be similarly ill-received, but perhaps unsurprisingly it seemed that those guardsmen had been rather unpopular with all but those who shared similarly prejudiced views as them regarding class, gender and god only knew what other bigotries.

"I... I feel a lot safer, a lot happier knowing that the defence of the Kingdom, of the village I live in, and the Queen herself of course, is in your hands."

Josh murmured at the height of that conversation's intensity, blushing as all around him the rest of the guard swelled with pride, the labrador genuinely shocked by how much his approval seemed to mean to them. Setting down his now empty mug, the warm, rich, meaty soup filling his belly making him feel a little sleepy but extremely energised at the same time, Josh blushed as one guardsman even went so far as to reach out and clasp one of his hands within his own, as though expressing his own wordless gratitude in return. Another member of the guard seemed to pick up on that action, and did so himself just a few seconds later. Another followed suit, then another, before yet another guardsman went even further, and pulled Josh to his feet to clap him on the back with a tight hug. Not long after that the labrador found himself surrounded by guards passing him back and forth between warm bodies and tender embraces, and he even felt a couple of pairs of lips press against his forehead in a gesture of the utmost respect between soldiers, though he was no such thing.

The parade of spontaneous hugs faltered however when one member of the guard wrapped his arms around Josh at a slightly different and awkward angle even as the labrador was still half way in the arms of another. Fingers brushed across the sides of Josh's loose fitting shirt, and despite the rather sincere and intimate nature of the moment, Josh couldn't help but let slip a brief but shrill, unexpected giggle at the ticklish touch.

A sudden quiet fell over the room, a slight awkwardness as several of the guard who perhaps recalled the Queen's first meeting with the labrador looked around at one another, rosy glows growing upon their variously furred faces. Josh was about to apologise, but before he could do so, he gasped, and squealed with brief laughter once again as someone much more deliberately and playfully poked him in the flank. He turned red faced and ready to gently chide them for making the situation worse, only to yelp and whimper as he giggled helplessly as another pair of arms grabbed him around the waist from behind, and briefly yet intensely began to tickle his belly. Wide eyed and blushing he looked around with a nervous whine as he saw more and more of the guards blushing and grinning as they saw him quaking and still giggling under his breath from those only brief and minor attempts at tickling. He saw in their eyes the same wonder, the same delight that he had seen in Violet's own hues the first time she saw him getting tickled, and then, just moments later... he was buried under an avalanche of bodies rushing at him with arms outstretched and grins spreading ever wider across giddily grinning muzzles, as practically every off duty guard in the palace began their latest and most sincere, concerted effort to truly show Josh just how grateful they were for what he had done for each and every one of them.

"Aaahplease! Pleasennoohhhahhahahahhgod, s-stooooop! Hahhahahahhahaaahh!"

Within thirty seconds, Josh was sprawled out spread-eagled on one of the barracks' beds with a different guard holding each of his limbs, flailing and thrashing as another six guards, three on either side began to both tickle his sides and belly and ribs while also working to unbutton his shirt. More hands attacked his feet, driving his soles mad with ticklish digits drifting across his soles and between his splaying, flexing, wriggling toes. The labrador cackled in broken desperation as more hands reached for his neck, tickling him under his chin and even behind his ears, but as much as he was begging for mercy from the ticklish onslaught, he was also reacting out of embarrassment as he knew full well what having this done to him would result in occurring.

Sure enough, after barely a couple of minutes, now bare chested with his shirt pulled all the way open and with guards actively rotating to all take turns tickling over every bare inch of furred flesh that they could reach, Josh felt himself getting hard. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't even try to stop it. It felt so good being so out of control, being tickled to such obscene excess, and seeing so many faces smiling, even laughing themselves around him, so many people getting joy of their very own from participating in this glorious, playful torment. His cock was soon bulging in his britches, and though for a brief moment or two Josh was terrified that his arousal might put a damper on the current situation, he was swiftly disabused of that idea when a bold hand belonging to a crimson cheeked ferret grasped at his bulge and gave it a playful squeeze. Another hand fondled it mere seconds after the first fell away, then another, then another, and before long Josh was moaning in pleasure amidst peals of his strained and desperate laughter.

He cried out at the top of his lungs as within a minute of that groping beginning, fingers began to tease open the rope belt of his britches and set his cock loose. He howled in laughter and bliss all rolled into one as the first set of fingers and a warm, soft padded palm fully closed around erection and gave it a few swift pumps, only for that hand to fall away and once again another to take its place just a moment later.

"You've shown us all what it means to be protectors, Josh."

One owner of a smooth, furless pink hand moaned as he rubbed his thumb over the tip of the labrador's cock and smeared a dribble of pre-cum over its head.

"You've made us all proud to defend the Kingdom and all within it..."

A tall lion growled tenderly, using one hand to tease and tickle Josh's balls, drawing a strangled yelp from the labrador and a fresh burst of uncontrollable giggles right in the middle of another moan and a dribbling of yet more pre.

"You've got a good heart, a-and... you make me, you make a bunch of us want to be better, like you are."

A barrel chested skunk moaned as he stroked Josh's erection with one hand, and pawed at the front of his own tented britches with the other, just as the labrador could see multiple guards now beginning to do as they looked on at his increasingly dripping, throbbing cock.

"And... you're really... really cute, especially when you're all giggly..."

With a bashful, longing whimper, a lithe whippet took over the stroking of Josh's cock, but soon went one step further and bowed low over the labrador, his tongue soon lashing out and lapping at the tip of the other dog's erection while Josh continued to yelp and laugh and thrash around in overwhelmed ecstasy.

"Mnnnhhahahahahhhahhh!"

Josh's laughter echoed around the barracks on and on as the whippet's words rang in his ears, and the hand and tongue working his cock in unison pushed his cries of mirth and pleasure to ever greater extremes.

"Hhahahahahaaahhhgod, fuck! I... MmnnhahhI'mghhnnaaahahahhahh... g-gonna cum!"

By the time he let loose that warning cry, half a dozen other guards had shrugged off their off-duty attire and were gripping their own erections as they watched others tickling and teasing the labrador to new heights. By the time he watched the whipped pull his head back and leave only his hand hard at work so that everyone could see what was about to happen, he wasn't embarrassed any more. He revelled in their gazes, in their touch, and in how hot, how sexy, how gleefully out of control their attention made him feel both in terms of his current ticklish frenzy, and their collective desire to bring him more intimate, sexual pleasure alongside it.

If there was anything more at all that Josh could have wished for in that moment, it would have been for Violet to see him. For Violet and Brianna and all the Queen's closest aids to have been there to see the joy and passion and camaraderie being shared between the guards all around him, and of course, to witness his own joy at being there to share it with them.

"Nnnyyyyahhahhhhh... yes! Yesssssss!"

Josh arched his back and curled his toes, wailing louder and more shrilly with unbearable laughter as the more he tensed up, the more mercilessly he was tickled and the more intense every fingertip probing and poking and caressing his body felt. Finally though, no matter how ticklish everything felt, it was the pleasure crashing through every last fibre of his being which won out, and an echoing howl of rapture which erupted through his giddy laughter as cries of joy and laughter and passion and pleasure echoed all around him, and the hand pumping at his cock gave one final flurry of squeezes before his cock gave one last almighty twitch, and began to shoot hot streaks of cum a solid two feet up into the air before they began to rain down upon his bare chest, face, and across myriad tickling, teasing, caressing hands roaming all over him.

"Ohhhgodyes! Yes! Yes!"

The labrador's voice rang around the barracks, joined by more and more cries of almost equal pleasure as while some bodies remained tending to and tickling him, others of the guards finally succumbed to their own desire, and began to touch, and kiss, and caress, and even to tickle one another just like they had all been so giddily doing to Josh. By the time his pleasure gave way to the ticklish glee of his new lovers' ongoing attentions once more though, and one last desperate gurgle of bliss escaped Josh as he watched someone drape a silk handkerchief over his still rock hard and glistening erection to ever so softly wipe away its lingering stickiness, there was one thing that the labrador knew with absolute certainty. A question he had to ask Violet the next time he met her, whether or not it was something in her power to do.

He wanted nothing more in that moment than to not only be able to protect her, but to ensure that all the Kingdom was protected by hearts and minds as loving and tender and open as those he could see and hear moaning and blushing and giggling all around him right now. He wanted to be able to foster this same joy and passion in the guards not only of the palace, but across the Kingdom, and to possess the power to do that, there was only one position he could possibly hold.

As Josh squirmed and began to laugh once again, blushing as that silk handkerchief was teased over his cock one more time before being swept away back into its owner's care, he wanted so badly to watch over these men who had proven their ability to take care of him too, even when they had no obligation to do so. He wanted to reward their loyalty, their care, and their devotion.

Josh wanted to become the new Knight at Arms for the Queen, and the Kingdom he loved so dearly. And he would do anything, anything in his power and beyond in service to those he cared for, to make it happen.

By Jeeves

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