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JAHALIYA

By Danath Plotted by K. Chishol

This is a collection of the Jahaliya stories commissioned by K. Chishol over the years.

New continuation by Amethyst_Mare on FurAffinity. Check it out - she's a really good writer! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6490051/

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St. Vivian's Boarding School for Young Ladies took in young rich girls and trained them to be proper women, suitable trophies for rich men. They were taught etiquette, cooking, and, of course, crocheting. The school grounds were kept by a young orphan who grew up at the school. He did a proper job of caretaking and always made sure to keep his distance from any of the proper young ladies, as per instructions from the very stern, very proper headmistress of the school.

The school had the occasional problem with a troublesome young girl, but on the whole was a very nice, proper institution for the furthering education of young women. Set-in-stone conservative values permeated the place, and not even the most zealous and liberal of the young women who attended could shake it.

The school proved wildly popular with parents, who were at once eager to be rid of their pestering young daughters and at the same time continue on the tradition of sending the women in the family to the boarding school from the time they turned eight till they graduated at eighteen. The three months of summer when the girls returned home for visits proved tolerable enough for the parents, who now found them useful to show off at dinner parties as evidence of their good breeding.

The girls enjoyed the school, for the most part, and even the misfits eventually found their places. St. Vivian's made a point never to expel their charges for unruly behavior and their gleaming reputation could never be stained.

Unstained, that is, until most of Miss Sylvia Harrington's senior etiquette and history class disappeared on a field trip, along with the school's caretaker and Miss Harrington herself.

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Miss Harrington watched as the girls stepped off the bus. A prim looking lioness in her late thirties, she looked especially severe with her hair pulled back in a tight bun. She eyed the girls through her horn-rimmed glasses and smoothed the wrinkles from her pleated black skirt. She checked her black blouse as well, a dark contrast to her light brown fur. All the girls dressed the same: a white blouse and a blue scarf dark green and blue plaid skirts that went down to the girls' shins. They all wore white stockings and black shoes. Several wore ribbons in their hair, the only accessory allowed with their school uniforms. Their tails hung from under the bottom of the dresses. She pulled one student aside as she stepped off the bus and took her around to the front.

"Now, Miss Robin Miles," she said. "I expect you to be on your best behavior this time. I don't want another episode like the last trip you attended."

"Oh, of course, Miss Harrington! I would never dream of doing anything remotely unproper," Robin said. The young black wolf adopted an air of injured innocence.

"The correct word is 'improper,' and yes, you would. Just watch it, young lady. Now go and join the rest of the class."

Sylvia walked back around the bus and nodded to the driver, who was already leaning back and falling asleep. She clucked her tongue in disapproval at his impoliteness, turned sharply on her heel, and walked after her class, herding the stragglers along towards an impressive looking gothic castle. She looked back over her shoulder at John Salvuk, the teenaged silver-grey mouse who worked as the school grounds caretaker.

"John, are you coming or not?"

One of the girls heard and giggled. John blushed and started forward, then tripped on his shoelaces. He felt embarrassed when another girl laughed as he bent down to tie his shoes. The mouse pulled his cap lower over his eyes when he stood up. He was as old as the girls in the class and didn't really mind the teasing because he knew it was in good fun, but he knew that they knew he would react to them, which only encouraged them more. He sat at the front of the bus with Miss Harrington on the ride out in order to avoid the brunt of their teasing. He'd been at the school since he was born, being taken in by the school after his parents, who were teachers at the school, were killed in a car accident.

He stood up and quickly walked to catch up with the group. The girls stirred up clouds of dust as they walked down the road. A few complaints echoed back and forth about the state of their shoes as they crossed a heavy wooden drawbridge into the castle courtyard.

Miss Harrington smiled at Jones, the castle's tour guide, and clapped her hands twice as she stood next to him.

"We'll be following Mr. Jones here around the castle. He will explain the sights to us. Please stay with the group and don't wander off."

The grizzled canine of indiscriminate lineage grinned at the girls and winked. "That's right, missies. Thar' be ghosts a'haunting this place... we can't be havin' you young ladies getting taken off 'en eaten, naw, ken we?"

The girls giggled nervously and crowded together as they looked around at the castle's dank exterior. Old, dark stones covered with moss formed the outer walls of the courtyard, extending high above them. They followed Jones as he led them into the main hall.

"This be where tha king 'en queen used ta sit 'en eat their dinners, missies. Oh, they were gran' ole affairs, with minstrels and bards and jugglers goin' about, and huge piles o' food on the tables. All o' the knights and courtesans wud' be there, and they'd have feasts lasting days and days."

The girls marveled at the impressively high ceilings and sturdy wooden furniture, roughly hewn, but still finely made.

"Now follow me, missies, and I'll be showing you the gardens in the back... tis' there where they claim the ghosts play at night..."

The group started moving again, leaving the hall through the back exit and weaving through the kitchens with Jones talking the whole way, regaling them with stories and tales. They exited into another hall, at the end of which was an arch, and beyond that, the gardens.

"This be the back way into the gardens... we'll take the front exit out, into the bedrooms and then we'll be going up the battlements to the towers," Jones continued.

Robin nudged Natasha in the side and nodded to the east wall. There was a wooden door with a half-circle cut out near the top in the middle of the door. Thick metal bars were set into the wood.

"What do you think that place is, Tasha?"

Tasha, a nervous, chocolate colored hare, looked back at the group, which was still walking down the hall, her nose twitching a little. "I don't know... maybe a storeroom?"

Robin laughed. "Ha! More like a dungeon, I'll bet!"

The girls stepped up to the door and tried to look through the window into the inky darkness behind the door, but they couldn't see anything.

Miss Harrington saw them, though. She grasped each one firmly by the ear, the wolf and rabbit jumping as their teacher twisted their ears and started marching them back towards the group, which was entering the garden.

"What did I tell you girls about wandering off? John, keep an eye on them, will you please?"

John just nodded mutely and followed them, looking around the castle. This was the first time he'd been allowed to come along on a field trip, and it was very exciting. He received regular lessons from several of the school's teachers, who fully expected him to grow into one of the teaching positions at the school in a decade or so. He was a very bright student, and Miss Harrington decided to reward him by allowing him on the trip.

The gardens were inside of the huge castle walls. It doubled as an orchard, and the girls motioned excitedly at several large fruit trees and a stream that ran through the area.

"This stream starts at the west end of the garden," Jones said. "It comes from an underground well, so it's very clean and fresh. It runs out into the moat around the castle. Pretty handy, eh?"

The girls all nodded as they watched the water flow by. Jessica bent down and scooped some water up, splashing it onto her paws. The slim vixen looked up in surprise.

"It's cold!"

Jones nodded. "Aye, it comes out cold from the ground. Nice, eh? Now, girls, if ye'll follow me..."

He started over the arched wooden bridge that spanned the distance over the stream. Built at one of the wider points in the stream, it looked old and worn. It creaked and groaned as the girls crossed. As Miss Harrington followed Robin and Tasha onto it, there was a dangerously loud crack and the whole thing tilted crazily to the side. Several of the girls cried out and grabbed onto the handrails, while Nell, a tall tiger, and Tina, a broad shouldered skunk, and fell into the water. They yelled as they hit, the loud splashes echoing around the garden. The girls already across panicked and jumped up and down, yelling, as Jones started working his way back to the bridge, cussing loudly as he pushed his way through the babbling girls, who pulled at his arms and slowed him down.

John rushed to the edge and tried to reach for Nell, the closer of the two, but couldn't reach. He looked around and, thinking quickly, snapped a branch off a nearby apple tree. As he ran back to the edge of the water, holding the branch, he tripped on a rock and fell in with a shout.

As the bridge shook, another support splashed into the stream and three more girls hit the water. The teacher held onto Robin and Tasha grimly, trying to step backwards away from the middle of the bridge when the planks beneath her feet broke and she fell in as well, taking the girls with her. The girls in the water, most of whom knew how to swim, clung to each other and tried paddling to shore, but it was as if the water didn't want to let go of them. They floundered, unable to move closer as they started sinking, their waterlogged dresses pulling them down.

Another crack, then the handrail a few more of the girls were holding onto snapped, dropping them into the cold water. Jones pulled the last girl on the bridge off and put her down, then started to try and get the ones splashing around on the surface yet. He shouted for them to hold on as he followed John's lead and grabbed some nearby branches, handing one to a nearby girl.

"Get moving! Stick that thing in the water so's they ken grab on!"

They pushed their branches out to the girls, managing to pull two out, but already the rest were going down, the surprisingly deep stream washing over them. The class started sobbing and going into hysterics as they watched seven of their classmates and their teacher, not to mention John, sink below the surface of the water.

The only thing the girls in the water could see once they went below was deep, dark blackness... the cold filled their eyes and ears, and then started to squeeze in around them, choking their breaths, until finally they all sank into darkness, unable to move, swim, or even sink. Robin tried to gasp, but couldn't... there was no air, but no water, either.

A blinding light appeared in front of her... she looked around frantically and saw nothing but the inky, murky blackness. She felt no discomfort, just the odd feeling of not breathing. She couldn't tell how, but she felt herself moving towards the light. Unable to look at it, she tried to raise a paw to cover her eyes... and couldn't. Without knowing how, unable to look away, or even to close her eyes, an invisible force drew her closer and closer to the light until she could see nothing but white.

Then, someone was shaking her shoulders and calling her name.

Robin sat up and gasped, looking around wildly. "Corsi?"

"Robin, are you okay?"

Robin looked around, noticing the other girls. Miss Harrington was walking amongst them. They were all in a decrepit garden surrounded by high walls. The ground was broken and uneven with rocks and weeds. Sunlight streamed down from above. It felt warm on her fur, but couldn't warm the cold fear she felt deep inside.

"What happened? Where are we, Corsi? What was that light?"

Corsi shook her head. "I don't know, none of us do." The short otter stood up and helped Robin to her feet. Her clothing felt dry, and physically she felt fine, although there was something bothering her in the back of her mind that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Girls! Girls! Please calm down!" Miss Harrington's voice rang out above the rabble of frightened voices. "Now, it's obvious we're not in the same castle as before... the first thing we need to do is figure out who's here and who's not."

The girls turned their attention to their teacher, eyes pleading for some reason for their new situation. They gathered around their teacher as she started counting heads.

"Okay... now, I want to know who is here. Corsi Naples?"

"Yes, ma'am." Corsi raised her hand automatically. A striking otter, her long, thick tail appeared from under her plaid skirt. Short and wiry, with a temper as short as her muzzle, she fairly burst with questions, but Miss Harrington knew her too well and held up a paw.

"In a moment, Corsi. Natasha Bresh, I see you're here."

Natasha nodded, standing close. Terminally shy, she didn't enjoy attention and looked at her toes most of the time. Although the other girls teased her for her shyness, they also tried to help her overcome it and as such, were always dragging her to social functions against her will. She looked scared and stood close to Miss Harrington, the calico's fur puffed out some.

"Jessica Smith?"

"Yes, Miss Harrington." Jessica nodded and rubbed her arm absently, looking around in abject wonder. Her bushy tail sprang out behind her as she turned around, gazing at the walls, silently mouthing words to herself. "Miss Harrington, this is the same castle."

"What do you mean, Jessica?"

The girls' heads rotated to look at Jessica as she explained. "Well, the walls are the same, the door to the kitchens and dining hall are right over there, and this is the same size area as in the garden from the other castle..."

"You're right, but why is it in this shape?" Nell Withers spoke up as she looked around distastefully. "It's in absolutely dreadful condition."

"We must not be in a different time, or plane of existence or something. But this is the same castle, just different." Jessica bent down and put a paw in the stream. "The water is just as cold."

"Right, well, let's just think more on that later. Tina Franks? Glad to see you're all right."

A tough looking skunk raised her paw. "Yes, Miss Harrington." She easily outweighed and out massed the other girls, and was a few inches taller than the teacher. The school's rugby team captain, she didn't brook nonsense from anyone and enjoyed working out, however unlady-like the teacher's at school considered it. She became frustrated with some of the other girls, especially Natasha, but took it upon herself to make sure no one tried to bully her.

"Robin Smith?" "Yup."

Miss Harrington cast a disapproving glance in Robin's direction, with the wolf cheerfully ignored, before turning to Nell, a tall, slim tiger. "Nell Withers, you're here."

Nell nodded. She was the same height as Tina, but didn't have the skunk's broad shoulders. She smoothed out her dress and blouse best she could, running her paws down over her voluptuous curves. "I'm glad our clothes aren't wet."

A few of the girls giggled and Miss Harrington smiled a little, then turned to the last girl, Eleanor Cross. "Eleanor, are you alright?"

"Yes, ma'am, but I was just wondering where Mr. Jones went?"

Miss Harrington looked at Eleanor pointedly. "He's not here, Eleanor. We're no longer in the same place as we were before, even though it looks the same. Understand?"

The white rabbit looked confused, but nodded. "Okay... I think." She smiled and scratched the base of her long ears. "I bet Jessica will explain it to me later."

"Right... now, girls, the first thing we should do is find someone who can explain to us exactly where we are. Since this place," she said, motioning around their dismal surroundings, "are not exactly among the nicest I've visited. Shall we go?"

The girls nodded and started to follow their teacher out of the vacant lot, through the archway into the hallways. They shivered as they passed through the run down kitchens. The dining hall looked nothing like it had before. The tables were in pieces and rotting. They saw insects scurrying this way and that as they walked through, Natasha clinging close to Tina. All of the girls heaved a large sigh of relief as they carefully crossed the drawbridge. The thick planks weathered out much better than the rest of the castle.

"Now, girls... I believe the proper course of action would be to follow this path, however ancient. It will lead to a road, which will, of course, lead to civilization. Shall we get started?"

As they started heading off, they heard a voice calling out and a patter of feet. They whirled around as a group to see John running towards them across the drawbridge.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

"John? It's good to see you." Miss Harrington smiled at John. "Where were you?"

"Um... I was in the kitchens, but I just woke up and tried to find you guys." He grinned. "I'm pretty glad to have found you before you left."

"As we are to have you back again, I'm sure. Now, shall we start moving again, girls? John?"

They all nodded and started following Miss Harrington again. The road curved around several hills as it led out of the valley the castle was situated in. Tina tugged on her blouse, grimacing a little at the humidity. She reached up with a paw and wiped her forehead. The sun beat down relentlessly as they walked more and more. Finally, she could take it no more.

"Miss Harrington? Can we take a break? I'm dying of heat."

Miss Harrington looked at the girls faces. Sweating and breathing heavily, she knew they'd need a rest soon. Spying a copse of trees a couple dozen yards away, she said, "Let's go to the tree cover over their, class. We'll take a break there. I believe I see a small stream running through there as well, so we can get something to drink."

The girls breathed a collective sigh of relief as they trudged the last few feet into the tree cover. Most sat down heavily on the ground, not minding the dirt so much as they leaned against trees and each other, resting their aching feet for the first time since they set out that morning.

Tina leaned against a tall oak and tugged on her blouse again. It felt constrictive, as if it shrunk because of the water. She looked around and saw Robin doing the same, trying to adjust her clothing more comfortably.

"You too, huh, Robin? I think our clothes shrunk in the water. They're cotton, after all."

Robin growled in exasperation as she tugged on her shirt again. "Yes, but they're pre-shrunk. Shouldn't shrink like that. Oh, forget it." She undid the top two buttons, breathing a sigh of relief as it eased the worst of the constriction. "That's better."

Tina smiled. "Better hope Miss Harrington doesn't see that."

"See what, Miss Franks?" Miss Harrington looked down at the two girls, eyeing Robin's chest area disapprovingly. "Miss Miles, are you aware your clothing does not conform to St. Vivian's dress codes?"

"Yes, Miss Harrington, I know that, but my uniform just feels so tight. I think they shrunk."

"That's no excuse, Miss Miles. Proper attire is a necessity for young ladies, even in our unfortunate circumstances. May I remind you that you are still a student at St. Vivian's, and as such, you will continue to follow the school's policies?

"Yes, Miss Harrington." With a sigh and some difficulty, Robin pulled her blouse across her chest again and fastened the buttons. Miss Harrington nodded smartly and walked off briskly towards the stream, talking to several of the girls along the way.

Natasha looked over at the wolf and the tomboy-ish skunk. "You know, my clothes don't feel very comfortable either. Probably just the heat, it'll play tricks on you, you know." She tugged down on her skirt, trying to pull it a little lower down on her legs. "It feels shorter than normal, like it's riding up or something."

Tina looked up at the sky and stood up as a shadow fell across the trees. "Looks like rain, girls."

"Hey, Miss Harrington wants us to get ready to leave," Nell said, approaching them. "She says that we're going to have to walk through the rain because there isn't enough shelter here to make a difference anyways."

Natasha and Robin let out a collective groan and went over to join the rest of the class, following Nell and Tina. They just started out on the road again when the first drops of warm rain began to fall.

"Hey, this isn't too bad... it feels kinda nice after all that heat," Corsi said, walking in the middle of the group.

Eleanor smiled and leaned her head back, opening her muzzle to catch some drops on her tongue. "I like the rain!"

The girls began moving to the side of the road so that they could walk in the grass rather than on the road, which was quickly turning muddy and slick. Miss Harrington, Jessica, and John were walking at the front of the group when Robin walked up to them awkwardly, obviously in some discomfort. She held her paw over the front of her blouse, over her chest.

"So, Miss Harrington, you see my point about how this road is just like the one we drove to the castle earlier? But it's not... there's no signs, it's not paved, but it follows the same route."

John nodded. "Yes, I think that you're..." He looked at Robin questioningly. "Are you okay?"

Robin grimaced and tugged on Miss Harrington's sleeve with her other paw. "Miss Harrington, can I talk to you?"

"Of course, Robin. Excuse me, John, Jessica."

She fell to the back of the group with Robin until they were several feet behind the rest of the group. "What's wrong, Robin?"

Robin looked embarrassed and said nothing. She lifted her paw from her shirt and looked down at the ground as they kept walking. As she did, her shirt pulled apart, her breasts forcing the shirt to form over them. The top six buttons or so were missing.

"Robin! You tore your shirt? How are we going to fix that?"

The black wolf's shirt was pulled taut across her breasts, soaked fur pressed against the wet fabric, nipples poking out noticeably through her shirt and visible bra. The shirt formed a V-shape, exposing her generous cleavage and stomach, all the way down to her belly button. The bra itself looked tiny and painful. Robin looked up at Miss Harrington. "I didn't take the buttons off! It's just too small! They popped off themselves!"

Miss Harrington looked at the rip again. Robin's cleavage was plain as day through the rip. "Yes, well... you did mention earlier how they felt tight. I believe Jessica and Corsi are having the same problem."

"So is Tina," Robin said.

"Come to speak of it, my shoes are very cramped, and I just bought them last week. Plus, my sleeves are just about ready to cut off the circulation to my arms." She tugged on them as they walked after the group. They could see several of the girls pulling on their skirts and stockings, as if trying to make them fit. "Well, we can't have you walking around like that... why don't we..."

Miss Harrington stopped and stared as the tear grew loudly over the gentle patter of the rain. Several of the other girls stopped and looked back as well as Robin frantically tried to cover herself up as the shirt tore cleanly in half, right down the middle of the back. Miss Harrington's ears went flat as she heard a cry of distress from the middle of the group. Leaving Robin to try to hold her shirt together, she pushes through a few of the girls. Eleanor stood in the middle of the group, looking dumbfounded. Her shirt split along the seams and hung down over her waist. She wiped some water out of her eyes as she looked down at herself, then up at her teacher.

"Um... Miss Harrington? I don't think my shirt fits anymore."

Jessica and Natasha looked shocked as they saw Eleanor's full breasts dripping water, her small looking bra the only thing left on her chest. They all knew what each other looked like naked from the communal showers at school, and they both knew that she did not own a pair of breasts that large. Natasha looked at Jessica, mortified as she felt her own shirt growing tighter and tighter.

"Jessica? What's happening?"

"I'm not sure, but these clothes are killing me..."

John was staring, open-mouthed, as he watched the girls around him all start losing their clothes. His behavior didn't escape the notice of Miss Harrington, who marched up to him and grabbed his ear.

"John Salvuk! Eyes front, young man!"

She pulled him around, and just as she did, all the buttons on her shirt popped off. Her blouse fell open, the light breeze pulling it around to her back. John's eyes grew wider as the lioness's bra snapped in back and fell off, falling to the ground wetly. Miss Harrington gasped and covered herself up with her arms.

"John! Face away from us, now!"

John nodded and slowly turned around, looking away from the girls and Miss Harrington. Fortunately, Miss Harrington thought to herself, the girls are too occupied to notice him for now.

Turning her attention back to her class, she grimly held her black button less shirt over her breasts, even as she felt the shoulders squeeze in around her tightly. Her skirt started constricting around her waist as she looked around desperately for cover. Spying some bushes, she called out to the class for them to head over there.

"And John, don't dare look!"

The girls started running to the bushes as their clothing burst apart at the seams. Tina's was the first to lose her skirt, the material stretching around her growing legs and waist as she tried to unhook her painfully tight bra. Her waterlogged fur dripped moisture as the warm rain fell over her naked breasts.

"Miss Harrington, what should I do? This skirt is killing me!"

The other girls looked at Miss Harrington for help, their blouses in tatters around their shoulders, most able to cover themselves up only a little bit. Tina couldn't even do that. The skunk's breasts and shoulders looked much larger than they had before.

Miss Harrington sighed as she unfastened her skirt. "Okay, girls. Unfasten your skirts. You will still wear them, but try to pull them up. That should help. If you need to, cut the threads on the waistband to give yourself more room.

She watched as the girls followed her directions as John's voice called out for her.

"What is it, John?" She yelled back over the trees.

"Um... maybe you better come see..."

Miss Harrington turned around and held an arm across her breasts as she walked out from the bushes. She nearly laughed when she saw John standing there, holding just his hat over his privates. The rest of his clothes were scattered on the ground. The lioness did a double take when she saw John's chest and stomach. His body looked like he'd been working out for years and years.

"John, turn around so you can't see the girls. They're very modest and I don't want them embarrassed." She blinked as she he turned around and she saw his firm, sculptured butt, wet tail hanging low. "Um... yes, that's better. Now, uh... John, please wait there for a few more minutes." She shook herself as she went back to the girls, stopping on the way to remove her painfully tight shoes.

The girls were already removing theirs when she arrived. Most managed to keep their skirts around their hips, but they had a hard time of it. They looked like mini-skirts, if that. Their panties had already been removed, proving much too small to hold their expanding bodies.

"Miss Harrington, what happened to you?"

"What?"

"Well, look at you!"

Miss Harrington looked down. She gasped again as she saw an enormous set of breasts, much large than she ever had. The arm covering them was firm and muscled, obviously strong and powerful. She looked down over her breasts at her smooth, hard stomach and then saw her long, lean legs, cords of muscle running down the thighs and calves.

"Dear me... girls, are you doing okay?"

The girls were going through similar transformations. Tina's was the most obvious, as she'd been the bulkiest and strongest looking of them before. Now more masculine than the others, she didn't have the same size of breasts as some of the other girls, though she still had a noticeably bigger pair. Her stomach contained a highly defined six-pack. The skunk's back rippled as she moved, her broad shoulders full of power.

Jessica gained the most femininity of the group. Her stomach looked narrower than ever, her hips wide. She didn't have as much muscle mass as the other girls, but the largest pair of breasts most had ever seen sat on her delicate frame, almost ridiculous looking. The D-cups swayed as she walked, firm and robust.

Robin gave up on the shirt a while ago. Water ran over her black fur in rivulets, the fur plastered around her large nipples. She gained nearly half a foot in height and a lot of mass, although she still looked lithe and light.

Eleanor stood there, looking confused as she watched her classmates. She barely noticed her own transformation, from a slightly overweight hare into a stocky, heavy-set hare with long, powerful legs.

Corsi looked like she was ready to die as she felt her smooth stomach. A swimmer's build before they arrived in this strange place, she now looked smoother and leaner than before. Though her body held no real definition, she still looked like she could hold her own against the other girls with her quick, agile body.

Natasha nearly broke down and cried as she tried to cover herself with her arms, holding tattered remnants of her blouse over her chest. She looked very unhappy to be in her current situation and instinctively moved behind Eleanor, hiding her nakedness as best she could. She gained a lot from the transformation, going from fairly flat-chested to very robust. Her long hair fell about her shoulders and chest as the calico looked down at her bare feet, unable to comprehend what happened.

Nell looked the happiest of all the girls. Her breasts were just as large as Jessica's, and the voluptuous tiger's curves were more pronounced than ever. She hefted a breast in a paw, judging how much she gained, and ran a paw over her sides and down her thigh, feeling her legs.

"Hey, this isn't too bad!" She beamed at the other girls. "There's no way any boy can ignore us now."

The other girls looked at her in amazement.

"You have such a one-track mind, Nell," Corsi snapped. "This is terrible!"

They all started talking then, arguing as Miss Harrington put a paw up to her forehead and closed her eyes, trying to think. Corsi and Natasha were devastated by their new condition, but Jessica and Robin thought that it might not be too bad if they could find decent clothing. Eleanor and Tina didn't really know what to make of it all.

"Girls... I realize our clothes are in tatters, but we still have to keep moving. We have to find shelter for the night. It will be dark in just a few hours, and I don't want us out in the open, especially in this condition," Miss Harrington said, looking around at the confused girls. "I know you're all nervous about John, but I'll make sure he won't be watching us. He's..." She paused and swallowed, taking a deep breath. "Changed, shall we say, as well. I'll go instruct him to walk in front of us as we continue. I'm sorry for pushing you all like this, I know this isn't the best time to keep moving, but we do need to find someplace to sleep for the night, preferably dry and warm."

The girls nodded as the rain continued to fall, warm and dense. John's new body caught their interest greatly, and they could all agree that having John walk at the front of the group wasn't a bad idea, as it gave them ample opportunity to check out his rigid back and toned mouse-butt. They discussed quietly amongst themselves, so that neither John nor Miss Harrington could hear, how much they liked John's changes, and that maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Natasha insisted, however, that they were all in deep trouble for being so naked.

"Tasha, there's not even anybody around who could get mad at us for being like this. I mean, it's not like we're home or anything," Jessica said. She had long ago given up trying to cover herself and just walked. She discovered, as did Robin, Nell, and even Corsi, that it was quite nice letting their breasts swing about freely as they walked, the warm rain cascading over them. "Besides, we should really make the best of it... we have no idea how to get home, or where to go, or even what kind of people there are here, if there are any at all. Besides, it's just us, and as long as we ignore John, we can pretend we're in the showers at school, you know?" Natasha just grumbled to herself and hugged her arms around her breasts more tightly. The rain made the ground slippery and muddy. After they'd been hiking for about half an hour, Tina slipped and fell, landing on her side in a half-foot deep pool of mud. She came out covered in the mud, although the rain helped wash some out of her eyes.

"Oh my... Tina, are you alright?" Several of the girls giggled, including Nell, who bent over and helped Tina up. "You got dirty!"

"You want dirty?" Without warning, Tina pulled on Nell's paw and they both fell into the mud.

Jessica laughed and Natasha gasped. Miss Harrington turned around and saw the two girls in the mud, laughing, and started to say something, but stopped. Let them have some fun, she thought to herself. There's nobody around to see them acting this way, and they need something to take their minds off their current state anyways. She turned back around and saw John still walking forward, ears swiveled to the back.

"John! John, stop walking for a little while," she called out to him as she heard the unmistakable sound of thrown mud hitting fur. "The girls are... taking a break. Just go rest on that boulder to your right."

John yelled back an affirmative and went in front of the boulder, then leaned back and closed his eyes, the faint sounds of the girls' activities reaching his ears. Several shrieks and laughs later, he could resist no longer. He leaned over to the side of the boulder and peered through a small bush that hid him from view. He first saw Miss Harrington sitting not too far away, watching the girls with a smile on her face.

When he saw the girls, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. They were slinging mud at each other, laughing and running about. Natasha even got in on the fun, albeit a bit awkwardly. She tossed some mud at Jessica, who laughed and tackled her. John's eyes opened even wider as he saw the busy vixen lying on top the smaller, but no less impressively endowed hare. Their breasts rubbed together and mud smeared over their nearly naked bodies. Nell tossed another couple handfuls at Corsi, which the otter nimbly dodged, then flung back a handful, catching Nell square on the chest.

John realized he was growing quite aroused. He looked down at himself and realized his body wasn't the only thing to have grown larger... his penis was thicker and longer than ever before. It throbbed and pressed into his stomach as he returned to watching the girls, keeping a careful eye out in case Miss Harrington should see him.

Natasha squirmed beneath Jessica, who had her pinned by the arms, their busts squished against each others.

"Say auntie!"

Natasha laughed and tried to wiggle out of Jessica's grasp, when they both gasped, their nipples rubbing against each other. Natasha turned bright red beneath her fur and Jessica quickly let her go and stood up, laughing a little as the tremors of pleasure left their shaking breasts. Natasha was about to say something when a gob of mud hit her in the back and she whirled around to find Robin grinning at her. Natasha and Jessica soon forgot the incident as they rejoined the girls and kept on wrestling and throwing mud, creating a general mess of themselves and what remained of their clothing. Nell tripped and fell into Eleanor's arms, who caught her and held her up. They both fell, however, when Corsi slid against their legs. They tumbled down in a heap of arms, legs, and breasts, laughing and giggling all the while.

Pretty soon, they were all brown colored, covered head to toe in the surprisingly clean, smooth mud. They laughed and wrestled, Tina not so surprisingly able to pin them all down fairly easily. Jessica laughed as Nell tickled her feet and responded by tickling the tiger's stomach. Corsi wriggled against Tina as the large skunk held onto the otter, wrapping her arms around her classmate's waist. As Corsi wiggled, Tina gasped a little, the otter's movements stimulating her nipples. She let go of Corsi and laughed a little, shaken by the amount of pleasure from the unexpected contact.

Corsi turned away and stood up, trying to gather her clothes about her as Tina watched her through the falling rain. Before either could say anything, Miss Harrington stood up and clapped her hands.

"Girls! I know you're having fun, but we really must be moving on... there's a small stream over here that I want you all to wash yourselves off in."

John sighed and turned back around, leaning back against the boulder. His erection throbbed even more under his hat as he closed his eyes and thought about the action he'd just scene.

"Hi, John."

John's eyes flew open as he saw Robin looking down at him. She was lying on her stomach on top of the boulder, looking over the side at him.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

John stuttered and coughed turning around and scrabbling backwards.

"Wh... what show?"

Robin laughed and winked at him. "Don't worry, Miss Harrington didn't see you. But I did." She smiled at him as she put her paws under her chin, looking at him squarely, her large breasts flattened against the cool stone beneath her. "You know, you're pretty handsome."

John stood up and looked flabbergasted trying not to look at Robin because of his embarrassment, and his still raging erection which was clearly visible beneath his hat. "Umm... are you going to tell..."

"To tell Miss Harrington you watched us? No... I won't," she said. John heaved a sigh of relief. "I won't, that is, if you do me a favor." John nodded, eager to avoid Miss Harrington's sure wrath if he found out what he'd seen. "Anything!"

He almost regretted his words when he saw Robin's smile and her eyes drift over his muscled frame. "You'll know soon enough... maybe tonight." She winked and slid back down the rock, disappearing from view.

John sighed and tried to readjust his cap when he heard Miss Harrington calling for him. He walked around the boulder and saw the lioness facing him a dozen feet away or so, arms over her chest.

"John, we'll be leaving soon. Sorry to make you wait so long with nothing to do. Please go out to the road and wait for us." "Yes, Miss Harrington," he called back. He smiled to himself as he went back around the boulder and lifted his cap away, looking down at himself. Maybe I won't mind not facing them while we're walking this time, he thought to himself.

* * *

The rain eventually stopped. All the girls, freshly clean from the stream, were happier than they were before. Tina was starting to enjoy her new form and relaxed a lot, growing used to their perpetual nakedness. Robin and Jessica were learning to enjoy themselves as well on their trip, and even Natasha put her hands down by her sides at times, rather than prudishly covering herself up.

Even Miss Harrington relaxed and let herself sway free. Secretly, she loved her new body, how it curved and swayed, her golden fur shining, slightly damp yet from the rain. She almost started purring as her breasts swung back and forth, but caught herself. Her long hair fell over her shoulders and over her breasts, covering them up somewhat. The bun she preferred to have her hair tied up in fell apart during the rain and she hadn't bothered putting it back up, finding the natural covering more convenient.

The light was fading and Miss Harrington knew they'd need to find shelter soon. As luck would have it, they soon came upon an old, abandoned barn. The house that presumably went with it was reduced to a few stumps of wood and scattered debris, but the barn was still in good condition.

"Girls! Girls, please pay attention!"

They slowly quieted down and gathered around. John perked an ear, trying to listen even as he kept facing away.

"We'll be staying in that barn - it looks abandoned. In the morning, we'll keep moving."

Jessica raised a paw. "Miss Harrington?"

"Yes, Jessica?"

"Look at the road."

Everyone looked down. Two long, straight tracks in the hardening mud were clear and fresh.

"Jessica, I'm glad you noticed that," Miss Harrington said. "This means we must be getting close to other people who can tell us where we are and, perhaps, what happened to us." She smiled at the girls. "Now, shall we get ready for bed, girls?"

The barn had a few holes in the roof, but on the whole was in good repair. There was plenty of straw that the girls made their beds out of. John took several armfuls into one of the empty horse stalls near the barn door, giving himself a bit of distance from the girls.

Corsi found a well outside the barn, and after they'd all freshened up, washing away the grime of the day from their faces and paws, they returned to the barn. John gathered sticks and branches while they were out, and as they walked in, they found him in the middle of their sleeping area trying to build a small fire in a shallow pit he scratched into the clay earth.

"Girls, please wait outside, John is in here right now," Miss Harrington told her class. She walked in and knelt down by John, carefully covering herself with her hair and an arm. "Thank you for being so considerate today, John. I know it was hard for you. I want you to know how much I appreciate it."

John felt a small pang of guilt as he remembered watching the mud fight. "No problem, Miss H." He positioned his board and stick and started rubbing it, trying to create enough friction to start a fire. "I'm having a hard time getting this started, though."

Miss Harrington nodded and watched as he worked, the mouse's strong paws moving the sticks quickly, grinding the end of the one in his paws into the small mound of tinder on the board, twirling it between his palms. This went on for almost ten minutes, with no visible result, until John sat back on his kneels. "I don't know, Miss H. I don't think I'll be able to get it going... these sticks are still wet from all the rain earlier. This is just frustrating..." He decided to give it one last try. Gripping the stick tightly, he gritted his teeth and focused on the stick. He just started to lower the stick to the board when the whole thing burst into flames.

Miss Harrington jumped backwards, shocked. The entire stick was on fire, except where John was holding it. He quickly dropped it into the tinder and looked at his paw. Not a single hair was singed, even though he'd been holding onto it as it burned.

"John, what did you just do?"

John looked up at her, eyes wide. "I don't know, Miss H! I just really wanted to get a fire started, and then the stick started burning..." He started piling other sticks on top of the light one, getting the fire going. He stood up and looked at her. He fashioned a crude loincloth out of scraps of clothes earlier in the day, although it didn't help hide much.

"Very strange... John, I want you to do that again. Here," she said, handing him another piece of wood. "Try this one."

John took the stick from her and concentrated on it. He held it away from him, gripping it tightly in his fist, eyes narrowed. A few wisps of smoke drifted up from it, and suddenly the whole thing burst into flame, just like before, as if it burned from the inside out.

"John, that's incredible!"

"Tell me about it," he said, carefully holding the blazing stick. "Um... can I put it down now? It doesn't burn or anything, but it makes me kind of nervous..."

Miss Harrington nodded and John tossed the stick into the fire. She looked at him curiously. "I wonder if you can do that whenever you want. It's very impressive. We'll have to try some things tomorrow."

John nodded and flushed, pleased at the compliment. "Yes, Miss Harrington."

"Now, John, thank you for the fire, but the girls should be getting some sleep. First, though, I'd like to ask you a favor. If you would stay up for a few more hours as our night watchman, I would appreciate it very much. I'll trade places with you after a while. Would you do that for me?"

"Yes, Miss H. I'll go over by the doors now."

"Thank you, John." Miss Harrington watched him walk away, eyeing his bottom again, then went to fetch the girls. They were very glad to have the warm fire to finish drying their fur with, and when Miss Harrington told them how John lit it, they all grew very excited.

"Pyrokinesis," Jessica exclaimed. "That's what it is! Wow... I wonder if any of us can do it too!"

The girls all grabbed small branches and twigs, but none could produce the same effect as John. They all gave up after a while after Miss Harrington told them to settle in for the night.

As the girls drifted off one by one, weary from a hard day's trek, one stayed up. Robin waited for almost an hour before sitting up. Eyeing the teacher's still form as she silently sneaked past her, she crept towards the door... and John.

John yawned, trying to stay awake as he leaned against the door. A full moon hung over the sky, guarding the still night just as John guarded the barn's entrance. He was nearly dozing off when a paw sneaked from behind the door and clamped his muzzle shut. He struggled against the dark paw until Robin's face appeared in front of his. She released his muzzle and smiled at him broadly, putting her paw instead on his shoulder.

"Hi, John..." Her paw squeezed his shoulder.

"Um... hi, Robin. What are you doing up?" John gulped nervously and tried to look around door to see where Miss Harrington was.

Robin put her paw on John's chin and guided his gaze back to her. "The question should be, John, what are you doing up?" She grinned as she knelt in front of him, her full breasts dancing tantalizingly in front of him.

"What are you doing," John hissed. "What if Miss Harrington catches us?"

Robin smiled, teeth glinting in the moonlight. "She's sound asleep. C'mon, John... I saw you earlier." She took one of his paws in hers. "You liked what you saw then, didn't you?" She guided his paw to her breast, pressing his palm against her firm nipple.

His sharp intake of breath and the subsequent tenting of his shoddy loincloth meant Robin achieved her goal. She moved his paw against her, using his paw to rub and squeeze her firm, large breasts. He slowly started doing it on his own as she smiled wider, encouraging him. She moved her paws to his shoulders as his other paw reached up to massage her other breast. As he squeezed and played with them, to her obvious pleasure, she ran her paws down the mouse's chest, moaning a little as she felt how hard and developed he'd become. His pecs were hard and solid, his abs a roc-hard six-pack of muscle.

She looked down and almost moaned even louder when she saw his long, rigid shaft pressing against the pliable loincloth. She backed away from his and stood up, then took his hand in hers and started leading him away from the barn.

The moon provided plenty of light as they silently walked out of earshot of the barn. Robin stopped when they were a few hundred yards away, under an ancient oak tree in the middle of a large field. The ground at the bottom of the tree was soft and firm. Robin could see the barn in the distance, but knew that they were invisible to anyone trying to see them.

Robin turned to John, who looked nervous. He smiled at her, unsure of what to do, when she stepped in close to him and nuzzled his ear.

"John... is this your first time?"

He nodded and blushed, looking down at his feet as she ran a paw over his arm. "It's okay, John... we'll just go slow..."

Robin smiled and he relaxed, bringing his paws up to her waist and resting them there as she licked his cheek and jaw line. His ears twitched as her tongue lapped across his muzzle, bathing his lips in warmth. Robin pursed her lips then, pressing them to John's, as she put her arms over his shoulders and pulled him in close. He started a little, but then responded in kind, squeezing her hips more tightly and pulling her close to him. His body felt good against hers as the black wolf opened her muzzle, pleasantly surprised to find John's muzzle doing the same. As their tongues met, he moaned lightly. She could feel his erection pressing into her waist and stomach, throbbing lightly beneath the cloth.

Smiling, Robin broke the kiss and squeezed his shoulders. John smiled back, nose twitching as he inhaled her scent.

"You're very handsome, John... do you know that I've always wanted to do this with you? I never had a chance at the school, but here... here I feel like I can do anything!"

John smiled wider as he leaned in and nuzzled the wolf's neck. "I've always wanted to do this with you too... but I never thought you were interested in me, you were always running around with boys from outside the school."

Robin giggled. "Them! They were just flings. I think I was almost expected to be caught with them. But you... I knew you were special as soon as I got to the school and saw you working there." She sighed resting her head on his shoulder. "I never thought I'd have the chance to do anything before I left the school though, or tell you what I wanted; your room was so near the other teacher's that I couldn't risk getting caught."

John smiled and kissed her lightly. "I don't think we need to worry about being caught now though..."

With a surprising amount of strength, John grasped Robin's firm bottom and lifted her up against him. She smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her in the air. He held her close with one arm, kissing her hard, as he lowered them both to the ground. Lying on top of the young wolf, the mouse smiled and kissed her again. She put her paws on his shoulders, rubbing and pulling on him as his chest pressed into her large breasts.

She moaned lightly as she felt his large member rub against her belly. He sat back on his heels and helped her squirm out of the remnants of her skirt, leaving her body naked in the soft moonlight that trickled through the leaves. He gasped as he saw her, lying on her back, legs spread slightly, one bent, the other straight, full breasts pulled apart by gravity. The wolf's nipples were large and erect, a light pink color that contrasted her fur which seemed to absorb the moonlight as he gazed at her, reveling in her smooth, strong look. He ran a paw down her bent leg, smiling widely as his other paw unfastened the knot at his waist that held up his loincloth. As it fluttered to the ground, it was her turn to gasp.

His long, slightly curved penis jutted out from his loins magnificently, shining lightly in the moonlight. His full ballsac hung below, swaying back and forth. She smiled and extended her arms, palms upwards, wanting him to be near her.

He did so, putting his paws on the ground by her shoulders as she clung to his. As he lowered his naked body to hers, she whimpered lightly, arching her body to meet his. He smiled and kissed her neck, rubbing against her, letting her feel his penis slide against her stomach and thigh. She spread her legs widely as he moved down her body, paws sliding over her chest. As he lowered his mouth to her breast, she moaned and squirmed, panting as his tongue slid over her hypersensitive nipples. Gasping, she pulled at the back of his head, arching her back as he sucked on the firm nipple eagerly.

His tongue swirled over the nub as his other paw slid up her firm body, fingers exploring her taut thighs and hard abs. It cupped her other breast, then his thumbs stroked over the nipple, causing her to gasp again and moan. He continued to suck and rub, breathing hard through his nose. He switched his muzzle to her other nipple and bit down gently, making her squirm worse underneath him. He giggled and lifted his head, gazing at her. As she returned the gaze, they both knew they were ready. Sliding back up her body slowly, the head of his penis brushed against her inner thighs. As he put his palms on the ground and arched his back, he slowly pressed his thick cock through her wet lips, penetrating her slowly. She let out a long, low moan as he filled her, his long cock never seeming end as she clutched at his back and sides. The young mouse's fingers dug into the dirt as he pressed himself all the way into the panting wolf beneath him.

"Ooh... John..." Robin moaned and squirmed as John gritted his teeth, eyes closed, head bowed. He started to move in and out of her body slowly, lowering himself until he rested on top of her lightly, holding himself up on his elbows. He brushed the dirt from his paws and stroked her long hair best he could as his hips moved slowly in and out of his lover's warm folds.

Robin urged the mouse on, pulling at his hips, eager to be taken faster, to experience more of him, but he kept the pace slow, smiling and licking her muzzle as she tried to push her hips back up at him, impatient for more. John slowly increased the pace of their passionate lovemaking, moving faster as his long, slick cock slid its entire length into and out of the wolf's willing body. John groaned loudly and buried his face in the wolf's neck as he started moving even faster, his thick cock sliding hotly between her legs as her innards clenched at him, trying to keep him inside of her.

Robin's moans spurred him on as he pushed himself to his paws again and started to hump her hard, a little slower, but with more power. She groaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles above his tail as he slammed into her, rocking her whole body back and forth, making her breasts sway and shake. She leaned her head back and gasped as he filled her with every hard, long thrust. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to her muzzle as she kissed him hard.

She nipped his lip lightly as he hit her g-spot, as if he instinctively knew what to do to please her. Her eyes opened wide, glazed and unfocused as he continued to pound into her, her pussy feeling like liquid fire as she felt the tinglings of her orgasm approaching. Her mouth formed a small, round "O" as John pressed his cheek against hers.

"Ooh... Robin... I'm close..." John's words came out gutturally as he pressed his cheek to hers, his hot breath washing over her ears, his words barely registering in her head as she clutched at him tighter.

"Yes... yes, John... ooh... more," she crooned back, strong arm's pulling at him. As she felt his powerful back ripple beneath her fingers, he grunted and pushed himself deeply into her, embedding himself within her tightly as she felt him cum for the first time inside of her, his large cock spurting out its load deep into her depths. As soon as she felt him cum, she moaned and came herself, the feelings of his cock inside and hard body pressing into hers too much. She went rigid, her walls clutching at his cock, milking it, as she hugged herself to him, unable to relax as pleasure swept through her, leaving her shaking and spent.

John shuddered as he lowered himself against her. She felt him tremble as he put an arm under her back and press his paw to her head, raising her to kiss him. His tongue entered her mouth and rubbed against hers as his cock dully throbbed, sending the occasional shiver of pleasure up her stomach. They lay there for several minutes, too tired to move.

John watched the moonlight play across Robin's still features, the swirling leaves above changing the rhythm and pattern. He traced a finger through her thick chest fur, playing with the tuft of white sitting between and slightly above her cleavage. He smiled and gently squeezed one of her nipples, watching the appreciative smile cross her face as she made low noises of contentment in the back of her throat, moving against him lightly.

She opened her eyes and regarded him lazily, contentment oozing from her still form as he licked her cheek happily. "Mmmm... you realize the other girls are going to be after you as well, right?"

John smiled and kissed her cheek. "I know."

Robin ran a paw over his back, smiling back. "Too bad I can't have you all to myself... but I suppose it's fun to share as well."

John blinked and looked down at her. "Share?"

Robin giggled. "You don't think the other girls aren't going to get a piece of you, one way or another? I practically had to fight Nell for the right to get to you first!"

John laughed, nervously. "Nell?"

Robin nodded, her smile growing. "And Tina. And even Jessica was talking about getting a piece of you! I told them that I was getting you first, though, and they backed off."

"You mean, you... you want-"

"Yes, I want you to do this with the other girls, John. How can I stop you?"

"But we... we..."

"We just shared in something very special and very lovely, and we're going to be very close, but that doesn't mean you have to confine yourself to just me, John." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're too much a stud for just one person to handle, and besides, I never was one for monogamy. You're a sweetheart, Johnny, but you'll learn pretty quickly that neither you or I are going to stick to each other - it's much more fun to share."

John grinned and kissed her, making it last for almost a minute before breaking it. "I'm glad you feel that way... I think that 'sharing' could be pretty fun. But I think that I want to share with you for a lot longer right now..."

She smiled, the smile quickly turning into a moan as his paw grasped her nipple and rubbed lightly. He pulled out of her slickly, his cock half erect still. Rolling onto his side, he pulled her up on top of him just as he lay on his back, having her straddle his waist and hips. She smiled down at him, as his paws ran over her stomach.

"I think that sharing with you more is going to be a very rewarding experience," Robin said, looking at him sultrily. Her teeth shined as she bent over, gently nipping his cheek. "Very," she said, putting an unmistakable emphasis on the word, "rewarding."

John gulped and smiled, nervous again, as she ground her hips into his, her breasts dangling over his chest tantalizingly. Looking up at her, the dark wolf face framed by long dark hair, he licked his lips and moaned as he pushed his hips to meet hers. It's going to be a long night, he thought to himself. Good.

* * *

The next morning, Miss Harrington woke up very early, realizing right away that she hadn't replaced John the night before on watch. Standing up carefully, so as not to disturb the sleeping girls around her feet, she stepped out of the straw bed, picking the loose ends out of her fur. She fixed her hair as best she could, loosening the tight bun she arranged it in the night before, then reworking it to fix the loose hairs. As she finished, she looked back with a start and realized one of the girls was missing. A quick head count and mental check-off told her that it was Robin.

"I might have known," she growled angrily to herself. "What is that young lady up to?" She started heading to the door just as it squeezed open a few inches and Robin stepped in backwards. At least, Robin's back-end stepped in, covered in the ragged bits of her skirt. She was leaning over, as if peering around the door talking to someone. As she took another step backwards, Miss Harrington watched, shocked, as John's muzzle came into view, firmly locked onto one of her students!

The gasp of surprise woke Tina, who sat up blearily, rubbing her eyes. As she focused unsteadily on the scene at the far end of the barn, she grinned and nudged Jessica awake, who was still sleeping a few feet away. Within a minute, all the girls were wide awake, staring at Robin and John's long, intimate kiss, most with obvious envy. Miss Harrington whirled around and hissed at them to go back to sleep. Dutifully, the girls lay back down. Tina, Jessica, Nell, and Corsi all had to stifle giggles as they winked at each other. The noise reached Robin, who quickly disengaged herself from John and closed the door, looking guiltily at Miss Harrington as the lioness approached her. Grabbing the wolf firmly by the ear, Miss Harrington marched Robin into one of the empty horse stalls out of view of the girls and shook her, making the wolf whimper in pain.

"Ow! What're you doing, trying to pull it out by the roots?"

"Why shouldn't I, you dreadful girl! Think of the example you re setting the others, gallivanting around with John like that. You think you can get away with stealing off like that?" Miss Harrington shook her by the shoulders, eyes flashing angrily. "Why, if your parents were here, they'd-"

"But they're not here, and neither is the school! We're somewhere completely off the map, Miss Harrington, and the rules don't apply anymore!"

"That's no excuse for not behaving like a civilized young lady!"

"Look, Miss Harrington, I know you mean well, and that's fine, you do a good job of getting us around safely. But we're not at St. Vivian's anymore, and you can't stop me from doing what I like." She paused, taking a breath as she looked at her teacher. Miss Harrington just watched her, expressionless, waiting. "I'm smart enough to know that we need to look to you to lead us out of here and get us home, but you can't expect to have the same control over us. Maybe Tasha and Jessica and Eleanor are willing to pretend, but I'm facing reality." She sighed, looking down. "Miss Harrington, I want to like you and be on your good side. But that's not gonna happen until you face facts and quit acting like such a prude. What happened to us isn't a bad thing, it's a good thing! Have you noticed how much stronger we are? And please, I saw the way you were looking at John yesterday, the same as we were."

Robin stopped as Miss Harrington held up a paw. "Okay, Robin. Enough. You've made your point. I'm willing to treat you as an adult, but you have to act like one. Running off in the middle of the night with John, leaving us unguarded, is completely inappropriate. Think about your classmates - what would have happened if something went wrong and John wasn't there to warn us?" It was Miss Harrington's turn to sigh as she looked down at herself, her clothes in tatters.

"And as far as what happened to us, yes, we've all changed, but for better or for worse remains to be seen. I want to like you too, Robin, and I'm afraid my instincts kicked in before my common sense did. I'll give you all more leeway, but I still expect you to act like proper young ladies. Your time at the school is not going to be a waste simply because we're trapped in a strange land. Sneaking away at night is not acceptable. Understand?" Robin nodded and Miss Harrington continued. "I need to maintain order, Robin! Natasha and Eleanor are on the verge of panic all the time. Corsi is ready to snap at the slightest thing. Jessica is handling it okay, she's smart enough, but as far as common sense goes... and don't talk about Nell, you know she can't focus on anything. I'm depending on you and Tina to help me lead the girls, and that includes taking on enough responsibility to follow the rules and keep order."

Robin nodded, understanding that she needed to help the teacher maintain discipline. Her rebellious side, for once, quieted down as she realized the gravity of the position in which Miss Harrington placed her. "I understand. I'm sorry about last night, it won't happen again. Thank you for understanding me, though. I'll listen to you more carefully from now on, I promise. As far as being lady-like, you know I was never much into that anyways."

Miss Harrington laughed. "Yes, I know. You had enough demerits to prove that! I'd still appreciate it, however, if you inform me as to your whereabouts. Understand?"

Robin nodded and they left the stall. Miss Harrington went to talk to John as Robin walked over to the class, swaying her hips saucily as several of her classmates whistled and crowded around, voices raised in a babble of questions.

Miss Harrington opened the door and stuck her head outside. "John?"

John stepped from around the corner, paws folded over his loincloth, head down. "Yes, Miss Harrington?"

"John, I want you to know I'm not mad at you. It's perfectly natural what you and Robin did last night considering our... circumstances. Next time you decide to go AWOL on me, however, I'd appreciate a little notice. I'd like to have us guarded at nights, if you please."

John breathed a sigh of relief and almost saluted. "Yes, ma'am. Understood."

Miss Harrington smiled. "Please wait here, John. We'll be out to use the well in a few minutes."

John nodded and, slumped to the ground as Miss Harrington went inside the barn. He leaned against a broken up stone wall and sighed, happy to escape the wrath he was expecting to face. He smiled as he remembered the night before... he and Robin made intense love nearly all night long, only catching a few hours of sleep before dawn broke. Panicked they ran back as quick as they could, arriving just a moment too late.

A rustling noise to his right caught his attention. He leaned over, trying to spot what it was, and then let out a gasp as he spotted a filthy looking male rat creeping through the tree line, heading straight for the barn. The evil looking creature hadn't spotted him yet. John crouched low, hiding himself among the tall grass at the base of the wall. He instinctively looked to his left and spotted two more, a fox dressed in loose fitting, red-stained clothing, and an older looking badger with an eyepatch. They both clutched lengthy, dangerous looking swords. Looking back at the rat, he saw that the villain wore a pair of daggers on his waist.

John swung his attention to the door of the barn just as it was starting to open. Miss Harrington leaned out, looking around for him. "John? Where are you?"

A loud hiss sliced through the still morning air and a throwing axe thunked into the door, just a half foot from Miss Harrington's face. As she yelled in shock and fell backwards, trying to close the doors, John saw at least six more poorly dressed bandits run towards the barn, including the three in the woods on the sides. John heard one running up from behind the wall he was hiding in front of, about two dozen feet from the barn. As a figure leaped over him, he reached up and pulled on its foot, bringing him crashing to the ground. Leaping on top of the otter's back, John grabbed the back of his head and slammed it against the ground, knocking him cold instantly. He looked at his paws, wondering how he moved so quickly, the moves coming instinctively to him.

He shook his head and snatched the otter's crossbow and knife, then leapt up and ran for the door, hearing the shouts of the bandits as he pounded on the wood planks.

"Miss H! Let me in! It's John!"

The door cracked open and he slipped in, narrowly avoiding a throwing axe in his back as the door slammed shut again.

"Thanks, Tina," he said, looking at the skunk and nodding. Tina smiled back and latched the door in place.

"John! Are you all right?" Miss Harrington came forward, nervous.

"Yes, I'm fine. Is everyone okay in here?" Miss Harrington nodded.

"How many of them did you see, John?"

"About nine. Well, make it eight."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, where do you think these came from?" He grinned and held up the crossbow and knife. "Anyone know how to use this thing?"

All of the girls shook their heads except for Natasha, who timidly raised her paw. "I used to shoot a bow and arrow at summer camp..."

John tossed her the heavy contraption, which she caught and looked at curiously. Her fingers gripped the stock as she brought it to her shoulder. A string of bolts were attached to the underside. She grabbed one automatically as she set the butt against her shoulder and loaded it, pulling the heavy string back with ease, then latching it over a small, moveable knob deftly.

"Whoa, Tasha! Where'd you learn that?" Eleanor looked at her happily. "You gotta show me that sometime!"

Natasha looked confused. "Um... I don't know. I just wanted to load it and I did!"

John whirled and Natasha aimed the crossbow at the door as the axe-head tore out of the door. They all jumped when the axe crashed into the door again, raining splinters down onto the floor.

"They're trying to get in," Corsi exclaimed. "Who are they?" "From the look of them, bandits. I don't think they're wanting to talk, Miss Harrington." John held the knife at ready, watching the door carefully.

Miss Harrington nodded and stood at the ready, adopting a fighting posture without realizing she was doing so. Setting her face in a grim frown, she looked at the other girls. "We can't run, girls, there's no way out. Just be ready to try and defend yourselves... I want everyone in a circle, facing outwards. Got it?"

The girls nodded and formed a circle, Natasha instinctively moving into the center, crossbow at the ready.

"Oi! You in there! Come out, and we won't have to cut you all up!"

The harsh voice rang out as the axe chopped away at the door. It shook on its hinges as other deep voices laughed. Eleanor whimpered.

"Go away, you nasties!" Corsi yelled back. "Leave us alone, or you'll regret it!"

"Corsi, shh! Don't antagonize them," Miss Harrington said. "Maybe they'll just leave if..."

"Hey, I bet some of you young ladies would like a real good fuck, eh? I saw a big tittied lioness in there, why don't she come out ta meet us, eh?"

Miss Harrington growled, claws extending dangerously. "Nevermind, Corsi. Carry on."

The axe broke through again, knocking out half a plank. A wolf looked through, gray and brown colored. He laughed as he looked in at them.

"Oy, mates! They're shakin' like leaves in there! I figger we kill da mouse, then have a spot of fun, eh?" His laughter turned to a cry of distress, then some faint gurgles as he clutched the thick wooden shaft that suddenly appeared in his neck.

Natasha looked shocked and dropped the crossbow. "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried. "Is he going to be all right?"

Robin grinned and picked up the bow, handing it back to Natasha. "I sure hope not. That was a good shot, Tasha!"

They heard angry shouts from outside, then a voice crying out, "Charge!"

As the entire band slammed into the door, knocking it flat into the dust, Natasha's hands ran like magic over the crossbow, loading it and firing it at the nearest attacker within seconds. She looked as startled as the brown colored canine she felled. Natasha didn't' have time to think about it, however, as the rest barely paused around their fallen comrade.

They ran towards the girls, who, standing in a semi-circle, braced themselves as they moved slowly backwards. Although every instinct in their bodies told them to run, something else made them stay. The ugly rat that John saw outside earlier launched himself into the air, knives out and aimed directly at him. Without knowing how, John ducked at the last moment, going under the knives, and then plunged his knife upwards into the rat, driving it to the hilt through the rat's heart. The rat fell to the ground behind John, dead before it hit the floor, as the girls stared in shock at the bloody corpse.

A maggoty fox grabbed Jessica's arm, trying to pull her away. She grabbed his wrist in her paw and twisted his entire arm automatically. He cried out as his rusty blade fell to the floor. An audible crack rang out and the fox screamed in pain. Jessica let go of the broken arm, and then, with the all the grace of a ballet dancer, spun around, landing a huge roundhouse kick to the side of his face, sending him flying through the air.

Two bandits, another fox and a skunk, were advancing on Eleanor, Corsi, and Nell. As Natasha's crossbow twanged behind them, dropping the skunk, Corsi lunged forward, dropping to her feet and tripping the fox, sending him crashing. Eleanor took advantage and kicked him in the head, her powerful blow rolling him over the bumpy ground several times.

Nell screamed as a tall horse grabbed her from behind, chuckling as he held a knife to her throat. The girls stilled as the last three bandits backed off, watching them warily. Natasha focused her crossbow on the horse as Nell quieted down, scared to death. Robin guarded Natasha's back as John, Corsi, and Jessica watched the three in front. Miss Harrington and Tina slowly advanced towards the horse, watching carefully.

"Stop moving, you! Or she gets it!" The horse pressed the knife against Nell's throat warningly. One of the bandits in front, a lanky, scarred mouse, laughed and spit at John's feet.

"Gotcha now, 'aven't we, you bloody whores! And who's this, your john? Don't look like much, do 'e, Brogg?" The wolf next to the rat smiled and nodded. "Aye, and I'm gonna have a good time gutting him. He killed Korkin."

Corsi bared her teeth as she moved closer to John. "As a matter of fact, his name is John, and you better get out of here and let Nell go or you'll end up the same as your friends!"

"Ooh, she's a feisty one, eh?" The horse holding Nell laughed. "Who wants to have a go at 'er first, lads? Likely she'll bite something of yers off before you get to do her!" He laughed again as Corsi bristled and took a few steps closer.

Nell looked scared. The horse holding her felt very strong and tall. The knife pressing into her throat started to slip, however, as the horse started grabbing at her waist, pulling off her clothing. As he ripped off the remnants of her school uniform, she acted quickly and bit down on the hand holding the knife. Her sharp feline jaws crushed the horse's hand. He screamed and dropped her, losing the knife in the process. Landing on her feet, Nell dodged a kick aimed at her as the horse held his hand and cussed. She brought her paws together in a fist, and then slammed them upwards between the horse's legs.

The horse fell over, convulsing on the ground and nearly puking. Nell kicked him in the side for good measure. "That's no way to talk," she yelled, kicking him again, "around a lady!"

The other bandits started backing away from the girls as Robin growled loudly. The last three looked at each other, dropped their swords, and ran, screaming. The barn door clattered beneath their feet as they ran, leaving their wounded and dead behind.

Miss Harrington brushed her paws together, as if wiping off grime from them, and then turned to the girls. "Excellent work, girls. I don't know how you did it, but you certainly did whatever it was you did well!"

Jessica nodded. "It's as if we respond automatically to danger... bio-defensive instincts."

Miss Harrington nodded as the other girls looked around them in wonder. Corsi whistled softly through her teeth as she surveyed the damage. "Better them than us, right girls?"

"Girls... you ain't no... girls..." The horse wheezed as he lay on the ground, shaking and clutching himself. "You must be demons..."

Eleanor looked shocked. "We are not! We're St. Vivian's Senior Etiquette and History class!"

Robin laughed loudly as she squatted in front of the horse, pushing him onto his back. "Hope you've learned your lesson," she said, grinning at him toothily. "Now, who are you?"

"I'm Jorko. We saw you come in here last night... we figured you were easy pickings," he said. He laughed and clutched his stomach again, grimacing. "So much for that."

"And just where were you heading before you found us, Mr. Jorko?" Miss Harrington pulled Robin away and stood in front of the horse as Natasha kept her crossbow trained on him. Behind them, John was gathering the girls together. Most sat guarding their recently vanquished foes. Several were knocked out, others groaning in pain. Most of the girls were having a hard time because of their unwelcome guests' poor hygiene.

"Why should I tell you, bitch?" He spit at her and laughed.

"Tina, would you come over here please?"

Tina turned around and walked over. "Yes, Miss Harrington?" She smiled sweetly at her teacher.

"Now, Tina, I want you to do something for me." She winked at Tina so that the horse couldn't see. "Could you tear this gentleman's arm off?"

Tina nodded, and adopted a serious looking expression. She cracked her knuckles, the tough, heavily muscled skunk placing a foot on the horse's chest. "Would you give me your hand, sir?"

The horse turned white and clutched his arm to his chest, shaking. "N...no... I'll tell you! We were going to ambush Ryoga, his caravan is moving through the woods later today near the river." He looked terrified as he babbled on. "There's another group or two that was supposed to meet us there and help out... it's gonna happen after midday. Oh, shit, don't tear off my arm, please!"

Tina slapped him, shocked. "Don't use language like that when ladies are present!"

Miss Harrington nodded approvingly and turned away from the shaking horse. "Let him up, Tina. Natasha, please cover him as Tina leads him out. Make sure he runs once he's out of the doors. If he dawdles, don't be afraid to practice your crossbow skills on a moving target."

Both girls giggled as they helped the terrified horse to his feel. Tina wrenched his arm up between his shoulder blades as she marched him outside. Throwing him onto the ground, she stood next to Natasha and smiled. "Tasha, I say we give him to the count of ten."

"I say five," Natasha said as she fingered her crossbow, smiling gleefully at the terrified horse. "Or should it be three?"

"Whatever it is, he'd better start running, don't you think?" Tina smiled sweetly at the horse. "Have a very unpleasant day, Mr. Jorko. Please, feel free not to return."

Jorko didn't need to be told twice. Within moments, he was running for his life, heading quickly up the river. Natasha and Tina returned inside just in time to join the group as Miss Harrington briefed them on what they should do next.

* * *

"So this Ryoga guy is going to be ambushed later today? And you want us to help him?"

Tina's voice sounded a little uncertain as she looked around the class. They were standing by the well in the field near the barn.

"I mean, I'm all for helping people, Miss Harrington, but that horse said there would be twice as many of them as there were here! We can't stop that many!"

Miss Harrington nodded. "I understand that, Tina, but the main point of us reaching Ryoga is simply to warn him of the attack, not become involved in it. Dirty scoundrels like that horse should be stopped. Wouldn't we want someone to warn us if we were to be ambushed?"

Tina nodded. "Okay, that makes sense. We should probably leave as soon as we can!"

Miss Harrington smiled and looked around at her class. "Girls, you do realize this means that other people will be seeing us in this condition?" She motioned to her clothing as she spoke. "I know you're all comfortable around John, as he is around us, but with strangers it's going to be very different. We should take a few minutes to try and cover ourselves as best we can."

Jessica looked doubtful as she looked down at her large bust. "Miss Harrington, I've already tried, and I can't think of anything. I don't even have long hair like you do!"

Miss Harrington sighed. "Well, we can probably borrow clothing from this Ryoga person. He sounds like a trader of sorts. Shall we set off then, girls? John?"

They all nodded and Miss Harrington set off towards the river. The girls followed, with John in the rear. He and Robin were talking to each other as they followed the meandering river, making very good progress. The warm sun shone through the trees as they spent several hours trekking through the light underbrush along the river's edge.

They took several short breaks, although the consensus was they didn't really need them. Miss Harrington insisted, however, because she didn't want them to get too tired. They caught fish for lunch, fashioning fishing lines out of thread and bobby pins. Corsi and Nell found several fruit bearing trees that bore apple-like fruit.

They eventually spotted a trail of steam rising over the trees and hurried to catch up with it, jogging quickly. As the ship came into view around the bend, chugging slowly away from them, they broke into a run.

The ship's huge paddlewheel slowly turned through the water, propelling it upstream. Thick clouds of steam escaped from the ship's twin towers. Broad and shallow, it was obviously made for river running and shallow ocean depths, but nothing deeper because of the very flat hull. Gold finish and trim complemented the ship's vivid green and blue paint. The ship's name, "Cassandra," was stenciled onto the side in large gold letters. Several figures moved about on the decks, but the railing hid most from the girl's view.

Miss Harrington called out to the ship, hoping to be heard by someone on deck.

"Hello there! Can anyone hear me!"

The girls jogged along with the slow moving ship, watching for any sign of being heard. A figure bent over the rail and looked down at them, but they couldn't tell who or what it was.

"Who goes there?"

"Saint Vivian's Boarding School History and Etiquette class! Miss Harrington, teacher! Is this Ryoga's ship?" Miss Harrington strained her neck upwards, trying to see the figure on deck.

"I don't know who you are... stay with the ship for a few minutes more while I check with my commander."

The figure disappeared from the railing. The girls kept up with the slow moving ship, following it from the banks. After almost ten minutes, another figure appeared and questioned them again. Miss Harrington responded the same, adding that they were in danger. After another ten minutes or so, a large pulley system was lowered over the side. Several figures boarded a large platform that was lowered down towards the girls.

As the figures descended, the girls could gradually make out details. Most looked fairly shocked as they realized that the three figures on the platform were all mostly naked. The tall wolf in the center looked very impressive. His slim build and highly toned body moved easily. A long dark cape swirled down his back. It clasped around his neck with an ornate looking gold button and hung down to his ankles. A broad leather harness crossed on his chest, forming an "x" shape that ended by attaching to a large golden ring that rested over his sternum.

The two straps went over his shoulders, then around his back, coming out on the other side below his arm, up his side and chest to attach to the ring. Another smaller belt rested on his hips. A leather scabbard held a long rapier with a highly decorated pommel and hand guard. His exposed chest and abs thrilled the girls, whose eyes were widening by the second. Lower down, his impressively large sheath swayed in the breeze, large testicles hanging below. His lean thighs and legs supported him gracefully. Calf-high soft leather boots protected his feet. The top of the boots were curled over, making them a bit shorter than they would be otherwise.

A smile danced on his lips as he surveyed the girls walking along the shore, most of whom were having difficulties trying to walk and ogle him at the same time. His tail swung back and forth slowly behind him.

The bear on his left looked enormous. Taller and broader than the wolf, the bear's large barrel chest appeared to strain against the similarly designed harness as the wolf on his left wore. A large wooden handle jutted out from behind his shoulders by his neck. Down by his lower back, the other end appeared in the form of a large spearhead. The large diamond shaped spearhead looked formidable and heavy. The bear's lower areas were similarly exposed, his fat sheath enormous, framed by his powerful legs and ripped abdomen. He wore similar boots as the wolf as well, although much large to accommodate his size.

The bear crossed his thick arms over his chest as he watched the girls, standing straight, tall, and imposing next to and slightly behind the wolf.

The third figure on the wolf's right stood in a more relaxed position. Her front leg relaxed as she held her weight on her back leg. The very slim black panther regarded them with dark expressionless eyes. She didn't wear a cape, instead wearing leather straps that criss-crossed down her arms. Small silver buckles held them in place. She put a hand on her hip as she watched them. Her firm breasts jutted out noticeably, completely bare. Her smooth stomach and firm thighs hid her nether areas from view. She wore skin-tight leather boots that reached to just under her knees. Around her arms, between the elbow and wrist, were leather bracers. Two knife handles could be seen on each bracer. A broad leather belt rested on her waist, strapped tightly with the dark buckle. About a dozen knives, six on each side of her waist, were strapped in, ready to be pulled out if necessary.

The wolf smiled as he leaned on the wooden railing conversationally. "My men tell me that you're looking for Ryoga."

Miss Harrington nodded. "I have news for him. Earlier today, my girls and I were attacked by bandits. One of them said that they were supposed to have met up with two other groups and ambush a person named Ryoga. We came to warn him."

The wolf frowned, looking over the girls. "You were attacked by bandits? How many did you lose?"

Miss Harrington looked confused. "Lose?"

The wolf nodded. "Yes, in the fight. You must have suffered some losses before you escaped?"

Miss Harrington shook her head. "We didn't escape. And we didn't lose anyone! This is all of us there are. We beat them."

The wolf looked confused this time. "What do you mean?"

"They attacked us this morning after we spent the night in an abandoned barn," Miss Harrington explained. "John and the girls fought them off. We questioned the last one and he said that Ryoga was to be ambushed by midday on the river. We set out at once to find him so that we could deliver the warning."

The wolf looked at the girls again, noting their impressively developed bodies, and also their seeming embarrassment at him looking at them. The only male in the group walked behind the others and wore some sort of cloth over his waist.

"Maybe you should tell me who you are and where you're from on the ship. Will you join us on deck? You'd be able to rest your feet, at least."

Miss Harrington nodded. "Thank you, the girls could use a rest. John?" She turned to the mouse. "Please help the girls onto the platform."

The girls automatically started stepping onto the platform. The bear helped, pulling them up easily. Corsi looked up at the bear, daunted by his size. He smiled down at her as he helped her in, then turned back to help John and Miss Harrington on.

When all the girls were on, the panther pulled out a small whistle and blew a short blast. The platform rose slowly because their combined weight slowed it. As they rose, the wolf turned to the girls and smiled.

"I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Prince Ryoga Micson. This is my ship, Cassandra," he said. Motioning to the bear, he continued. "This is one of my assistants, Horace. And this is Lydra, another assistant of mine. My ship is currently on its way to the capital, where I'm due to meet my parents for a ceremony honoring my twenty-first birthday." He paused and looked around the girls.

"Now, it's your turn."

Miss Harrington looked at the wolf, confused. "Prince?"

The wolf nodded. "Yes, Prince Ryoga. My parents are the king and queen of this land, Gorihg and Malva. Surely you know that you're in the lands of Jahaliya?"

Miss Harrington shook her head. "I'm sorry, Prince Ryoga, but we are strangers here. This is the Saint Vivian's Young Ladies' Boarding School History and Etiquette Class, senior year. I am their teacher, Sylvia Harrington." She motioned to each of the girls in turn, naming them off.

"Corsi, Natasha, Robin, Tina, Jessica, Eleanor, and Nell." Each girl curtsied as Miss Harrington said their name. "And this is John, the school handyman." John nodded to the prince, trying not to stare too much at Lydra. She either didn't notice or didn't care, though.

"Prince Ryoga, please. You must prepare for the bandits to attack you. I'm sure they will, especially if they know that we've come to warn you," Miss Harrington said.

"Of course, Sylvia. I'll have my crew get ready right away." Ryoga nodded to Horace, who nodded back and hurried off to prepare.

"John, is it? I have a question for you... for all of you, really. Why are you covering yourselves up so strangely? I've never seen anyone dressed as you are."

The girls looked nervous as they held their arms over their chests, legs clamped together to hid their nakedness, especially Nell, who only had a few scraps left covering her front after losing it in the barn.

Miss Harrington laughed nervously. "Well, when we arrived here, our clothing no longer fit very well and this is all that's left, unfortunately. We've been in dire straits as far as clothing goes."

The wolf nodded. "How's that? You're wearing far more to cover yourselves than anyone around here." He stepped onto the deck of the ship as the platform reached the top, extending his hand to Miss Harrington to help her aboard. "Even in the eastern lands, people don't wear as much clothing as you young ladies are."

Miss Harrington's eyes widened as she saw the people on the deck. All were mostly naked, most wearing only a leather harness or belt to hold a sword or tools. A few wore capes, but all seemed completely comfortable going nude.

The girls gasped as they saw the scene. They stared at the crew as several of the crew looked back curiously. The prince led them across the broad deck through a door below the poop deck. Horace stopped to talk with several crew members on the way, presumably starting preparations for the attack. The girls visibly relaxed once inside, away from the curious eyes of the crew.

Prince Ryoga took a seat behind a large desk and motioned for Miss Harrington and the girls to sit as well. Horace and Lydra sat as well, Horace by the door, Lydra by the desk.

"I think you better explain how you arrived in Jahaliya," Ryoga said to Miss Harrington. "You obviously didn't mean to come here."

"You are correct. My class and I were touring an ancient castle when we fell into a river. We were somehow transported here and woke in the courtyard of a similar looking derelict castle a ways away from here. We traveled along the road, trying to find other people. We stayed for the night in an abandoned barn, and in the morning we were attacked. After we fought off those rotten scoundrels, we followed the river until we found you." Miss Harrington paused, unsure of how much more she should tell him without knowing anything about the wolf. "When we arrived here, however, we all changed and grew taller and larger. This is the result. Our clothing was destroyed in the process."

The wolf nodded and rested his chin on his hands, elbows on the table. "I see. I believe you all should come with me to the capital. I'm sure that the wise men there will be able to enlighten us about your situation," he said, smiling. "As it is, I have a few more questions for you." He pointed to John's loincloth. "What is that?"

John blushed and looked down at himself. "Well, it's the best I could manage to find to cover myself."

The prince looked confused. "Why would you do that? Is it a custom of yours?"

"You mean you don't, um, you know, wear clothes?"

"Well, yes and no. Most people prefer only to wear a belt of some sort. As a prince, I'm required to be a bit more formal, hence the cape. My assistants wear some sort of cloak or cape as well. They're also handy when it rains. Why would you need to wear anything beyond that?"

Robin grinned. "So you don't care if you walk around naked?"

The wolf smiled back. "Well, no. Why should we? It's very unnatural to wear clothes. Although you are obviously from far-off lands, so your customs are very different from ours, and it may be perfectly natural for you to wear clothes that cover you up so much, such as John's covering."

"But this doesn't really cover anything! I mean, I don't have a shirt or pants and I lost my hat..." John's voice trailed off as the prince held up a paw.

"I'm sorry, what are pants? Or shirt? I'm not quite following you. Are they clothing?"

Miss Harrington nodded. "Yes, a shirt covers a person's chest and part of their arms. It's like a wrap-around cloak. Pants are tubes of cloth held up at the waist to cover the legs and hips," she explained. "The girls and I were wearing dresses, which are long pieces of cloth that wrap around the hips. They hang downwards like your cloaks do."

"Interesting," the prince replied. "Lydra, have you ever heard of anything like that?"

The panther shook her head. "No, it sounds very foreign to me. I can't imagine wearing something that constrictive, however, because it would greatly slow me down, I think."

The prince smiled. "Anyways, we'll be reaching the capital in just over five hours. I believe we have much to talk about. My people should be preparing for the attack. I don't want to put you in danger, but my ship is not designed for combat. I believe we should get you all down below deck, where we can talk in safety. If you'll follow me?"

He stood up and walked to the door, opening it for the girls. A worried looking fox ran up just as he did.

"Prince Ryoga! We're under attack!" "Right. Horace, see to the defence. Lydra, follow me." He turned to the girls. "Please come with Lydra and I. We'll get to below decks right away."

The girls all adopted worried expressions as they followed Lydra and the prince out onto the deck. Horace ran to the middle of the deck, shouting orders to crewmembers. Large grappling hooks thunked into the wooden deck. Scarred faces began appearing over the rails as the prince and the girls hurried to the other side of the deck, aiming for a hatchway.

"There's Ryoga! Get 'im!"

Several crewmembers ran with them, providing them defense. A tall vixen carrying a long wooden quarterstaff began fighting a toothy looking wolf as they broke into a run. Suddenly, a group of eight bandits appeared in front of them, circling their group.

"We got 'im now, plus a little bonus, eh boys?" A square-shouldered beaver wielding a large straight-edged sword advanced on the group threateningly. He advanced on Corsi, who was at the edge of the group, raising his sword above his head. "These must be the girls Jorko was babbling about. They don't look like muaaahhh!"

He screamed as Corsi, teeth bared, blocked his swing with her forearm, then used her other to slam his gut. He fell to the floor as she pulled his blade and held it at the ready.

The others looked more cautious as they advanced as one. Nell's growls rose in pitch as they braced themselves. The bandits started to single out individual girls. A big tiger went after Jessica, while Robin tried to deal with a mean looking otter. Two foxes advanced on Natasha and Nell, who were backed up against the railing. The other three girls, Miss Harrington, and John surrounded the prince, the target of the rest of the bandits.

Miss Harrington surprised herself when she sidestepped a large axe and then dropped a bear with a kick to the gut. Corsi and Tina double teamed a large fox, grabbing him by the arms and throwing him overboard. They were about to tackle another bandit when the whole ship groaned and shook. People dropped to the deck as fighting stopped. The ship drifted slowly back down the river, until it hit the bank with a loud crunch.

"We've hit the side of the river! They shut down the engines! Hurry, we have to get them off the boat!" The prince's voice rang out over the din of the fight as the girls and crew redoubled their efforts. The bandits soon realized they were fighting a losing battle, even though they had crippled the ship.

The prince and Lydra ran towards the hatch with John, Corsi, Tina, and Miss Harrington in tow. They followed Lydra down to the engine room, where several bodies lay on the floor. An injured crew member moaned as he tried to stand. The prince knelt next to him and held the rabbit's hand.

"No, don't stand. What happened?" Ryoga looked around, the carnage disturbing him.

"They attacked us... we had no warning... they took us out quickly. They shut off the engine and put out the fire. We can't restart it! We..." He stopped and clutched his stomach. "Oooh..."

Corsi and Tina started going around to the wounded, doing the best they could to help. Miss Harrington watched the hatchway carefully, keeping an eye out in case more bandits tried to enter.

The prince pressed some cloth against the rabbit's wound, a deep gash in his side. "Shh... it's alright, don't talk." He turned to Lydra. "We have to get the fire started!"

"I'll look for the starters and oil," Lydra said.

"No use... they took them," the rabbit said.

"That's it, then... we're stuck. We'll have to try to keep the bandits at bay until help arrives." The prince sighed, leaning the rabbit in his arms against the wall. "You'll be okay, it's going to hurt, but you should be fine. Without a way to start the fire, we're going to be in lots of trouble."

John stepped forward. "Sir... um... I think I can help. While we were at the barn, I started a fire... I'm not sure how, but I did it just by wanting too... the sticks I was holding just burst into flames."

Miss Harrington nodded. "It's true, I was watching."

The prince's eyes widened. "You must have the powers of the mind! There are magic-users who can create the basic elements of fire, water, wind, and earth, or manipulate them... they're powerful and important people to us. If you are a firemaster, you can rekindle the ship's furnace!"

John took a step backwards. "Hold on... it could have been a fluke, I mean, I don't even know how I did it. And I'd been rubbing the sticks together for a long time, they could have started from that..."

"But you must try! Please... we must get the ship's fire going again," Ryoga said. "You may be our only hope."

Lydra gently touched his elbow. Looking at him with her deep, dark eyes, she smiled. "John... I've only known you a short while, but I believe you can do this. Call it a hunch, but I've known a fair share of elemental masters. Some of that rubbed off me... in fact, I'm a low-level windmaster myself," she said as she gripped his upper arm. "I can sense the power inside of you. You have to let it out and use it."

A heavy thumping outside and a cry of pain made them all look up. Lydra shook John's arm again. "Come on, John. We're all depending on you."

* * *

Robin and Jessica led the girls, a tight defensive circle. Robin and Jessica, along with Nell and Eleanor, arranged themselves around Natasha, who was using her deadly crossbow with unnerving accuracy. They kept together as they moved back and forth across the ship, covering each other's backs. The other crew members joined up with them as they started pulling their wounded to safety.

The seemingly endless number of bandits began to slow as they battered away. At one point, Nell took a nasty cut to her leg, but she stayed up and kept going despite the pain. Eleanor tore the last remnants of her shirt into a bandage and fastened it around the tiger's leg, making sure the bleeding was staunched, instinctively knowing how to deal with the flesh wound. When she saw that the other four could deal with the bandits by themselves, she started attending to the wounded that were being gathered in the room that the girls talked to Ryoga in earlier. She sent other crew members to fetch her items like bandages, water, and, in one case, a needle and thread.

Eleanor couldn't believe what she was doing, but felt very happy and relieved she knew how. The crewmembers needed her help, and she was the only one that could, the other crewmembers woefully inadequate for the task. She ran her paw comfortingly down the face of an especially young looking fox and comforted him, trying to distract him from the arrow in his side.

She motioned to two of the injured but still standing crewmembers who were guarding the other wounded in the cabin.

"Hold his arms and legs," she said to the two canines. She leaned over the fox as a glazed look came into his eyes and put a roll of burlap cloth into his mouth. "Bite down on this."

She gripped the arrow with one paw while the other pressed his side still. As she started pulling, he wriggled, moaning through the cloth. "Hold him steady," she commanded as she kept pulling. "I have to get this out of him before it does more damage!"

* * *

Jali couldn't believe her eyes when she'd first seen the strange girls and the boy approach the ship. They were exceedingly strangely dressed, looked very worn and dirty, and were incredibly built! After they'd boarded and went to speak to the prince, she'd put them out of her mind, figuring it was none of her business. When the warning came to be on the lookout for attack, she figured out quickly that the foreigners most likely brought them the news.

Jali, a slim white Persian, knew that she'd have to thank them later as she parried another thrust from the larger canine in front of her. Without the warning, they'd have had no chance at all under this onslaught. She rushed the canine and stabbed him with her shortsword, at the same time ramming her shield upwards into his jaw. As he fell to the deck, she looked around quickly.

The girls were taking down bandits left and right. They looked like the most experienced mercenaries she'd ever seen, dealing out blows left and right, not breaking their formation. The one in the middle with the crossbow, she was going nuts, dropping down targets easily. She started to make her way over when someone grabbed her from behind and bent her wrist painfully backwards. The sword fell from her paw as a large arm wrapped around her throat. She managed to scream before the arm tightened, making her choke. The stranglehold grew as she thrashed, trying to break free.

Suddenly, the arm holding her started to slacken. She fell to her knees and coughed, holding her throat. A dark paw clasped her shoulder and helped her up. She stood, breathing heavily, facing a roguish looking black wolf.

"Though you might need a paw. I'm Robin. Lucky we heard you, otherwise you would've been over the railing in no time!" Robin smiled at her as Natasha's crossbow twanged behind them. "What's your name?"

"I'm... I'm Jali."

"Jali, huh? Good to meet you. This is Natasha," Robin said, pointing to the hare with the deadly aim. "The vixen and the tiger over there beating the crap out of that ugly mug are Jessica and Nell. Jessica's really smart, Nell's a bit boy crazy, but they're okay when you get to know 'em. Don't let Jessica's smarts fool you, though, she can be pretty naïve."

Jali blinked at the wolf. She felt confused. "Um... it is very nice to meet you, Robin."

Robin grinned. "Hey, you want dibs on that fox over there, or can I have him?" She pointed to a burly fox that was running up to them. As she pointed, he fell over, twitching. Robin frowned and turned to Natasha. "Hey! Save some for me!"

Natasha smiled as she reloaded. "Sorry, Robin, didn't know he was yours!"

Jali shook her head and grinned. These girls were crazy.

* * *

John frowned as he put his paws on the damp coals in the stove. The bandits used a pressurized hose made of some type of flexible, waterproof cloth to pump water into the engine's furnace. The slow burning, smoke free coal, which the prince said was mined in the northern part of the kingdom, didn't even sizzle anymore. Most of it was half-buried in water.

He concentrated then, trying to imagine the coals bursting into flames. He thought he felt something, but couldn't be sure. He knew he had to keep trying... the prince and Miss Harrington and the girls were depending on him, not to mention the crew of the ship. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then pushed his paws through the dirty water down against the cool metal on the bottom of the furnace.

"John... imagine the coals white hot and glowing, crackling and burning. They're growing warmer and warmer under your touch..." Lydra's voice whispered into his ear. He blinked and nearly pulled away, but kept his paws against the engine. "They're burning, John... can you feel it?"

He stiffened as he felt Lydra's paw run down his back. He could feel her claws teasing his skin. He focused on his paws, imagining the fire, even as he felt her other paw pull at his loincloth. "Lydra?"

"Shh," she whispered into his ears. "Focus..."

Miss Harrington and the girls looked very alarmed, but Prince Ryoga pulled them to the side. "Don't worry! Lydra is just doing her best to help John."

"Help? It looks like she's seducing him!" Miss Harrington's eyes widened when she saw John's covering fall to the floor and Lydra grasp his sheath. "She needs to stop that right..."

She stopped as Ryoga pulled on her arm, as well as Tina's and Corsi's, drawing them against the wall and arranging them seats on some burlap sacks. "I'll explain. Elemental masters are very powerful, but their powers are increased when they heighten their awareness through sexual activity. It's very commonplace for them to bring favored playmates with them on important missions and jobs."

"You mean... he... I don't... this is just too much!"

"Sylvia, please try to understand. This is our way. John is obviously not being hurt by it," the prince said, smiling as he glanced at John and Lydra. Lydra was busily engaged in John's growing maleness. "And Lydra I know is enjoying herself. There's absolutely nothing wrong here. And besides that... look at the furnace."

Sylvia, Tina, and Corsi both looked up from Lydra's bobbing head to the furnace. Wisps of steam were floating into the air.

"I see... that may be well and good, but I can't condone this sort of activity... if it lights the fire, fine, but girls, I don't want you to see any more of this. It's not proper for young..."

She stopped again as Ryoga laid a paw on her shoulder. "Sylvia, this is actually very acceptable behavior here. Our society is obviously quite different from yours. We are much more free to display our affections for one another through a variety of means." He motioned to Lydra and the now moaning John. Steam began to pour from the furnace vents while a fire grew along John's arms. It didn't appear to be harming him, even though it blazed brightly up to his shoulders. By his waist, Lydra knelt, cheeks hollowing in and out as she bobbed forcefully on his large erection. "This is a very good indoctrination for... Corsi, is it?" He turned and smiled at the young otter. "I believe I have it right."

Corsi looked away from the scene and smiled back at the prince, a little glassy eyed. "Uhh... yeah, that's my name. Um... so you're saying that this is... normal? But he's on fire?" She swallowed nervously and looked at her teacher. "Miss Harrington... what should I do?" Tina continued to stare at the two.

"Well... I... um..."

"Just enjoy the fact that two people can enjoy each other so much," Ryoga said. "Lydra has taken quite a fancy to that mouse, and for quite a good reason, I would suspect. And John is not on fire, as it were... he's channeling his powers to create fire that can't harm him. When he learns to control his powers more easily, he'll be able to extend that flame to others without harming them, or a multitude of other invaluable functions."

Miss Harrington stood up and walked to the hatch, opening it and looking outside carefully. "Come, Corsi, Tina. We'll be waiting outside. Prince Ryoga, I do appreciate your explanation and reasons, but I really can't have my girls exposed to this so soon. It's really too much for young ladies of their delicate natures."

"Actually, Miss Harrington, it's not so bad. I think that I'll be okay once I get used to it. I mean, yeah it's different, but..." Tina's voice trailed off under the withering glance of her teacher. "Yes, Miss Harrington."

Miss Harrington turned around and exited the hatch. Corsi, Tina, and Ryoga stood up. Behind them, John's low, quavering moans drifted towards them over the crackling of dry heat and the slow rumblings of the furnace.

"Don't worry, you two. Your teacher will come around soon. I'm glad you're able to adapt to us so soon, since this is obviously quite different from your home," Ryoga said. He smiled at them both. "As it were... if your teacher were more accommodating, I wouldn't mind spending some time with you both myself." His paw dropped as they stared at him. "We all have more urgent matters to attend to. Those two will get the furnace started, and we need to get back above decks to see how the defense is holding out. We also need to get those three above decks," he said, motioning to the three wounded crewmembers.

All three picked up one of the wounded, then started up the stairs. Miss Harrington held the hatch for them. They both followed, only realizing now that the prince sported a large erection.

"Did you see the size of the prince?" Corsi whispered to Tina, out of earshot of their teacher or Ryoga.

"Uh huh... oh, I hope he was serious about wanting to spend time with us!"

* * *

John jumped when Lydra stroked his sheath, but didn't complain... how could he?

"This is new for you, I'm sure, but trust me... it will help you control and channel your power," Lydra said as she slid her paw against his thigh, then cupped his balls.

"What about Miss Harrington and Corsi and Ryoga?" He looked over at them, but Ryoga and Miss Harrington were deep in conversation. Corsi smiled at him as she watched.

He blushed as he turned back to the furnace, trying to focus even as he felt himself growing very large and stiff in Lydra's soft, supple paws. He moaned lightly as she licked his neck and cheek. "John... focus on the fire. Use the fire growing within you to fuel it... push the energy out of you. Use your desire as fuel."

She gently sucked on his nipple, making him moan again as her paws ran over his hard shaft. He started to thrust even as he realized that the water was growing warm around his paws. He moaned again, louder, and then closed his eyes and concentrated the images in his mind. He started with a small, weak flame. As sexual pleasure ran up his spine, he nursed the flame in his mind larger, growing it to the size of his paws. He gasped as he felt Lydra's muzzle close around his large erection and start working eagerly up and down his thickness. He bucked into her muzzle as the entirely new sensations of his first blowjob grew more and more inside of him. He opened his eyes when steam started to billow around his face and realized Lydra's plan was working... his paws were on fire, a fire that ran all the way up his arms to his shoulders. As it started to cover his chest, he looked down at Lydra, who was busy sucking his cock in a way that made his head swim. He nearly forgot what he was doing as he watched her , the panther's breasts bouncing excitedly.

"Lydra... Lydra, the fire... I can't stop it..."

Lydra pulled off him with a slurp and looked up. A look of excitement and pleasure crossed her face. "You are very powerful, indeed! Already you can control the fire enough to create visible flames, not just heat!"

John looked around in a panic as the fire spread down past his nipples on his chest and up to his chin on his face. Miss Harrington and the others were nowhere to be seen. He stared at Lydra wide-eyed.

She smiled at him and stood back, watching. "Don't worry... elemental masters have innate control over their abilities. Just will the fire to stop, and it will." She reached out with a paw, touching his belly below the fire-line. "And make sure it won't burn me," she said as she slowly brought her paw upwards. She gasped as she ran it up over his chest. The heat from the flames felt intense... but they didn't burn her.

She growled low in her throat as she pressed herself against the wide-eyed mouse. Her loud purrs echoed in his ears as she rubbed her hard thighs against his raging erection. "Come on John... the furnace is going... we can focus on each other now..."

"But... I mean, what about the fight?" John asked.

"They're handling it, don't worry. If they need us, they'll come get us. But for now," she said as she drew him over to a pile of empty burlap bags. "I want to finish what we started."

John smiled as he crawled on top of Lydra, his thick erection pressing up against her waist. He moaned a little as Lydra grabbed his tailbase and pulled him forward. She kissed him hard, pressing her tongue into his mouth, taking control instinctively. John groaned again as his thick cock pressed into Lydra's femmesex. With a guttural moan, he moved in quickly, hilting inside of her as she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his palms. The fire quickly spread over his body, then to Lydra's. She moaned as the heat of the flame surrounded her. John's thrusting erection steamed her insides as she kissed him, tongue of flame licking around their ears and muzzles.

John squeezed the panther's breasts, eliciting more moans from her as she pulled at his waist, urging him on, groaning loudly in pleasure. John continued to squeeze and tease her nipples and breasts as he slowly moved his hips in and out of the willing panther. Growling loudly, Lydra squeezed down around his shaft, arching into his paws, claws running over his backfur. Her leather and silver wrapped arms and legs felt delicious against his own bare fur as they pushed through the flames.

The buff mouse shuddered as he plunged deeply between Lydra's legs, long, smooth strokes that took her to the edges of ecstacy with every movement as the mouse hit her g-spot. John's fire burned hotter every second. She started to tense as he moaned loudly as well... they both started to go over the edge at the same time, carrying each other into the nether realms of pleasure.

* * *

"Miss Harrington! Miss Harrington! Are you ok?"

The girls crowded around as Miss Harrington looked around in wonder. She turned to the prince and smiled.

"Well, looks like the rest of your trip will be pleasant, Prince Ryoga," she said, motioning to the many, many bodies of bandits. A few live ones were tied to the rails, while a few others could be seen running for their lives away from the ship. The crew was already readying to go over the sides to check the damage to the hull when they ran aground.

"Yes... I can see that." He turned to the girls, a broad smile on his face. "Thank you, ladies. Your service today will not be forgotten easily. Are any of you injured?"

"Nope! We're all fine. Eleanor's over there, Miss Harrington." Robin pointed to the cabin where the injured were taken. "She's a wiz when it comes to first aid. Who'd of thought, huh?"

Horace stepped up behind Ryoga and handed him a parchment. Ryoga scanned it, then handed it back to Horace and nodded. They started walking towards the railing of the ship, where Horace prepared the same platform they used when they arrived at the ship.

"We did a fine job of defending the ship. We've only lost a few crewmembers. Although they lost their lives, they will not be forgotten. We have many injured, but they are being taken care of. It would have undoubtedly been worse had it not been for the bravery of your young ladies, Sylvia." Ryoga smiled at them as he continued. You're your help, I thank you. The report from our sentries shows that there are several more bands abroad now, and although none pose a threat to us now, I would prefer it if you would all accept my hospitality to come to the capital of Jahaliya. As honored guests, you'll be treated very well. And much more comfortably, I'd wager, then spending more nights in abandoned barns!" He chuckled softly and then nodded to Horace, who opened the gate to the platform for them.

"Ladies, if you'll follow me, we'll be going down to the river should you wish to clean up. We'll try to find some boots and cloaks for you as well. With John already having lit the fire in the furnace, the crew is already working on the ship and we'll be sailing within the hour, full speed, to Bahm, the capital of Jahaliya."

* * *

"Horace... what's happening?" Sylvia asked. The boat was slowing. They'd been traveling fast for about an hour or so. Sylvia and Horace had taken to the upper decks to talk while the girls explored the large ship. Several of the crew were eager to guide the girls while Lydra and the first mate briefed Ryoga about the battle. They were strolling around the outer railing of the ship, enjoying the fresh breeze that blew across the river.

"We'll be leaving the river momentarily to take a shortcut to the capital. You should enjoy the ride," Horace said. "It's much steadier than the river."

"What do you mean, leave the river?"

"Well, this is a fully equipped airship, Sylvia. Don't tell me you don't have these where you're from?"

Sylvia looked faint. "Yes... we do, but not actual wooden ships! They're airplanes... they fly several miles up in the air."

Horace laughed. "We'll not be going that high! Maybe fifty feet off the ground, enough to stay above the trees. Should give us an impressive view of the countryside... it's one I never tire of."

Sylvia smiled. "How long have you been the prince's guardian, Horace?"

Horace stopped and put his paws on the ship railing, leaning over slightly. "Since he was born. The prince's parents gave me the task of raising him, making sure he's a respectable and learned person before he ascends the throne. I'd like to think I've done a good job, but that still remains to be seen. I will miss him..." His paws tightened on the railing.

"What do you mean, you'll miss him?"

Horace looked at her and smiled gently. "Most regents lose their position and retire after their charges become of age. The prince's birthday is in just a few days. I fear that my time as his guardian is soon to be at an end. I have only retirement to look forward to, with perhaps a few tutoring positions here and there. Is it not the same with you and your pupils?" "No... no, I was only supposed to have the girls another year, and then they would graduate from the school. I've taught most of them for about four years now, however, so I understand what you mean about losing your favorite students to time, but I've grown used to it because there are so many girls that go through my doors."

"I believe we have much in common, Sylvia," Horace said. "Perhaps we'll be able to spend more time together when we reach Jahaliya. I've greatly enjoyed speaking with you this last hour... your story is remarkable." He smiled at her as he took her paw in his and brought it to his lips.

Sylvia blushed and looked down as the bear kissed her paw. Roughly the same age as her, she'd taken an instant liking to the mature older bear and found him a constant source of information about her new surroundings. Chivalry, it seemed, had not died here, and she enjoyed it greatly. She was learning to be comfortable around the near constant nakedness of the people that populated the strange country they landed in, and while not totally comfortable, she knew she had to cope for the girls' sake. Horace helped and was a complete gentleman.

The weather in Jahaliya, she learned, was always temperate and pleasant. There were rarely storms or natural disasters. Crops grew well in the fertile soil and people grew well in the fertile society. A peaceful monarchy, the country knew how to defend itself and still had the occasional problems with bandits, but that was the extent of its danger. The river they were sailing on led to the large ocean which surrounded the large island nation.

"I believe that we should head to the captain's cabin for the airship deployment, Sylvia." Horace held his arm out for her. As she slipped her arm around his, she smiled and blushed again, remembering back to her youth when her father regaled her with tales of knights in armor and dragons and damsels in distress.

"You know what, Horace? This isn't like a fairy tale at all."

* * *

Robin and the others leapt at a chance for a tour of the vessel. Corsi especially wanted to explore it, finding that she enjoyed riding on a boat almost as much as she enjoyed swimming. They were all surprised and excited when they learned that the ship could travel through air, and after watching the liftoff, descended below decks for a tour. After they found themselves some boots that grateful crew members donated, they left on their expedition.

Jali and Breku, a tall timberwolf, volunteered to show them around. Nell decided to go when she saw Breku. She hung on his every word and wrapped her arm around his as they walked. The grey wolf humored her, enjoying the attention from the willing tiger.

Jali just laughed as she walked back further with the other girls who were only half-listening to what Breku said. "Nell's gonna have a good time here, I think."

"Why do you say that, Jali?" asked Corsi.

"Look at her! She's ogling every guy she walks past, and she's definitely attractive enough to hook any male she wants!" Jali grinned. "Huri is going to have some competition, I think."

"Just how easy is it to find a guy around here, Jali?" asked Tina. "I mean, I know that... um..."

"Sex?" Jali interjected.

Tina blushed. "Yes, sex is more accepted around here, but how much is it, really?"

Jali grinned. "You have no idea. Most of the time, it's just a matter of asking someone who looks like they might be up for it, then finding a comfortable spot. After all, sex is something natural that's meant to be enjoyed." Jali chuckled. "You should've seen it when Breku and Xia went at it earlier... the ship lurched, and they slid all the way from one side of the deck to the other!"

Natasha's eyes widened. "You mean, they were right out on the deck? In the open?"

"Well... yeah. They were just on a break from working the lining and wanted to blow off some steam. Breku got a few splinters in his back for holding onto Xia and not the deck, though!"

"Wow... this place really is cool!" Robin said. "Just imagine something like that happening in our world!" The girls laughed, leaving Jali a little clueless. "What do you mean? How is sex practiced in your world?"

"Well, it's done in private. People don't usually have one partner relationships that last for a long time. And everyone wears clothing that covers up their body completely the rest of the time."

"You're right... our world is very different from yours!" Jali laughed with the girls, then looked around. "Ahh... I see Breku's worked his charm with your friend already."

Robin grinned. "You mean..."

Jali nodded. "Yes... I'm sure with your sexual taboos he'd have taken her someplace out of the way. Shall we try to find her?"

"Nah... as long as Miss Harrington doesn't catch her, who cares, right girls?" Robin grinned over her shoulder at Tina. "Gives me a few ideas, though!"

Jessica nudged Natasha and smiled at her. "Me too!"

"Not me, you guys! This is too much," Natasha said.

"Come on, Natasha! You can't tell me you haven't been eyeing all the hunks on board," Jessica teased. "I've seen you watching them."

"If you'd like some partners for the journey, I'm sure I could find a few of my friends to keep you company," Jali said. "Eleanor, what do you think?"

Eleanor blushed, raising a paw to her mouth as she smiled. "Oh... well, I don't know. Miss Harrington might get mad."

Jali nodded. "As you wish. Should we go see the crew's quarters?" She led them off, not knowing that Breku and Nell were already heading there.

* * *

Breku moaned as he slid into the supple feline beneath him. The wolf couldn't believe his luck... Nell practically threw herself at him during the tour, and immediately agreed to his suggestion of taking a few minutes to themselves. His thighs flexed as he pushed himself in and out of the tiger, his paws running over her firm bust.

He rolled over, pulling Nell on top of him, giving her more control as she purred loudly in pleasure. Her paws stroked the wolf's chest as she leaned down, muzzle open for a kiss. The wolf nipped her lower lip, pulling on it gently with his teeth as his paws ran down her back. His thickness slid into her over and over as she moaned and squirmed on top of him, spreading her legs wide so that he could plunge in deeper.

He rested his paws on her hips, slowly pumping in and out as he leaned up to take her breast into his mouth. He gently sucked on her nipple as his paws caressed her thighs, then ran across to gently scratch at her lower back. She moaned and shuddered, almost squealing with pleasure. She was no virgin, he could tell, but still inexperienced and full of energy. She seemed to know exactly what to do to please him, and also what he could do to please her.

She shuddered and kissed him again, pulling his mouth from her breast. Her paws stroked his neck as their tongue pressed against each other's. With a loud moan, Nell orgasmed, panting heavily through her nose as she pushed herself further down onto the wolf's cock.

Breku gasped as he felt Nell clutch him. With a ragged moan and a few short thrusts, he pushed into the tiger hard and came, groaning as he pulled Nell against him tightly. Nell's breasts flattened slightly as they kissed harder, paws pulling each other as they experienced their orgasms. They held each other tightly for several minutes before going limp. Breku pulling Nell against him as his still semi-hard cock slipped from her body. His paw cupped her bottom while the other circled her back beneath her. Nell purred loudly and nuzzled the wolf as they lay together, enjoying the moment.

* * *

"Here's the crew's quarters. We all have single rooms, but they're pretty small," Jali said.

"Do you guys smell something?" Tina asked.

"Yeah... it's kinda pungent," said Robin.

"Oh... ignore that, it's from the orgy last night," Jali said. "We all had a good time, but it got pretty crowded. Prince Ryoga was really showing us his stuff."

"O... orgy?" Natasha whispered.

"Well, yeah! They're great! Haven't you ever had one?" she asked.

"No... never..." Natasha said.

Robin grinned. "I think I'm really starting to like this place. Say... where's Breku's cabin?" Jali grinned back and beckoned for them to follow. She led them down the hallway to a door with Breku's name scribbled across it. She pointed at the door and nodded, then held her finger to her lips, indicating for them to be silent. She slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

She tilted her head, motioning for them to look. They all did and saw Nell and Breku intimately kissing. Breku's paw was running down Nell's back as he looked up and winked at them. Breaking the kiss, he pointed at them. Nell jumped when she saw them and grabbed for the covers, pulling them around her.

"Hey! What are you guys doing!"

Tina, Robin, Corsi, and Jali started laughing, much to Nell's consternation. Breku got up and walked towards the door, then leaned over it, his spent, dripping cock hanging low between his legs. "Say, girls? I think Nell wants a private moment... give us a break, okay?"

"Sure, sure, Breku. Just remember we have a date tonight," Jali said as he closed the door.

"Was Nell doing what I think she was with that wolf?" asked Eleanor.

"Um... yeah. I think she was," Natasha said.

"Cool! When is it my turn?"

* * *

The rest of the trip passed pleasantly. John was nervous about going around naked, but Ryoga convinced him otherwise, especially since the wolf had no qualms about going naked himself. Miss Harrington didn't discover Nell's trist with the wolf. The rest of the girls never had a chance for such dalliances, as Miss Harrington rounded them all up as soon as Bahm came into view.

The landing went smoothly. They descended directly into the courtyard of a huge stone castle, complete with large moat and enormous drawbridge set in the outer walls. The prince led the way off the ship, followed by Lydra, Horace, Sylvia and the girls, and the other crewmembers and servants. As they approached the castle, the drawbridge lowered, revealing a large contingent of courtiers and official looking court members. They parted as Ryoga marched through, heading for the large building in the middle of the castle's courtyard.

"My parents will be pleased to meet you all," the prince said, looking over his shoulder at them. "We go to meet them now. Horace tells me they have prepared a feast to welcome me back, but I believe the purpose will be extended to welcome you all to Jahaliya."

The girls drew curious stares from the court members and other palace personell, most of whom were trying to wave at the prince and cheer for him. The girls felt nervous at all the eyes on them. Natasha kept trying to hide herself behind Tina. They knew that they'd have to get used to it sooner or later, and Miss Harrington assured them that it was alright for them to be seen naked by others, as it was the natural thing to do here.

The girls couldn't help but laugh at Miss Harrington. Her attitude changes were in large part caused by her constant conversations with Horace. The girls knew that their teacher was besotted with him, and happy because of it, since it meant she wouldn't be paying as much attention to them, which meant much more opportunities for a good time.

"Natasha, knock it off, will you? C'mon, you're old enough to handle a little nakedness," Tina whispered harshly to her.

"A little?" Natasha said. "Little? This is like, the kingdom of nakedness!"

Miss Harrington shushed them as they started up the steps into the large, ornately decorated hall. The inside was even more beautiful. Finely cut marble formed the floors, while pillars rose up to support the roof. The banquet hall held a huge table that could seat several hundred people very easily, and more tables and chairs filled the empty spaces around it. Raised above the floor level was another level with a table that could seat a dozen or so, obviously for visiting dignitaries and the king and queen. The prince led them straight to it. They passed about a dozen court officials and other important looking people, who all moved out of their way deferentially as the prince led them on. Pausing at the bottom of the set of stairs that led to where his parents were sitting, he knelt, then looked up and smiled while Lydra, Horace, Sylvia, and the girls hung back a few feet.

"Hello Mother, Father."

Gohrig, a tall black wolf slightly graying around the ears and muzzle, and Malva, a sandy colored, paunchy wolf, stood up and smiled. Gohrig spoke first.

"Ryoga... I see you're well. How was your journey? And don't just kneel there, come up here and hug your poor mother! She's been worried sick about you!" Malva smiled as she hugged her son and licked his cheek affectionately. "You look thin. Did they feed you on that ship?"

"Yes, yes, they fed me, Mother! Father, the trip went well, although we were attacked." He held up a paw to stop his parents from cutting in. "Before you ask, yes, I'm fine, yes the crew for the most part is fine, Lydra and Horace are fine, and these girls and their teacher that you see behind me are also fine." He turned around and motioned to them with a paw. "This is St. Vivian's Boarding School for Young Ladies Etiquette and History class, Miss Harrington, teacher. John is also from the school." The girls all curtsied as one. John bowed deeply. "Sylvia Harrington is their teacher, and they proved decisive in beating back the bandits that attacked our ship."

Gohrig smiled broadly. "My thanks, young ladies. Your help is greatly appreciated. Women warriors, eh? And where are you from, Sylva Harrington?" "Perhaps, Gohrig, we should discuss that later," Malva said, cutting in. "The girls look tired, and so does our son's crew. And I believe that we have something to celebrate tonight! Several things, in fact. Perhaps we should get our guests settled and let them prepare for tonight's festivities?"

Gohrig nodded and clapped his hands together. A short, pompous looking cocker spaniel emerged from behind some curtains at the edge of the raised platform.

"Yes, Majesty?"

"Ah, Bevin. Please show these young women to suitable quarters and see that they're given proper clothing."

"Yes, Majesty." He turned and stepped down the stairs. "Madams and sir, if you will follow me?"

"Horace, will you and Lydra come with Ryoga and I to discuss your trip? I'd like to know what happened to cause you trouble. Oh, and Bevin!" The cocker spaniel turned around. "We shall feast in two hours!"

* * *

The girls wore what passed for formal wear in Jahaliya, with a few modifications. To start, each wore thigh high leather boots that tightly hugged their legs, showing off the delicate curves of their calves. The boots ended with short, half-inch to inch long heels, the boots with stiletto heels proving too unbalanced for the girls' large assets, while leather laces up the side of each boot along the inside leg kept them bound tightly to the girls' feet. Twin loops of tight leather wrapped around each girls' upper thighs at an angle and then curved around their backs, meeting just above their tails. Another strap attached to the center of the straps by their tails ran up their backs and attached to two more straps that ran around their fronts. One of the two went underneath their breasts, while the other went above, framing them nicely.

Two more straps ran over their breasts, one above the nipples, the other below. They supported their large chests and held them up high and firm. The strap that ran between their breasts continued up to their necks, where another circular strap went around their necks that attached to the strap in the back, forming a leather choker. They all wore leather belts around their waists for decoration and utility. Long, thin knives with jeweled pommels rested in shiny leather sheaths attached to the belts, giving them a bit of a warrior look. Robin wore her belt at an angle, letting it droop down over her hip.

Additionally, each girl wore a long cape. Robin, Tina, Natasha, and Nell all chose flowing, dark crimson capes, while Eleanor chose mellow green. Jessica and Corsi each chose sunflower yellow. The capes draped down to their feet and doubled as protection from the elements, Bevin told them. Leather bracers went from their elbows to their fingers where they formed a sort of palmless, fingerless glove. Laces kept the bracers firm.

Bevin, although friendly and professional, stayed in their rooms while they changed, to help fit their clothing. Miss Harrington asked him to leave, but he just looked confused and wondered why. After the girls realized they'd need his help putting their outfits on, Miss Harrington grudgingly decided he could stay.

The girls didn't want to wear them at first. Miss Harrington flat out refused. Bevin pointed out that for a formal celebratory dinner like the one they'd be attending, formal wear was absolutely required.

Miss Harrington just stared at him. "But, they're completely uncovered!"

Bevin looked amused. "Of course they are, Miss Harrington! Why would such fine looking girls as yours want to cover themselves up? They are so lovely that hiding their beauty would be a great waste," he said, unwittingly making all the girls blush. "And, may I add, Miss Harrington, that it would be a shame to cover you up as well. It would disappoint Horace very much, I believe."

Miss Harrington looked stunned. Not only were the girls expected to go about naked, she was as well! It was fine on the ship when no other covering was available, but now that they found themselves in civilization, couldn't they wear better clothes? Not only that, but it was obvious her interest in Horace was not well hidden. She was even more shocked at the outfit Bevin brought out for her. Since she was the leader of the girls, Bevin pointed out, it was necessary for her to wear something even a step above the girls' outfits.

Bevin smiled at her and then turned to the girls. "Girls, there is a lady in the next room who will put the finishing touches on your hair. I believe John is waiting for you there as well."

"This is a step above?" She looked aghast at the thought. Whereas the girls' leather outfits simply held their assets in place, her outfit looked as if it was meant to make them even more apparent, even though it followed the same basic design.

The straps, she found out as she put it on, were strategically adjusted so as to lift her breasts up and squeeze them together. The effect made her breasts look even larger than they already were. She gasped as she felt Bevin reach around her thighs to secure the small belt clasps to strap the rest of her into the get-up.

She looked in the full-length mirror to see what she looked like. A far cry from the tidy, stern schoolteacher she arrived as, she now looked like a female warrior. The girls received purely decorational knives, but she received a long, rapier like sword with a large, brass pommel and a silver basket guard. Black leather wrapped the grip as she pulled it experimentally from the sheath and gazed at it quizzically.

"Bevin, why do we have these swords and knives?"

"Well, Miss Harrington, long ago Jahaliyans had to defend themselves from various would be conquerors from foreign kingdoms. Today we wear our weapons symbolically to remind ourselves of the need to defend ourselves," Bevin explained. "We successfully defended ourselves for hundreds of years before our mages were able to isolate Jahaliya from the outside world except for one or two entry points to our friendlier neighbors."

"What do you mean, isolate?"

"There is a wall around the country. The mage wall is pure magic. It's maintained by the Ring of Power that's secretly hidden, its location known only to the most powerful mages and King Gohrig. The wall prevents any solid matter from passing through."

"Useful for a country that wants to stay peaceful - the ultimate defense. So the weapons are a reminder of a more turbulent time, then?"

"Yes. And although we're separated from the outside, there are still bandits inside, as you surely know. Unfortunately, weapons are still very much needed. Besides reminding us of our past and the need to pay homage to those who fell defending our kingdom, they also serve to remind us of the need to defend ourselves now."

"Yes, that makes sense."

"Not everyone wears them, but it's traditional for warriors and fighters to carry a weapon at all times to signify what they are."

"But, we're not fighters!" Miss Harrington looked at herself in the mirror, realizing that her leather straps, defined musculature, and dangerous sword made her look like a fierce soldier. Her long hair cascaded down her back and front, curving around her large breasts. "I mean... we look like it, but we're..."

She trailed off as she looked at the canine and saw his not inconsiderable erection waving about in the air.

"Believe me, Miss Harrington, if what happened on the ship and at the barn are true, and I have no reason to believe otherwise, you and your girls are among the best fighters our land has seen in a long time. Besides, Horace will greatly enjoy seeing you in your new clothes, Miss Harrington. I dare say you'll even have the king's attention!"

Miss Harrington gawked at Bevin, not knowing what to do or say. She'd seen other males sprout erections while they'd walked by, but she'd always assumed it was for the girls. But now...

"Umm... thank you, Bevin. I hope you're right..."

"I know I am, Miss Harrington. You look beautiful, as well as dangerous. Now, if you'll follow me, we'll be ready to go the celebration shortly."

Bevin walked to the door the girls left through earlier and opened it for her, nodding as she passed him. He followed behind, the short canine's erection still waving in front of him as they walked into the room... and saw John. All the girls crowded around him, praising his form as he stood there helpless, looking at Miss Harrington for help.

"Girls! Girls! Please, give John some room, you're not acting very lady... like..."

For the second time in an hour, Miss Harrington was at a loss for words. John's outfit consisted of leather straps that formed a harness of sorts, much like theirs. His was a touch different. Reminiscient of the harness the prince wore earlier on the boat, his formed a large "X" over his chest, with the straps attaching to a gold ring a few inches in diameter centered on his chest. A leather strap ran down over his belly and attached to a similar gold ring, although smaller, that circled the base of his thick sheath and ballsac. The ring forced his cock partways out of his sheath all the time, making the thick shaft droop out limply into open air. Straps ran from that ring around his thighs, holding it in place. His tail threaded through another gold ring in the back that the straps attached to.

He wore leather boots that ended above his ankles. A pair of knives rested in sheaths, one on each strap forming the "X" in front, while another pair of twin knives hung off of his belt on the sides of his thighs. All four had leather wrapped handles and narrow cross-hilts. He had bracers similar to what the girls wore, except his also had small, five inch knives strapped onto the outer edge. The combined effect left a lasting impression of an adept, buff fighter.

"Uh, they told me they wanted me in formalwear, Miss Harrington... I guess this is what they meant." Miss Harrington cleared her throat, trying to tear her eyes away from his large, pink shaft. "Yes, well, as you can see, we're dressing to their tastes. I believe you'll be able to manage..."

"Wow, Miss Harrington... you look really... um... nice!" John started blushing as the other girls laughed. Their laughter died away when they saw his cock start to rise up, growing larger. "Oh, geez..." John blushed even more when he saw all seven girls, plus Miss Harrington watch him grow unwillingly erect.

"Very impressive, Master John. You will be highly favored by many of the court ladies, I believe," Bevin said, coming to his side. "Unfortunately, we have no time to dally. Since you are all ready, shall we attend to the feast? The king and queen await!"

* * *

"These girls are amazing, mother. They're truly different and truly gifted. They nearly defended the entire ship by themselves! Amazing, I tell you!"

Malva smiled indulgently at her son. The aging wolf's face broke into a smile as Ryoga regaled her with more tales of the girls' bravery and daring.

She held up a paw, silencing him. "Yes, yes... I've heard it all, Ryoga. They do sound incredible. Here they come now - shall we greet them?"

Ryoga and Malva stood up and left the dais to go to the entrance where the girls were standing, shocked at the sudden, efficient change in the room. Whereas before it was mostly stiff and formally decorated, now it was alive with colors, smells, and sounds. Piles of food covered the tables, while minstrels played and colorfully dressed people danced. They wore dozens of bright blues, oranges, greens, and gold colored ribbons on their arms and legs. Some wore them around their necks, and at least one dancing rabbit that none of the girls could miss had several bright yellow ribbons tied onto his sheath.

Though it still disturbed them, the girls were gradually coming to terms with the constant nakedness. The walk through the castle to their quarters, lavishly decorated guest bedrooms, brought them past dozens of palace servants, all of whom were naked or only partially dressed, and quite a few of whom became quite aroused at seeing them pass. Although it left them blushing, they were also highly pleased that their appearances could elicit such a response. Even Natasha learned to strut a little after she saw the others doing the same.

The scents of freshly cooked meats and steamed vegetables assaulted their senses as they all realized how hungry they were - for two days they'd lived off nothing but what they could scrounge and once on the ship, the meager fare the galley could supply. Their mouths watered as most everything else was forgotten, even the multitude of erections that most of the males in the room sprang when they entered.

"Girls! Miss Harrington! And John! I'm happy to see you," Ryoga said, beaming at them.

"Now that I've heard what happened, I must say that we are indebted to you and your girls, Miss Harrington. You as well, John. Without your help, Ryoga might not have returned to us. We are forever in your debt," Malva said. "You will always be welcome in Jahaliya."

"My thanks, Queen Malva," Miss Harrington said as the girls curtsied and John bowed. "We did only what was right and proper at the time."

As Jessica stood up, she took the opportunity to examine the royal's new outfits. Malva was dressed conservatively, it seemed. She wore only a dark purple cape fringed with gold trim and a small golden circlet on top of her head. The outfit exposed her mature, attractive body, still firm and full.

Ryoga, on the other hand, dressed the same as John, though instead of knives, he wore a fierce looking broadsword across his back and a small short sword from his belt, both decorated with black leather grips and the royal crest of Jahaliya on the hilt. He grinned at John as he walked beside him.

"How's the outfit? I told Bevin when we arrived that you would probably fit one of my suits if he made a few simple modifications," he said as he eyed John's form critically. "How's it feel?" he asked as he leaned over and tightened a strap around John's thighs, pulling the ring around his sheath tighter, forcing a bit more cock out. "You need to let it hang out, John! Get the girls excited, you know? With one your size, I'm surprised it can stay in at all!"

John gaped at him wordlessly as they approached Horace, Lydra, and King Gohrig.

Lydra smiled at John as they approached. The panther wore a variety of belt-like straps around her legs and arms, all one-piece with a small buckle. Each contained three small, dangerous looking butterfly knives. Another belt strapped tightly around her waist, just above her hip, held a short sword and six additional knives.

Horace looked especially impressive. A huge broadsword strapped across his back at an angle. The pommel ended near his ear while the blade almost touched the floor. A large circular shield hung on his upper arm, decorated with the royal crest. A harness much like John's and Ryoga's, although modified for his large frame, seemed to barely stretch around his powerful arms, thighs, and chest. Unlike the other two, however, he did not have a cockring.

King Gohrig dressed moderately like his wife. He wore a circlet crown on his head, a dark purple cape trimmed in gold, and a large gold amulet over his chest. His body looked firm and toned, though nowhere near what Ryoga and John were at because his courtly duties kept him indoors and sedentary.

The girls curtsied as John bowed. Ryoga and Malva each hugged Gohrig before they all took seats at the large table in front of the rest. Sylvia sat to Malva's right with Horace on her other side. Gohrig sat between Malva and Ryoga. John came next, then Lydra, while the girls sat down, four on Malva's side, three on Gohrig's.

They talked between themselves for several minutes as people arrived and sat down. Porters bustled in more and more food to the tables, making the girls wonder if they would break under all the weight.

Breku came up to the table and, after bowing to Malva and Gohrig, crouched next to Nell's chair and spoke with her animatedly. Jali also showed up at their table and talked to Natasha and Jessica. After asking Gohrig, both Breku and Jali were brought chairs and sat with them. Breku and Ryoga knew each other when both trained for service on ships and exchanged friendly greetings.

Gradually, the giant room filled and a buzz of excitement floated on the air as rumors flew about the identity of the royal guests. Bevin showed up soon and whispered to Gohrig. After Bevin scurried off again, Gohrig rose to his feet.

A quiet immediately descended on the room as every head turned to watch.

"Friends! It is truly a great day for our country. Not only is my son, the prince, turning of age today, but we have powerful new friends from a distant land who helped us in a time of need. We are truly honored by their presence.

"This feast tonight was originally in honor of my son's birthday, but now it will also honor our guests. We will show them true Jahaliyan spirit, sport, and some good fun! Let the festivities begin!"

A roar of approval greeted his words, growing louder when the girls, John, Sylvia, and Ryoga stood up and waved and smiled to the crowd of people. The girls, John, and Sylvia were told earlier that every noble in the country was there, as well as important merchants, artisans, scientists, and mages, well over a five hundred people. The girls weren't all that surprised to learn that some of the crew were from noble families, even though every member was chosen by merit, not station.

The applause began to die down as they all took their seats again, only to be replaced by the clank of dishes and cutlery. A commotion near the entrance caught everyone's attention again.

The girls gasped at what they saw. A band of around a dozen or so members strolled in, dressed in garishly colored ribbons and hats, playing lutes, flutes, mandolins, and other, stranger instruments none of them recognized. Accompanying them were women, their only covering gauze-like scarves they held in their hands and waved around, creating intricate patterns in the air.

"Who are they, Ryoga?" asked John.

"Those are members of my father's harem. They're supplying entertainment tonight, as well as several troupes from around the country," Ryoga said.

The dancers and players were followed by other troupes of dancers and singers, each dressed in a different theme. Several groups of male dancers arrived as well, and male dancers mingled with the female dancers in most of the groups. Each group went to a different area of the hall, providing music and dance for all the feasters.

Horace leaned in to speak to Sylvia, a smile playing on his lips.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Sylvia. It's amazing how sexy that harness looks on you."

Sylvia blushed and looked down. She couldn't believe how Horace could make her feel like a giddy schoolgirl. She smiled at him and her blush deepened. "Horace, you are such a flatterer."

"Nonsense, Sylvia, I speak only the truth. Haven't you noticed the admiring stares from the people around us? And almost every head in the room turned when you entered."

"But that was for the girls! I mean, they're who everyone is looking at."

"Maybe, but I only have eyes for you," Horace said as he leaned in closer.

Sylvia grinned widely, unable to hide her large smile as she realized what Horace was saying. "But... I mean..."

"I'd like to take you on a tour of the castle, Sylvia," Horace said, sitting up and talking a bit more loudly. "A private tour. What do you say?"

"Well, I really don't think I should leave the girls..."

"Don't worry, Ryoga, not to mention the king and queen, are right here watching them! Surely you can slip away for a little while with me..."

Sylvia nearly giggled, but managed to stifle it and stood up, very ladylike, and accepted Horace's large paw. They left quickly, unnoticed by the busily eating people at the table.

Jessica, who was sitting on the end of the table, nearly choked on her slice of pastry she had chosen from a tray on the table when a short, lithe fox strolled up to her, grinning beguilingly. The very naked male ran a paw down his chest and over his taut abs as Jessica watched, pastry held halfway to her muzzle. The fox swung his hips and twirled slowly around, then, smiling at her widely, brushed the tip of his tail across the ridge of her muzzle, knocking a few crumbs loose. Her eyes went wide when she saw his erect member swing around, following his hips, then jiggle lightly as it slapped against his stomach. He winked at her and then went on to another table, following his group as they made their rounds. Jessica gaped a little as Jali leaned over and nudged her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah... who was that?" she asked.

"One of the dancers. He definitely took a notice of you! They're gorgeous, aren't they? And very friendly, if you know what I mean," Jali said, smiling. "I bet you he invites you up for the stage show."

"Stage show?"

"Yeah, the stage show. It's gonna be great with so many dancers here... probably last the entire feast if they start it soon."

"What does this stage show involve?"

"Oh, the usual. Dances, music, storytelling. They invite people up onto the stage with them though."

"For what?"

"Well, to help tell the story, or just join in the dance. It's great fun - I've done it before. Oh, look! They're starting now!"

Large gongs sounded out simultaneously, silencing the large hall as dancers took their places on the large stage the filled one side of the hall. A speaker stood on the edge of the stage and began talking, telling a story about some far away land, although none of the girls were paying much attention.

The reason for their laxity in regards to the story was simple. All the dancers from before began gyrating, thrusting, and dancing erotically, climbing all over each other on the stages, to the applause and delight of the audience. The girls stared, slack-jawed, as they watched the opening of the show, which seemed to be degenerating fairly quickly into a massive orgy. The girls' seats were very close to the stage, only a dozen feet or so, so when a tall, handsome rabbit grabbed a large busted vixen, pulled her to the floor, and started to thrust into the squealing female eagerly. Cheers erupted from the rowdy crowd as they copulated madly on stage as the other dancers swirled around, madly molesting and groping their partners as several more pairs joined in.

The fox from earlier came up to the table, this time with a much more mischievous look in his eyes.

* * *

Horace smiled at Sylvia as he opened the door to a room and led her in. The room contained only a single large four-post bed. Elegant draperies covered the walls and bed, while a warm fireplace cast a pale yellow light over the maroon hued room.

Sylvia stopped at the door as Horace opened it for her. "Horace... this..."

"This is where I'd like to get to know you much better, Sylvia..."

Horace tugged on Sylvia's paw, pulling the lioness further into the room, towards the bed. He turned and shut the door, then, turning back to her, put a paw on her cheek, then slid it through her hair as his other drew her in close.

Sylvia began to purr as she let Horace draw her in closer... the large, strong bear proved irresistible to her as she pushed her paws through his thick pelt and felt his hard chest and defined abs. As he pressed a paw against her side and leaned down, nuzzling her neck, she shivered and moaned, leaning into Horace's strong arms. She gasped as she felt his immense member swell against her and looked up in shock.

"It's so large..."

Horace grinned and pulled her to the bed. He lay on his back and pulled her to his side. His paw ran down her side while his other cupped one of her enormous breasts. He thumbed her nipple as she moaned and arched her back, encouraging him.

Horace's member pressed into Sylvia's thighs and stomach, making her moan and squirm against it. She pressed her paw onto his thigh and squeezed, then ran it upwards, cupping the bear's large sac. Too large for her paw, it drooped over the edges. The thick member responded instantly to her squeezes, stiffening instantly and eliciting a moan from Horace.

Horace smiled and straddled Sylvia's waist, thick erection lying across her breasts and stomach. Her eyes widened at the sight and her paws reached up and grasped the thick head, then slowly ran down the shaft, gently squeezing the base.

"Oh... yes..."

Horace's moans encouraged Sylvia on, and she winked broadly as she nestled the bear's large cock between her large breasts. Horace smiled and leaned down to kiss the lioness as he started to pump his hips, sliding his member through the downy white fur of the lioness's firm mammaries.

Sylvia pushed her breasts together, forming a tight passage for the bear as he broke the kiss and sat up, leaning backwards to push harder. His cock bumped against Sylvia's chin with each thrust, smearing musky, thick pre along her muzzle as she eagerly licked the head when it came in range. Horace moaned again, reaching down and squeezing Sylvia's breasts, one in each paw. His large hands fit snugly over the breasts, leaving a lot of fur uncovered. He squeezed gently, then harder as Sylvia responded with increased cries of pleasure.

Horace groaned as his cock spurted a stream of pre that splashed across Sylvia's muzzle, leaving her a bit surprised. Horace, watching her from above, laughed and slowed for a moment.

"I'm told I'm very potent..."

Sylvia licked her lips, smiling up at him sultrily. "It's lovely..."

Horace moaned as her questing fingers found his sensitive head and stroked downwards, sending shivers of pleasure through him. "Ooh..."

He began to push again, moving faster as his stiff cock began to leak more pre over Sylvia's fur. He soon began humping her taut breasts steadily, holding onto them with his paws as Sylvia moaned beneath him, enjoying the feel of his large paws forcefully squeezing and massaging her aching nipples.

Horace slowed again, abruptly sliding off and, panting heavily, looking at Sylvia eagerly.

"I've never known a woman who could bring me so close so quickly..."

Sylvia blushed and looked down at Horace's member. Hugely veined and straining eagerly, the massive cock looked very slick and thick. His balls pulsed, full of cum. She grinned and leaned over to kiss him, running a paw over his chest.

"I'll bet you've got a little left in you..."

Horace smiled and rolled onto his back as Sylvia climbed on top, straddling him this time. Her sopping wet femmesex nestled around the base of Horace's shaft, causing them both to shudder and moan. She slid up his long shaft, pressing down hard until she reached the tip. She leaned over, spreading her legs wide as she pressed herself again Horace.

Horace, meanwhile, pressed his paws around the lioness's slim, voluptuous waist and started to push her down over his erection, moaning as his member slipped inside. They both groaned again, but cut it off with a deep kiss as Sylvia squirmed her way downwards, helped along by Horace's large paws. Sylvia sucked Horace's tongue into her muzzle as Horace finally pushed himself all the way inside of her, grunting loudly as he barely held himself back.

Sylvia had other plans. Gripping his shoulders, she began to push herself up and down the thick shaft, gasping as it pressed her g-spot over and over. Slamming herself down hard, she bit her bottom lip and buried her head in the bear's chest as she came hard around the massive shaft. As her insides clutched the big shaft, Horace arched his back upwards, forcing himself even deeper as he reached his own orgasm and started to cum, moaning and pulling Sylvia close to him.

Sylvia clutched the bear as their simultaneous orgasms ran through them. They kissed again as Sylvia's loud purrs rumbled through the room.

"I hope none of the students walk in here while we're like this..."

Horace smiled. "Don't worry... from what I've seen, the girls would only find it encouraging. And besides, there will be plenty going on at the feast to keep them occupied?"

Sylvia frowned a little. "What do you mean?"

Horace grinned. "Let's wait a little while and rest, then we'll go see together, hmm?"

Sylvia's protests eventually turned to small cries of laughter as Horace started to lick her cheeks and ears, then to a larger cry of amazement when she felt Horace's member respond to her body and stiffen against her stomach, ready for another round. Sylvia was almost as surprised when she realized that she was too.

* * *

Back at the banquet, the girls were indeed keeping busy. Many had by now abandoned their weapons and robes to a pile under the table after seeing most of the rest of the armed crowd do the same. Less chance of accidents or tripping on the flowing garments. The fox that approached Jessica earlier did in fact invite her onto the stage to take part in the dance and song, which was a very simple beat and tune played on several lyre like instruments and drums of various sizes.

The dance started out innocent enough. Jessica whirled about with the fox, following his motions and weaving with him in and out of the other dancers as it went from line dancing to a large, twisting circle, back to some form of line dancing where all the dancers synched up in pairs, male to female.

When Jessica felt the fox's strong paws on her waist, she wasn't quite sure what to do next, and didn't have a chance to think it over long when she suddenly felt herself hoisted up into the air over the fox's head. She instinctively pushed her legs straight out as the fox held her up for a moment at a forty-five degree angle, then brought her down in time with the other dancers so that her waist met his. Seeing the other girls wrap their legs around their partners, she did the same, then put her arms around his neck, and nearly released him right away as she felt his erect member pressing into her thigh. The surprisingly strong fox grinned and shifted his paws to her back, holding her tightly.

"This is my favorite part of the dance," he whispered to her.

Jessica was about to ask what that meant when the fox lifted her waist upwards and then down, bringing her quickly over his hard erection. Jessica's eyes went wide as she felt the large cock slide inside of her and grasped the fox tightly. She didn't have time to say or think anything before the fox whirled her around, still moving in time with the other dancers who were just as closely linked as they were. Every movement was pure pleasure for both of them as the dance went on, the twirling, thrusting motions growing steadily more carnal. Several pairs dropped the dance entirely and focused on each other as the beat intensified, the drumbeat pounding heavily in Jessica's ears. The mad pace of the music and the feelings of pleasure overwhelmed Jessica, who simply tried to hang on and enjoy the ride as the fox started to slide his large, slick cock in and out of her willing body, his supple tongue wetting the fur around her large, straining nipples.

* * *

"Oh my... look at what Jessica and that fox are doing, Eleanor!"

"Wow... that looks like a fun dance!"

Eleanor and Tina were gazing in rapt fascination at the lewd dance onstage when a strongly built and handsome otter tapped them on their shoulders. They spun around, both blushing heavily.

"I was wondering if I could interest you two ladies in the wrestling event?"

Tina eyed the otter carefully, licking her lips as she looked over his taut legs, straining erection, and well-formed chest and abs. "What kind of... uh... wrestling?"

"You'll see! Follow me, and we can start... you'll be able to watch the first match of the ladies' competition. The mens' is starting over in the other pit," he said, motioning to the gathering crowd of well hung males lining up by the edge of what looked like a shallow pool. "The winners of the mens' and womens' competitions get to wrestle each other, if you know what I mean," he said, winking at Eleanor.

"You mean, they fuck?" Eleanor blurted.

"Yup! And how!"

Eleanor and Tina looked at each other and shrugged. Tina grinned. "Hey, when in Rome..."

* * *

End.

Jahaliya The Quest

A referee wearing a red armband called out names from a sheet near the crowded wrestling pit. The filling inside the pit turned out not to be mud, but some kind of thick gelatin. Designed to wash out easily, most contestants washed in the public showers afterwards, although a few opted for more unusual methods (often with more satisfying results).

"Care to sign up, miss?" a large, well-built otter asked Tina. "I think you'd do great!"

"Oh... I don't know... I mean... well..." The buff skunk eyed the otter's throbbing erection and toned chest as her speech faltered and her resolve weakened. The chance to meet a piece like that in the finals of a wrestling tournament?

"Alright, I'll do it! Where do I sign up?"

"Go tell the referee your name and he'll get you in," the otter said. "You won't regret this!" He turned to Eleanor, smiling hugely. "Are you signing up too?"

Eleanor blushed. "Oh, no... I couldn't. I'm not much for sports. But Tina is!"

"Maybe next time, huh?" The otter cocked an ear as the referee called out more names. "Whups! That's me! Gotta run... nice talking to you both. Wish me luck!" The otter turned and jogged to the pit, jumping into the fray with a gusto, leaving Tina and Eleanor behind to admire his toned rump from behind..

Eleanor watched Tina sign up. She'll do well, she thought, because she's got a lot of strength compared to most of the other girls. Eleanor grinned and wandered off to see more of the party.

The large tables of food were constantly replenished by a veritable army of caterers who ran back and forth from the kitchens with all sorts of food. Roasted meats, fresh vegetables, pastries, cakes, candies, and even more exotic fare tantalized the nose and tongue. She sampled treats from various plates as she wandered, a bit overwhelmed by all the fuss and hubbub of the giant hall. She saw a few of her classmates, but they looked fairly occupied with various dishes of food, the plethora of games, or, like Jessica, the constant stream of male admirers.

She just sat down to eat a large pastry filled with a delicious strawberry cream when she felt a paw timidly tapping her on the back. She turned around on her bench and smiled at the nervous, young-looking hare who stood shuffling his feet. He had long ears, one that stood upright and one that flopped over midway. It covered his eye sometimes and he brushed it out of the way. His light gray fur looked soft and downy, and his whole body looked trim and toned. No clear definitions, but the build of someone who could run for several miles without pausing for wind. He kept his eyes on his feet as he started to talk, apparently deathly shy.

"Umm... hi. My name's..." he began, but was interrupted by a burly looking badger who strode up and punched him hard in the shoulder, grinning broadly.

"Max! You making a move on this fine looking lady? Careful, she might be too much woman for you!" He guffawed heartily and slapped the hare on the back, who now looked like he wanted to sink into the floor in embarrassment. The badger winked at Eleanor and stuck out his paw.

"Name's Vahn. What's your's, beautiful?"

Eleanor looked at Max, who had been pushed aside by Vahn. "Umm... it's Eleanor. But you'll have to excuse me..."

Eleanor slipped past the tall badger and hurried after Max. She had seen the look of horror on his face after Vahn showed up and she knew how he felt. She experienced the same treatment occasionally back at the school, and she wanted him to know that she understood. Vahn stared after her, then shrugged.

"Dunno what she wants to talk to him for..." He looked around, and, spotting another unattached female, set off to turn his attentions to her.

Max nearly reached the grand door of the hall by the time Eleanor caught up with him. She reached out and tapped his shoulder timidly, the same way he had done to her earlier. He spun around, frightened, as if expecting Vahn was there, ready to tease him again. He blushed heavily when he saw that it was Eleanor and immediately looked down at his feet.

Eleanor smiled. "Hi. I'm Eleanor. I didn't quite catch your name back there. You were drowned out by a gust of wind." She grinned widely. That was quite clever, she thought.

Max looked up and smiled tentatively. "Umm... I'm Max. I was going to ask if you would like to dance." He finished quickly, breathing a little fast.

"Well, I'm not much for dancing," Eleanor said, watching his face fall. "But I'd love to go on a walk. Do you know your way around the castle grounds?"

Max let out a huge breath of relief and nodded happily. "Oh yeah, I know 'em inside and out. What would you like to see? The gardens? The orchard? The hedge maze?"

Eleanor smiled. She had picked up a thing or two from the other girls over the years, and she sure wasn't going to let them have all the fun tonight. "How about someplace nice, quiet, and secluded?"

Max looked a bit taken aback, but quickly grinned and slipped an arm around her waist. "I know just the place." They started walking out the door, unnoticed by any of the other revelers.

They only walked a short distance before reaching a cobblestone path that meandered off into the night. The moon shone bright and full above them and several lanterns hung on long poles, providing plenty of illumination. As they walked down the path, Max's paw slowly squeezed and stroked Eleanor's side. When she pressed herself more tightly to his side, he nearly stumbled, still a bit shy of the buxom female next to him.

"What do you do here, Max?" Eleanor asked, hoping to get him to relax.

"I'm one of the castle's junior guards," he said. "I'm in training under the veterans until I turn twenty-three. I only have a few months left till I transfer to active duty. I'm hoping to pull Rover Duty - that is, traveling with the Prince as part of his entourage when he goes out for diplomatic missions. I'm a great runner, so I'd probably get messenger duty."

"That's very interesting! How long have you been in training?"

"Since I was sixteen. A bunch of us started, but many didn't make it this far. It's a great honor to graduate from the guard school here... they really make sure you know your stuff."

Eleanor smiled and nuzzled his ear, making him jump.

"Um... uh, I think that... I think this might be what you were talking about," he stammered. They moved through some dense bushes, on a trail Eleanor didn't see until Max led her down it. Then they were standing on a small hill overlooking the moonlit pond. Eleanor raised a paw to her lips. "Oh! It's beautiful!"

Max smiled. "Yeah... I come here all the time... nobody else knows about this place. You can't really see it from the other sides of the pond. I think you can if you're in a boat right below us, but the willows hanging overhead do a good job obscuring us and showing them."

Eleanor nodded and turned to face Max. "It's perfect."

Max gulped and blushed. "I... uh... I was wondering what..."

He stopped short as Eleanor leaned forward and kissed him quickly. His whole face turned an even darker shade of red under his light gray fur. When Eleanor finally broke the kiss, she reminded herself to thank the girls for at least one thing she'd learned from them... don't let the male talk too much.

Max stood there and swayed, a stupid sort of smile on his face. Eleanor giggled and Max's head and ears swiveled to face her. "Wow... I don't know how you do it, but you're so beautiful..."

It was Eleanor's turn to blush as Max stepped in close and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. Their lithe, thin bodies matched up to each other perfectly as they kissed again. Max raised a paw and stroked Eleanor's cheek, brushing her long hair back as his other paw slid up and down her back.

"Oooh... oh, Max!"

Eleanor moaned as Max slid a paw over her large, sensitive breasts, lightly squeezing one as he leaned down to lick her other nipple with his tongue. He nibbled and suckled, sending shivers through her body as her paws gripped his long blonde hair and ears. Her whole body swayed in pleasure as he rolled her nippled between his finger and thumb. Max quickly lost his shyness as he explored Eleanor's body.

Breathing heavily, Eleanor guided Max's face back up to her own and kissed him hard, pressing her body hard against his own. She could feel his thick erection pressing into her thigh as she held herself close to him. "Oh, Max..."

The male rabbit smiled and disengaged himself. He reached into a stump that Eleanor realized he must have hollowed out. He pulled out a large, thick blanket and spread it over the ground.

"Sometimes I slept out here, when I didn't have to be in the barracks," he explained as he sat down, legs straight in front of him, resting back on the heels of his palms.

"Good idea," Eleanor said. She lowered herself on top of Max, legs spread around his slim waist, and put her paws on his shoulder, pushing him back until he lay flat on the ground. She made small noises of pleasure as she kissed him, then, moving down his body slowly, nibbled his neck and chest, teasing his nipples, making him squirm as she rubbed her large breasts against his erection. She finally reached his thick cock and slipped her long, nimble fingers around the base, squeezing lightly. Max moaned.

"I've always wanted to do this," Eleanor said, grinning. She finally had a chance to be with a boy, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste.

Leaning down, she slowly licked her partner's shaft, from base to tip, sending him shivering. Her paw cupped his heavy ballsac as she kissed the head of his cock, grinning as she watched it throb. Finally, without any more teasing, she slipped her lips around the thick cock and lowered her head, pushing the shaft into her muzzle. She groaned around the erection as Max breathed hard and fast, paws resting on her head.

Slowly moving up and down, Eleanor used her supple tongue to its fullest, eagerly licking the underside and head of Max's erection as she slid up and down. Her paw squeezed and stroked his ballsac as her other paw gripped the base of his erection and stroked softly up and down in time with her muzzle. He moaned and bucked, trying to push himself in faster. Eleanor obliged, speeding up her muzzle and letting him guide her. She enjoyed the feel of his cock in her muzzle, his paws guiding her head. She mmmed again, tasting his bitter precum as drops started to rub off the back of her throat and tongue.

Eventually Eleanor pulled off his cock and licked her lips, grinning up at him. "That was just what I'd always imagined it to be like."

He looked at her, startled. "That was your first time?"

She nodded. "Yeah... I did okay?"

He moaned and fell back. "Oh yeah... you did great..."

Eleanor smiled and ran a paw over his still throbbing erection. "Good thing you're not done yet." She gave him another lick, teasing him, before sliding up his body and laying against him, letting him play with her breasts as they kissed and nibbled each other lovingly.

Max rolled onto his side and pulled Eleanor close, then rolled again so that he was laying on top of her. He thick erection rubbed against her thigh again as he kissed her hard, tongue pressing eagerly against her own. His paws groped and squeezed her huge breasts as his hips started to move, sliding his erection against her thighs.

"Go on, Max... do it," Eleanor whispered, spreading her legs for him. He smiled down at her, completely taken by the beautiful hare. He settled between her legs and started to push forward, cock slowly entering her. He kept himself raised up off of her with his paws, but still leaned down to kiss her hard as his hips continued to slowly push forward. He finally pushed in all the way, making her cry out in pain, but that quickly turned to cries of pleasure as he rested himself inside of her.

His ears flopped over his face as he just held himself inside her, holding her tightly, letting her get used to his entrance. He hadn't realized she was a total virgin - it never occurred to him someone like her could never have experienced a male before.

She made the first move, slowly shifting her hips to move over his shaft. She felt so tight and warm inside that he was having trouble holding back... he raised his head and gritted his teeth as he pushed in again, moaning loudly. She reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him close as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in even more tightly. "Oooh... Max..."

Her cries spurred him on and he started to slide in and out more quickly, giving in to his impulses. He squeezed one of her nipples as he rocked in and out, making her cry out again. His cock throbbed inside of her as his breathing grew heavy and ragged.

"Ooh... Oh Max... it feels so... aaah!"

Her sharp cry brought Max down to earth as he realized she had just experienced her first orgasm... her whole body shook as he held himself inside of her deeply.

Eleanor surprised him by gripping his shoulders again and murmuring, wanting more. He obliged her, happily surprised, and started to moan as he rapidly approached his own orgasm. He pushed in hard, jolting her as he hilted inside of her, then withdrew rapidly and pushed in hard again. The fourth time, he gasped and clutched her tightly as his cock throbbed and suddenly went off, his orgasm pounding through his body. He screwed his eyes shut as his cock started to shoot off the past few hours worth of arousal, and then some. He moaned and clasped his arms around Eleanor, hugging her close as she did the same.

"Max, that was wonderful."

"I can't believe that was your first time..."

"Well, I've thought about it before..."

"I hope I measured up."

"Oh, Max!" Eleanor smiled and kissed him passionately, still wrapped around him tightly. After a few moments, she withdrew and smiled at him coyly. "You still feel hard, though... I thought most guys got soft after doing it? That's what Robin always said."

Max smiled knowingly and winked at her. "I guess I should tell you... I'm a little different from most guys," he said, nuzzling her chin. "The night I was born, several strange things happened. A shooting star collided with another, lighting the entire night sky for several hours. A two-headed goat was born. The parents were expecting twins, but they get along all right. There was also a lunar eclipse, more cupid sightings than in any one night ever before, and it was also All-Love Day, the day when, since anyone can remember, we celebrate our relationships with candy, cards, and sex." He took a breath and continued. "Additionally, three fairies appeared at the time of my birth in the castle, prophesizing. The first two prophesies didn't concern me, but the third one was about the gray rabbit born that night being exceptionally gifted, brave, and loyal. I don't know about the bravery, but I'm plenty loyal and," he said, winking, "and I'm definitely gifted. I'm top of my class in guard training, but I'm also som ething of an anomaly in bed."

Eleanor's eyes widened. "You mean..."

Max grinned and nuzzled her neck. "Yeah... all those things happening mean that I'm the world's greatest lover. Not trying to brag, you see, but I can't help it. I've got some kind of enchantment embedded in my very being, according to the seer that my parents took me to when I was young." He grinned even wider. "The seer said that I had several powers that succubus are known for... one of which being, incredible stamina."

Eleanor looked at him. "So you can..."

"Go all night, yes," he finished for her. "I'm still discovering all of the things I can do, but I know I can help my partner go the night as well, and I've even found that I can change my cock size in small amounts. Make it thicker or thinner, for instance. All to help please my partner."

Eleanor looked up at him in amazement. "Wow... that's an incredible power."

"Yeah... except that along with all of that, I'm terminally shy... you saw me in the hall." His face fell and he rested himself on his side, pulling Eleanor close. "I was a complete basket case. So much for being exceptionally brave."

"So you're the world's greatest shyest lover?" Eleanor laughed. She stopped when she saw how sad Max looked. "Oh Max... I know you don't think it's funny. I was very shy in school as well, but the girls never made fun of me, so I outgrew it. But how can you be so shy when you know you're so good?"

"I don't know... the seer couldn't figure that out either. Said none of the signs would have made me shy. The opposite, in fact. So I don't know... it's hard to meet people when I'm so shy, so I've never been very... active." He frowned. "That's why Vahn and the guys like him always think its funny when I do try to talk to a lady."

"Max... I don't care what anyone thinks. To me, you are the world's greatest lover." She grinned and playfully nipped his long, floppy ear. "Now, show me what you can do... I want you to prove your title!"

Max grinned back at her. "Oh? Think I'm not up for the job?" His paws slipped around behind her back, teasing her in the just the right manner to make her...

"Better find ouwwwwwooooo! MAX!"

* * *

Back at the banquet, things were going nicely. Tina did very well in the wrestling competition and easily made it to the finals. Her abilities were clearer than ever, surprising everyone, but mostly herself - she'd never wrestled before. She was showering before her final match and cleaning up when a referee came up to her, looking apologetic.

"Just came to warn you, miss, that the final match might take a bit... there's a bit of a problem with the last round of the men's competition."

"What sort of problem?" Tina asked, rubbing herself dry with a towel.

"The judges are having a hard time figuring out who won the match, is all. Apparently, of the three judges, two are split and the third really can't tell. I'm sure they'll have it straightened out soon."

Tina tossed her towel into a basket and headed for the wrestling pits, the official staying by her side. A large crowd had gathered by this time near the men's pit and she pushed her way through to see what was going on.

The large, built otter that invited her into the competition in the first place and a lithe, wiry cat sat on the edge of the pool as the three judges huddled nearby. They were talking to each other quietly when the otter looked up and saw her. He waved her over and she sat next to them.

"Hi! Didn't tell you my name earlier, but it's Brath. This is Vin," he said, indicating the deep orange colored cat. "Heard you won! Good job! Looks like you'll be wrestling one of us, eh?" He grinned and winked at her. She smiled back happily.

"Pleasure to meet you," Vin said, extending a paw. He had a kindly voice and a slight accent. Strong looking, though very lean, the cat looked like a strong competitor. "Brath and I were just talking about you. I saw you when you first entered the hall and wanted to express my gratitude for your actions on the ship. First-rate job, what?"

Tina blushed. "Well, we were just trying to help."

"Well, regardless, you did save the day, eh? Looks like this one's never going to end," Vin said, pointing towards the judges. "Most indecisive lot I've ever seen."

"Wouldn't know whether to go for the cream or the sugar, eh, what what?" Brath grinned as he parodied Vin's accent and punched the cat in the shoulder playfully.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm not very patient," Tina said. "And I think I have just the solution for our problem." She stood up and winked at them. "Be right back."

Vin and Brath watched her curiously as she walked over to the judges and tapped one on the shoulder. She leaned close and whispered something that caused quite a bit of excitement. After a few minutes of consultation and much head-nodding, the three stood up straight looking quite happy. One mounted a small stage and loudly shouted for quiet as Tina plopped herself back down next to the boys.

"What did you tell them? They seemed pretty glad to hear it," Brath said.

"Oh, you'll find out," Tina replied coyly.

The tall wolf on the stage cleared his throat loudly as the people around him started to quiet down. "Attention! As you know, the winner of the women's competition was Tina Franks, of the prince's entourage. As for the men's, we've had a bit of a problem coming up with a winner. Both contestants did admirably, and neither pinned the other before time was called. So, we have a problem. Of us three judges, we couldn't come to a decision as to who we should declare a winner."

He stopped and cleared his throat, then motioned towards Tina, Brath, and Vin. "Fortunately for us, Ms. Franks has come up with a solution. Brath and Vin's competition is declared a draw, and both will wrestle Ms. Franks at the same time!"

Loud cheers greeted his announcement, while Brath and Vin both turned to Tina, open-mouthed.

"That's some solution!" Vin said. "You sure about this?"

Tina grinned. "Don't worry about me, boys. You should be planning a strategy on how best to handle me in the ring." She winked at each of them and stood up, purposefully letting her muscles ripple a little as she walked away.

Vin looked at Brath and whistled quietly. "Think we can take her, mate?"

Brath grinned and shook his head. "I have no idea, but I bet it's gonna be a lot of fun!"

* * *

Jessica's vision focused solely on the strong fox slowly pushing in and out of her supple, eager body as they twirled around the dance floor. The fox easily navigated the mess of dancers, more and more of which were ending up on the floor copulating madly. The fox ended up pressing her against the back wall of the semi-circular stage. He growled into her ear as his hips thrust deeply into her tight pussy. Jessica groaned with pleasure as the powerful male invaded her and grasped him tightly, pulling him against her body with her arms and legs.

The fox grunted in surprise as he felt Jessica pull him powerfully against her. He smiled as his hips continued to push smoothly into her.

"I believe I may have underestimated you," he said. "The rumors of your strength were justified!"

Jessica smiled and moaned as she pressed herself back against the wall, paws resting on his shoulders. "Well, you're certainly no slouch your oooh self!" she said, ending on a long moan as the fox buried himself deeply inside of her and began to climax. She cried out in pleasure as her legs tightened around his waist. Her feminine sex tightened around his shaft as she came hard, juices running freely down his shaft, mixing with his own seed. "Ooh... oh my," she moaned, whimpering lightly at the flood of pleasure deluding her exquisite body.

"By the way," the fox said, panting. "I'm Tom."

* * *

From the get-go, Vin and Brath knew they were going to have problems. Tina easily outclassed either one of them singly, and she didn't have much more trouble with both at the same time. She ducked and rolled, squirmed and wriggled, and actually managed get them both so confused that she pinned them easily after just a few minutes, ending up straddling Vin's waist, pinning his elbows under her knees, and getting Brath on his front with an arm up between his shoulderblades.

"Ladies and gentleman, we have a winner!" a referee called out. He held up Tina's messy arm while Vin and Brath sat back, breathing hard and looking a little confused at how quickly they were defeated - but at least relieved it was over. "This not-so-gentlewoman has claimed the title of champion, and now retires with the losers to the champion's quarters!"

Tina looked surprised. "Um... champion's quarters?" she asked the referee.

"Of course... you have a special room all set up for you, right after you shower, where you and, in this case, both of your opponents retire to work out your differences in a more sophisticated manner." The referee grinned. "Call it the runner's up prize, if you will."

Tina grinned. "I see..."

Vin and Brath trooped up behind her. Vin sighed and rested a paw on her shoulder. "Well, Miss Franks, it looks like you've bested us!"

Brath grinned and placed a paw on his forehead. "Oh, to have been vanquished by such a lady!"

Tina laughed at their antics. "Don't worry, boys... you'll have another chance real soon."

Vin and Brath looked at each other, then at Tina. "Just promise us, love, that you'll go a little easier on us in the bed than you did in the pool," Vin pleaded.

Tina laughed again and squeezed them both close, making them gasp as she manhandled them playfully. "Don't you boys worry... I might even let you win a little!"

As the unlikely trio headed off, Tina pulling along the almost reluctant males behind her, the referee shook his head.

"Oh, sweet failure!"

As soon as they'd showered and rested, the referee led Tina, Vin, and Brath into their chamber. Vin and Brath wasted no time in getting Tina into bed, where they felt her up as best they could. It wasn't too long, though until the buff skunk turned things up a notch. Rolling Vin onto his back, she straddled the cat's strong, thin frame and ground her hips against his waist. He responded immediately, paws going to her breasts and waist thrusting upwards against her.

Brath, not to be left out, pulled Tina's tail up and slid his large member against her rump, making her squirm even more as Vin's shaft slid against her wet pussy. Both males' large members made her head swim with pleasure they teased her. Tina swore they were working together and planned the whole thing out ahead of time as first one would enter her, only to withdraw while the other one pushed forward.

She'd never considered having two males enter her like that, especially with Brath's large erection pushing against her rump so thickly, but she succumbed willingly as they began pushing in simultaneously. She gasped and pushed back against them.

Brath kept his paws tightly around her waist as he slipped forward, entering her deeply, while Vin continued to rub and stroke her large nipples, occasionally running his paws over her defined abdomen and taut biceps. Tina stroked and squeezed Vin's wiry chest and smooth abdomen, enjoying the cat's runner's build. She could feel the power behind his fingers and moaned luxuriously as Brath pushed forward especially deep, just when Vin completely hilted inside of her.

The two males kept her going forever, it seemed. She'd peak and ebb, crying out in pleasure as the two males fucked her hard simultaneously. Brath's paws squeezed her strongly as he entered her tight rump while Vin's paws never left her body as he pounded upwards, filling her deeply.

Her desire seemed nigh unquenchable as she rocked back and forth with the two males, moaning and crying out with them. She arched backwards and shoved down hard when Brath's muzzle took hold of her neck and shoulder. The big otter pushed forward hard, hilting inside of her, while Vin thrust again and again. He closed his eyes and groaned as he came closer to his orgasm.

When Tina clenched down and pushed hard against him, he couldn't take any more and let loose, crying out his need. Tina gasped when she felt him cum inside of her and clenched down even tighter. Brath moaned when she did this, and, like a chain reaction, came as hard as he ever had inside her. Tina went over the edge and shuddered as she experienced the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Vin was certain her paws would leave marks as she clutched his shoulders.

The two males tried to keep going, but soon all three lay close together, silent and unmoving except for their slow breathing. Exhausted, Tina pulled Vin closer and hugged him to her like a stuffed animal while Brath lay behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. His groin nestled up to her rump while her tail twitched between his legs.

"That's gotta be the best prize I've ever won," Tina said, smiling widely.

Vin sighed loudly and nuzzled Tina's neck, his paw idly trailing over her broad shoulders and large breasts. "Same here, I think... what about you, Brath?"

Brath grinned and ran a paw down Tina's back, making her shiver. "Best prize we didn't win, Vin," he said. "Just imagine if we had!" He licked the back of Tina's neck before resting his head on the pillow beside her.

Tina smiled. "Well, I hope you boys aren't too tired yet," she said, a twinkle in her eye. "The night is still young!"

Vin and Brath eyed each other. "You can't be serious, Tina! After all the wrestling and with what we just did, you're still not tired?" Brath asked incredulously.

Tina giggled and turned around, pushing them on their backs. She pushed herself up onto all fours and grinned at them lustily. "Do I look tired?"

Vin looked at Brath again. "Well... I guess we've got work to do, mate!"

Brath nodded, awe showing on his face as he stared at Tina. "We sure do."

They did a good job too, according to Tina. Vin and Brath took turns - one would pleasure her while the other relaxed. They didn't even notice when, later on that night, the same referee came in and applied some oil to the braces of their bed to stop the incessant squeaking that was keeping half the castle awake.

* * *

Sylvia sighed as she lay awake, relaxing next to the large bear beside her. Horace's gentle breathing came slow and steady; he was fast asleep for the night. Her paw slowly stroked his large barrel chest as she rested her head on his shoulder, staring off towards the far wall.

This new world... it was so different! Full of life, energy, free will. She wasn't sure yet if that was good or bad, though this night with Horace was helping her lean towards the latter.

She was worried about leaving the girls alone, at first, but Horace convinced her they were best left to their own devices. The prince would ensure they were treated well, he'd said, and that, as guests, they were going to be very well treated indeed.

She pursed her lips, wondering what they were getting up to. But before the disapproving thought could finish crossing her mind, another butted in: just look at you.

She smiled, pressing a bit tighter to Horace's side. His large paw clenched on her backside before relaxing again, and he let out a contented sigh. She closed her eyes, smiling. This new world wasn't so bad... and if the girls experienced what she was, then all the better. The people are good, kind, and sociable. Let them teach the girls their ways. They would be in this country, Jahaliya, for a long, long time, the way things looked. Let them enjoy themselves while they can, before they realize there's no return.

Her heart grew a bit heavy, but lightened quickly. Leave the old world behind. This was a new start. They had new gifts. They were treated like royalty.

She sighed, snuggling up close to the warm male, and slowly drifted off to sleep. Yes, it was for the best... the girls had been virtually abandoned at the school anyways... here, they were treasured, as they should be... let them leave the old world behind...

* * *

Breku and Nell disappeared after eating. Robin and the rest of them watched them walk off together down a hall where many couples retired. The novelty of the stage show still kept a few of them entranced, but not Robin. She was eager to explore the castle and, naturally, the men. Lydra was deep in conversation with John, stirring up a brief flash of jealousy that she quickly damped. Lydra was older, more mature, very beautiful, and obviously set to become John's tutor. She couldn't compare... though she still fondly remembered her time with John at the barn.

She stood up, stretching, and shook herself out. Natasha looked up at her enquiringly. "Where are you going?"

Robin shrugged. "I don't know... maybe I'll find some company."

Natasha grinned. More than the others, her shyness was rapidly fading as she came to understand this place and the people were not the same as their old home. "That sounds like a good idea!"

Robin smiled. "Let's go find some boys to play with!" She turned to Corsi, who was still taking the changes the hardest among them all. "Want to come, Corsi?"

"Huh? Oh... I... uh, I'm not sure," the otter responded lamely. "I mean, shouldn't we wait for Ms. Harrington to come back?"

"Nah... she and Horace are gone for the night. Did you see the way she looked at him?" Robin replied.

"I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head!" Natasha exclaimed.

They giggled, and Robin held out her hand. "C'mon, Corsi. What have you got to lose? There's handsome men everywhere eager to please. We're far away from the school, we've got no lights out, and Ms. Harrington isn't anywhere to be found."

"Yeah, cut loose a little, Corsi! Let's go have some fun!"

The otter smiled hesitantly and stood up slowly, taking Robin's hand. "Alright... but let's take it a little slow, alright?"

Robin grinned and the three went off toward the dance floor below the stage, where many couples were closely entwined. The three girls, beautiful as they were, attracted immediate attention from eager young men.

It was Ryoga himself, whoever, who broke through the crowd and approached them. He took Robin's hand and smiled as two others approached Natasha and Corsi.

"Natasha, Corsi, Robin... this is Keri," he said, motioning to a bulky otter, "and this is Arlon." Arlon, a slim, lithe tiger, smiled charmingly at Natasha and held out his hand.

"I'd love to have a dance with you, if you'll be so kind," the tiger said, smiling seductively. "Shall we?"

Natasha breathlessly went off with him. The cat's style was nearly overpowering and he was quickly holding the calico close, swaying back and forth with her as he expertly danced to the medium-tempo music the band played.

Corsi timidly went off with the large otter. He was a bit darker shade than her and far taller and broader. She soon forgot all about anything but him as she gazed up at him, enraptured. He was similarly smitten with her as his paws held her close while they danced around the floor. He wasn't nearly as good a dancer as the supple Arlon, but Keri managed to hold his own. Corsi couldn't care if he was the worst dancer in the world, not with the way his fingers pressed up against her backside and his thick sheath slid up against her front.

Robin and Ryoga watched them go. The prince turned to her, smiling. He was dark-furred, like Robin. When he'd first met her on the ship, he'd been impressed with her audacity and bravery. He resolved to get to know her better, and now seemed a good opportunity.

"How are you enjoying the feast so far?" he asked, leading her to the dance floor.

"It's incredible," she replied, slipping her arms around his back. The dance was almost a waltz and almost a two-step, with a complicated foot pattern, but Robin picked it up quickly.

Ryoga's paws slid suggestively down her muscular back as he smiled at her brightly, eyes twinkling. "I'm very glad you happened upon our ship. We would not have had so easy a time with those bandits without your timely help."

Robin smiled at him, pressing a bit closer as she felt his paws slip lower. "I'm glad we happened upon you too," she said. "Living out in the woods wasn't too much fun."

"Oh, I find the outdoors to be quite enjoyable," Ryoga said, looking her up and down, "when enjoyed in the proper company."

"You're a very smooth talker," Robin replied. Her fingers tightened on his backside, feeling his firm and toned frame.

"As a prince, it is my duty to always represent the regality and nobility of the Jahaliyan throne," he replied. His muzzle fell open into a half-smile. "And if it means I'm incorrigibly charming, what fault is that of mine?"

"You're incorrigible, all right," Robin said, laughing. "But I'm still debating your charm."

"Ah! A jest! At the prince's expense, no less!" Ryoga swiftly dipped her down low and gave her a quick kiss before bringing her back up. His strong arms circled her tightly as he leaned in close and inhaled her scent, eyes closing half-ways. "The lady doth wound me with her wit."

Robin gasped a bit, reeling not only from the swift dip but the unexpected kiss. She smiled, spirits lifted high, and leaned in close to meet the prince halfway. "Lighter is the wound foreseen," she quoted, smirking, "and I do believe you foresaw this a mile away."

"Guilty," Ryoga replied, "and with no regrets." He kissed her again, pulling her tightly to him.

Robin closed her eyes, arching back as she slid her arms up to grasp his shoulders. His paws squeezed her lower back, holding her tightly to him as his tongue pressed into her muzzle. The kiss was sensual, deep, passionate... when he finally broke it, she simply clung to him, dazed.

She looked up at him, eyes glazed. "Wow..."

Ryoga chuckled, nuzzling her chin. "Such eloquence..."

Robin shook her head and grinned. "I ain't Shakespeare, you know."

"I'm not familiar with 'Shakespeare,'" Ryoga replied, "though I doubt that person could hold a candle to you."

"Constant flattery," Robin said. "Keep it up." She grinned and leaned forward, kissing him lightly. "I'm not sure about the etiquette in this situation," she murmured, "but could we go somewhere more private?"

The prince nodded, squeezing her affectionately. "We can retire to my quarters," he said, holding out a hand. "Shall we?"

"Oh, we shall!"

She cast a glance over her shoulder at the dancers as she went out the door. Corsi was pinned up against the wall, kissing the larger otter heavily. She seemed to be aware of nothing else. Natasha was similarly engaged in the middle of the floor, though she and her partner were still making a pretense of dancing. She turned forward, smiling at Ryoga as they walked down the hall.

Although Robin wasn't very eloquent for the rest of the night, her moans of pleasure were music to Ryoga's ears.

* * *

The morning brought with it the scurrying of feet, muted voices, and the hustle and bustle of castle life.

Robin awoke in Ryoga's arms, deep within the prince's bed. Down filled, huge, luxurious... she felt she could stay there forever. But then Ryoga leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Wake up! Time for the de-briefing."

Robin blinked blearily and sat up, stretching out. "Huh?"

"De-briefing. My parents want to know what happened exactly, as I didn't get the opportunity to explain it all. They would also like to meet you in a more informal manner -- over breakfast. The others are being rounded up as we speak." He grinned and flicked her nose as he passed by, heading towards the washroom. "You're all fitting in very well around here, if the scuttlebutt is to be believed."

Robin flopped back onto the bed. "Oof... last night..."

"Was incredible. Romantic. Everything you could have hoped and nothing you could have imagined. Spare me," the prince said, winking at her.

"Hey, I put in a lot of work too, ya know!" Robin said, jumping out of bed and stalking off behind him to the bathroom. Ryoga just laughed, knowing his teasing worked. He held out his arm and hugged her closely, paws sliding over her luxurious thighs and sides as he pressed up against her tightly.

"Think we have time?" Robin asked breathlessly as he covered her neck in tiny nibbles. Her fingers splayed over his backside as his paws gripped her rump and lifted her up, setting her on the edge of the wide counter holding the sink.

"Plenty," he murmured. His thick erection was already hard and pressed between her legs quickly. She moaned as it slipped inside and shuddered, pulling his shoulders tightly as she hugged him eagerly.

He thrust forward quickly, moaning back at her as he sank himself deep inside. They kissed passionately as the prince pumped his hips in and out... their climax came quickly, mutually. Robin's claws dug deep into Ryoga's pelt as he came inside her, heating her whole body. She groaned heavily, muzzle opening wide as his tongue pressed to hers.

They stayed there for several minutes, just relaxing. Ryoga especially knew how little time they'd have for anything like this in the next few days as the castle adjusted to the homecoming of the prince and the new guests, so he was determined to make a good impression on this beautiful young lady. She'd made quite the impression on him.

Robin sighed, thinking to herself how lucky she was. Ryoga was kind, smart, and incredibly handsome. The perfect catch. She kissed him again, grinning, and let him help her off the countertop.

"Care for a hot bath?"

In other parts of the castle, the other girls were awaking to find themselves still in the company of the suitors they'd taken for the night. Arlon and Natasha were curled up on a pile of cushions in the central dining hall still, while Corsi and Keri were nearby in a similar situation. Max and Eleanor stumbled in from the hidden little cove where they'd hidden away for the night. Eleanor seemed a bit more spacey and out of it than normal and Max was positively glowing.

Castle servants guided them all to washrooms and showers where they freshened up, before being guided to a small breakfast room.

Sylvia and Horace arrived after Robin, Corsi, Eleanor, and Natasha already arrived. Nell arrived soon after with Jessica. Tina, Lydra and John were last to appear, but quickly began eating with the others.

All stood as Ryoga's parents entered, but the older couple motioned for them to sit. "Eat, eat! Don't mind us... we're as hungry as you are, and formality is too hard to pay attention to when good food is on the table," Malva said, grinning.

Gohrig and his wife sat down, across from Ryoga, and they all ate. For a while there was nothing but the clink of dishes. The unspoken agreement was to wait until the end of the meal before discussing business.

When at least Gohrig pushed away his plate and leaned back, patting his stomach, Ryoga spoke up.

"I'm sure you'd like to question us all on the specifics of what happened, so I think you'd do best to ask the questions, and we can try to answer them as best we can," he said, looking over at Sylvia. "I'm not as familiar with their earliest time in our country, nor how they arrived, so I believe starting there would be best."

Gohrig nodded, and turned to Sylvia. "How did you come to our land, Sylvia?"

"I guess... some kind of portal. We fell into a small stream when the bridge we were walking over broke. Those of us here were the ones who fell in. When we woke up, we were in a forest, near a river."

"You followed the river?"

"Once we found it, yes."

"What was this business of being accosted?"

"A gang attacked us, believing us to be easy prey," Sylvia explained. "Unfortunately for them, we have all gained some kind of natural affinity for combat, and we defeated them. It's very strange, looking at us now, but we were not like this before."

"How do you mean, dear?" Malva asked. "You were not able to fight?"

"No," Robin said, speaking up. "In fact, we weren't even like this..." She motioned to her impressive body. "I mean, when we arrived, after we woke up, we changed, all of us. It was pretty strange. And then when we were attacked, we just knew how to defend ourselves."

"Interesting," Gohrig said, stroking his chin. "I'm sure our court magician will want to speak to you all about that. He may know the cause of your, shall we say, transformation."

"You learned of the attack on Ryoga's ship from one of the bandits that attacked you?" Malva asked.

"Yes." It was Jessica speaking this time. "When we questioned him, we learned of the attack, and figured anybody fighting a group like that could use some help. We were also hoping to find shelter and information on where we were, since we still had no idea."

"And soon after we found the ship, beached and powerless, the bandits attacked," Nell said. "After the battle, we rode back with Ryoga and the crew to the capitol."

"And so here we are," Gohrig said. "What happens next? I assume you'd like to find a way back home..."

Uncomfortable glances were exchanged among the girls. Sylvia looked studiously ahead, fidgeting slightly until Horace slipped a paw over her knee, squeezing reassuringly.

"I don't think that's too much of an issue, sir," he said, smiling lightly. "I believe our guests should like to stay for a while, at least."

"Oh, good," Malva said, smiling. "It's been too long since we've had guests for any length of time."

"Excellent," Gohrig said. "You'll be welcome as long as you like, of course. Our way of expressing our gratitude for your help defending our son. But what would you like to do? We can offer training, schooling, anything you'd like."

"We could even offer you positions in the castle, if you'd want," Malva said. "My son has been putting this off, but this mess with the attack on the ship proves it. It's time for him to select a harem."

Sylvia gasped and most of the girls looked a little shocked. "Uh... harem?" Corsi squeaked.

"Yes... a troupe of trained bodyguards and occasional lovers to accompany Ryoga on his official business."

A collective sigh escaped their muzzles. "Oh... I see!" Jessica said, leaned back a little. "Where we come from, harems are much different."

"Think of them as a partnership," Ryoga said, smiling at Robin. "We provide equipment, training, the necessities, and you provide expertise in personal defense as well as more personal relationships." He raised a paw to hold off the simmering questions most of them had. "Don't worry. I've gathered enough of your culture to understand that is not exactly how things are done where you're from. In our country, harem-members are completely free to come and go as they please. The personal relationships are seen as perks, not as requirements." He smiled and rubbed Robin's backside reassuringly.

"I believe since you are new to our country, we can arrange some schooling to teach you our history and customs. It would be interesting to learn more of yours as well," Gohrig said. "Horace... you knew that this would be your last time with Ryoga as his mentor and trainer. I believe we have a whole new crop of eager learners who could benefit from your guidance, however, and thus I would like you to undertake the teaching of these young women -- and young man -- and educate them in our ways."

Horace nodded, squeezing Sylvia's knee again. "I believe Sylvia will be able to help immeasurably with that," he said. "She is their teacher and will help me, I'm sure, with their education." He smiled at Sylvia, winking, which made her blush.

"Very good!" Malva said, putting her hands together. "I'm very excited to see this coming together so nicely. We couldn't have asked for better luck in finding you all."

"Ryoga, you introduced Arlon and Keri to them?" Gohrig asked.

"To Natasha and Corsi, yes," the prince replied.

"And Jali, you've all met her?" Seeing their nods, he continued. "Breku, I suppose, will have to do, that scoundrel. Max, he's a nice lad, and who else was there? Oh yes... Brath and Vin. They'll like to get out of guard duty, I'm sure. And Tom, too, yes..."

The girls looked at each other, surprised the king knew who all the males were that kept them company the night before.

"I should explain," Gohrig said, noting their consternation. "Since you're new to our lands, I'll be appointing you each a companion to keep you company when you go out and about, to keep you out of trouble and prevent and difficulties. Liaisons, if you will."

Malva smiled. "We hope you'll be happy with them. You all seemed to get on well last night, so we figured it couldn't hurt to appoint them for the foreseeable future."

Ryoga nodded. "I'll be with Robin, here. Corsi, you'll be with Keri. Natasha, with Arlon. Nell, with Breku. Eleanor, with Max. Jessica, you'll be with Tom. Tina, the lucky girl, gets both Vin and Brath to keep her company." He grinned, winking at the large skunk. "And finally, John will be accompanied by Lydra, who will also help manage his tuition as far as his elemental powers."

Excited murmurs broke out around the table as the girls talked among themselves, excited to be able to spend more time with the handsome males they'd met in the previous days. Robin squeezed Ryoga's hand, smiling, while John glanced at Lydra, smiling nervously. He spent the previous night with the panther and was absolutely floored. The feline was an enigma. Her cool, impenetrable exterior masked a warm interior, as John discovered when they made love again last night. She was a wildcat in bed, but smooth and unflappable otherwise... John adored her, though, and was immensely pleased he would spend more time with her.

He'd had a thought or two of Robin... he'd enjoyed the few hours he'd had with her... but she looked happy with Ryoga to accompany her, and he knew she was not the kind to form quick attachments. Still, he'd try to talk to her alone sometime.

"I believe this is a good arrangement," Lydra said, speaking for the first time. "I've already arranged for John and I to meet with a tutor to start teaching him control of his abilities later today."

"And I have arranged for the master-at-arms to evaluate the fighting abilities of these lovely ladies," Ryoga said. "After hearing what they accomplished on the ship, he's quite excited to see what they can do in person."

"Good! It's settled then," Gohrig said, standing up. He extended his arms, grinning broadly, his booming voice echoing around the room.

"Welcome to Jahaliya!"

* * *

The same day, after their breakfast with the king and queen, the girls, Sylvia, and John went with Horace to meet Brohan, the master-at-arms. He was singularly impressed with all of their fighting skills. Even Sylvia was far above average, giving Horace a run for his money and flipping him onto his back once or twice. They easily outclassed the new recruits brought out to spar with them at first. Even the more experienced students were quickly humbled. Finally, Brohan, a lean, tough-looking cougar, sparred directly with Tina, using large, cushioned paddles.

After about five minutes, Tina ended up on her back with the paddle across her throat, having lost. But Brohan helped her up and grinned, breathing hard the whole while.

"Been too long since I've fought like that!" he said, clapping Tina across her shoulders. "You girls are some of the best I've seen. Your talent is very raw and obviously untrained, but it's there and very powerful. I was skeptical, but now I'm a believer. And I can see how you'd beat those bandits easily. It'll be a pleasure to train you."

"It's still a mystery how we gained these abilities," Jessica said, "but we're glad we have them, considering what happened."

"Yes, be glad! Many people would love to be as naturally good as you are at fighting skills," Brohan said, leaning on his paddle. "What kind of training schedule are you available for?"

"That's my department," Horace said. "I believe we should get them in every day, for at least two hours. Preferably in the afternoon, after their other classes, so that they can relax before last meal."

"Good, good. I don't have a class directly before last meal any more, so that will work out perfectly," Brohan said. "I'll look forward to seeing you, starting tomorrow!"

* * *

Their appointment with the librarian didn't go as smoothly.

"But why should we have to attend classes anymore?" Robin demanded of Sylvia. "It's not like we're at the school anymore."

"I know, I know," Sylvia replied. "But this is a whole new country. We need to learn about it so that we can fit in more easily. Also, it's very rude not to at least take an interest in your host's culture and background."

"Yeah, come on, Robin," Jessica said. "It'll be fun! I talked to Tom about it, and he said the history is full of epic battles and wizened wizards and mystical quests... it's like a fairy tale!"

"Yeah, maybe," Robin said, grumbling as they approached the library.

"Don't worry, Robin," Horace said, smiling. "When I was your age, I resented having to attend classes. But what you'll learn will be well worth the time spent, believe me."

He pushed open the door and led them into the building. It was huge -- simply enormous -- and stuffed with scrolls and leatherbound books of all sizes, on shelves that stretched two or, in some places, even three stories up. The walls were circular and a twisting staircase could be pushed around to reach all of the shelves. Another set of stairs ran along the inside wall, on the other side of the cases, so that book could be stored on both sides.

"Wow..." Eleanor said, staring.

"Incredible!" Jessica gasped. "There must be hundreds of thousands of books here! Think of it!" She stepped up to a case and peered at the covers. "Ms. Harrington! Horace! I can read this!"

"What?" Sylvia asked, rushing over.

"I can read this! It's in English!"

"Impossible... how could they be in English?" Sylvia pondered.

"English was the language of your home?" Horace asked.

"Yes... now that you mention it, it's strange we should even be able to speak the same language as you," Tina said, frowning. "It never occurred to me before."

"I believe the court wizard may be able to explain some of that," Horace said. "I told him what you told me, about how you came to be here, and he suspects it was a magic portal of some kind. And, as he is so fond of saying, with magic, anything is possible and nothing ever goes quite as it should."

"So when we came here, we automatically learned your language?" Jessica asked.

"That would definitely be one for the books," boomed a loud, friendly voice. They all turned to see an utterly ripped stallion standing in the doorway to an office off to the side of the main entrance. He was beautiful, with silky black fur and skin, an exceedingly well-groomed mane, tied up in the style of the samurai they'd seen in their school books, a dashing pose, and a slightly foreign-sounding accent.

"And who might my visitors be?" the stallion asked.

"Koji, these are the visitors I told you about earlier," Horace said.

He nodded his head, smiling, and strutted towards them, setting several of the girls' hearts a flutter at the site of the handsome male. "Ah, so these are the young ladies - and gentleman," he said, nodding to John, "that it will be my duty to educate! I hope you are all as excited about science, history, and other scholarly pursuits as I!"

"It'd be hard to find anyone as excited about this stuff as you, Koji," Horace said, shaking the stallion's hand. "But I'm certain this intelligent group will be an excellent class."

"He's the teacher?" Nell whispered to Natasha in shock. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all!"

"Wow..." Natasha said, sounding just as Eleanor did a few moments before.

"Do you have an hour or so each day you could fit them into your schedule," Horace asked.

"Let me check," Koji replied. He turned and stepped into his office, emerging moments later with a large ledger. "Hmmmm..." As he pored over his schedule, a few of the girls gasped - his heavy sheath, one of the biggest they'd seen so far, was rapidly growing and becoming quite erect.

"I believe a morning time would be good, just before second meal," he said, oblivious to the state of his erection, even as the large head bumped up against the cover of his book. He turned to Sylvia, smiling. "Will that work for you?"

Sylvia swallowed heavily and slid a paw over the base of her throat, blinking as she tried to avoid looking down at his huge cock. It bobbed up and down, back and forth, dripping a bit, as he looked at her, smiling pleasantly. "Uh... should be... just fine," she said.

"Great! I'll look forward to seeing you all here then. Starting tomorrow, yes?"

Horace nodded. "Yes, I'll have them here for you. We'll need to start off with basic history, I think, but after that, it's up to you and Sylvia here. She was their teacher before they arrived here and I think she should continue in that role here as well."

"Excellent! I will no doubt be in need of help in order to learn about all of you," Koji said enthusiastically, still unaware of the effect his erection was having on them. "I'd like to chronicle your tale for the official history, as is my duty. This will make it easier."

He turned and went back into the cluttered office. As he walked, his shaft swung side to side, jutting out past his hips by a good half foot, doing the same as he turned around and walked back into the foyer.

"Well, I must return to my duties. But I'll see you tomorrow!" he said, smiling.

"Good, good," Horace said. "Shall we go, ladies?"

"This isn't going to be so bad at all," Robin said, grinning hugely.

"Yeah," Jessica said. "Did you see how big some of those books were! Wow!"

Horace herded them towards the door, but Koji stuck his head out of his office and called out to them. "Horace! Sylvia! What else do you have planned for the day? Could you spare one of the girls to help me with a rather time-consuming project?"

He shuffled out, holding four simply enormous books in his arms. Each was easily fifty pounds or more, but he carried them easily, even with the awkwardness of their size.

"I have to cross-reference these books and the sooner I'm finished, the sooner it's out of the way," he sighed, shifting the pile to one arm. "It will take a while, and no doubt be fairly dull, but I could certainly use the help."

Horace turned to Sylvia. "There's nothing else for the day, except for some basic orientation. Would any of the girls be interested?"

Most of the girls could hardly keep their eyes off the stallion's massive semi-hard erection, they also knew the horse would be business-like enough to actually make them work through the massive volumes he carried - they recognized a strict tutor when they saw one.

Jessica, however, turned to Sylvia. "I wouldn't mind helping, Miss Harrington," she said. "I'd really like to see some of the books they have here."

Sylvia paused. Jessica was a bookworm, yes, but leaving her alone with that incredibly masculine male?

Horace, as if sensing her worries, put a gentle hand on her arm. The large bear smiled and leaned in, whispering softly so the girls wouldn't hear. "Don't worry, Sylvia. You'll have to let them get used to this type of thing eventually... it's just the way things are around here."

Sylvia sighed and nodded. She retained very protective feelings for her students, but if Horace thought it was alright...

"Okay, Jessica, you stay here and help Koji with his research project," she said. "The rest of you will be coming back to the castle. I believe your escorts are waiting. Jessica, would you like Tom to come up and keep you company?"

"If he'd like," the rabbit replied. "How long will we be, Koji?"

"As late as you'd like to stay. It's a lot of work, I'm afraid, but I'd very much like to finish it or it will never get done. I mean, as the only real librarian around these parts, I have far too much work to do by myself, so I'll take any help you can offer." He looked over to Horace. "I'll send for Tom later, if it's not too late, and have him escort Jessica back to the castle. Otherwise, I can take her myself."

"Sounds good," the bear replied, taking Sylvia's arm in his. "We'll see you tomorrow then!"

The class trooped off, following Sylvia and Horace, and Jessica followed Koji back to his office, where the stallion nodded towards a table full of scrolls and books. "If you clear that table off, I'll set these down and we can get to work."

He explained the job as Jessica moved the books over to another crowded table. It was fairly simple, just chronicling the contents of the books on small cards and inserting the appropriate chapters and titles into a filing system set up in a large cabinet in the main hall. From the main cabinet, any topic could be researched, and any appropriate content from any of the books could be found by topic.

Doing the note-taking turned out to be not boring at all, Jessica thought. The books Koji wanted filed were of the middle age of Jahaliya, a few hundred years back. The chapters were fairly dry in parts, detailing mundane aspects of court life, who the princes and princesses were, and all that royalty mumbo-jumbo, but there were exciting bits too, about the big battles with neighboring countries (now peaceful) and large warlike bands of nomads (now either integrated into Jahaliyan society or off in their own kingdoms, which split off the main of Jahaliya).

She and Koji went to it with gusto. Jessica admired his scholarly passion, and Koji appreciated her interest in history and her quick learning of the filing system and material.

They worked long into the night. Koji lit candles, keeping the room bright, as they went through the books page by page. After the first book was finished, Koji set her off on a book by herself, confident she knew the system. He checked on her now and then, leaning over her shoulder to point out an entry she missed or praising her for catching entries he himself forgot to file.

Whenever he did this, however, he would inadvertently slide his massive member against her side. The huge head of his shaft would press up against her thigh, or even lay across it like some giant rope. The stallion said nothing, however, and so she would blush and try to focus on the book at hand.

Eventually, Koji stood up and stretched. "I think that's enough for now," he said. "I believe it's far later than I originally intended to work, but it's so refreshing to have an assistant interested in what I'm doing!" He smiled at her and rested a hand on her head, stroking her ears lightly. "Too often they send me a few new recruits, fresh off the training field, who sullenly do a chapter or two before they find some excuse to run off to join their friends back at the barracks."

"I certainly don't mind," Jessica said, blushing a bit as his fingers teased her sensitive ears. "I mean, it's very interesting. And it's a very good thing you're doing -- people that come after you will really appreciate the work you've been doing."

"And your work too!" the stallion said. "If you're agreeable, I believe I'll ask Horace and Sylvia to allow you to assist me most nights. You're obviously willing to learn, and you'll learn much more working with me than in the regular classes. Sound like a fair trade? Help me in here, and skip the regular classes out there?"

Jessica grinned. "I'd love that! It would be amazing to be in here with all these books every day!"

Koji nodded. "I thought you'd enjoy that," he said, stepping away. He threw a few more logs onto the fireplace, watching as the flames jumped up.

Jessica blushed again. She was immensely turned on by the scholar. And the way he looked now, in the semi-darkness, with the flames illuminating his chiseled, perfect body...

Koji sat down in a large, plush chair. His thick member fell over his thigh, pulsing lightly. He smiled, nodding towards the other chair. "Have a seat. It's time we took a break. I'll walk you back to the castle in a bit."

Jessica nodded and sat down in the chair across from Koji. She had a hard time not staring at him. Now that she'd had her fill of the books, she was realizing how handsome the tall horse was. His fur shimmered as he took the string from his hair, letting the lengthy strands fall down around his shoulders, mingling with his mane.

"I do have to say it's a pleasure to have such a beautiful assistant as well," he said softly. "As much as I love my books and my library, it's not often I get to enjoy the company of one so lovely, and so it's for a selfish reason as well that I'm glad you accepted."

Jessica blushed even more furiously. She gazed down at her feet, wiggling her toes around nervously, not sure what to say. Koji, this handsome and smart male, thought she was beautiful? This was too good to be true!

"Of course," the stallion continued, "your whole class is amazing, but you... I find the scholar in you to make you as beautiful as Lady Gyvara."

"Lady Gyvara?" Jessica asked. "Who was she?"

"Ah, you must not have gotten to her in your book yet," Koji said. "She was a thing of legend... the most beautiful vixen to have ever walked the earth. She was rumored to have been kidnapped by six different kings, all jealous of the others for hoarding such a beauty."

"What happened to her?"

"She escaped a particularly vicious king, from far away, one who treated his people poorly and thought of her as just another jewel on his crown. She fled to the woods, where she befriended a group of peasants, homeless and penniless, driven there by the king's cruel reign."

"So she lived in the woods forever?"

"No," Koji said, his eyes glimmering. "She gave hope to the people and rallied them, forming a band of warriors who toppled the king and replaced him with a more kind and gentle ruler. Of course, it was much more complicated than that -- the story is full of intrigue and disguises, battles and diplomacy... it's an epic tale, but supposedly truthful."

"She was real though, right?"

"As the legend goes, she was one of the founders of Jahaliya," Koji said. "Her beauty was an inspiration and led to the formation of a land of good-willed people working together. Of course, she was realistic too. The cruel king taught her that some people were evil and petty, and so she taught the people not to settle for a lousy king and to appreciate the great ones."

As he was talking, Koji's flaccid member slowly grew, thickening up. He smiled at Jessica, oblivious as usual, as he continued.

"There is a statue of her, made by one of the finest artisans of the times, out in the courtyard of the castle. I'm not sure you've seen it yet, or if you remember. But she's one of the guiding lights of Jahaliya, and heavily revered." Koji's erection slowly crawled up his belly. "It's no small thing to compare you to her. Though you have great promise in you -- who knows? Perhaps one day, there will be a statue of you in the square as well."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Jessica mumbled, unsure whether she was more embarrassed at the sight of Koji's incredible cock reaching up past his ribs, or the effusive praise he was bestowing upon her. "I mean, if anyone deserves a statue, it's you! Look at what you're accomplishing here!"

"Ah, but I simply chronicle the events of this land," Koji said, standing up. His member swung out, huge and thick now. "I am but a lowly librarian, keeping the track of time lest others forget what we have accomplished, or the achievements of those before us."

Jessica stood up too, and moved next to Koji. That stallion was several feet taller than the rabbit, dwarfing her. But she felt no fear around him, only the strangest feeling of kinship -- that of a kindred spirit. She reached out and touched his hand lightly, jarring him from his reverie.

"Listen to me go on!" he said, tightening his fingers around hers. "I'll go on like that forever, if unchecked. Come, let's get you back to the castle. Your teacher must be quite worried by now."

Jessica's fingers slipped from his grasp and slowly crept up his arm. Standing on tiptoes, she just managed to put both hands around his neck as he leaned down to her. "We can wait a bit longer to leave," she murmured. Her eyes seemed to burn, though from the fireplace or some internal flame Koji couldn't tell. Her fingers pressed against his skin as she pulled him down and brushed her lips to his own. "I'd like to help you lose track of time for a while."

Koji started at the unexpected attention, but kissed her back, slipping his paws down to her lower back. His thick, surprisingly nimble fingers squeezed her as she pressed against him, pushing his enormous erection between her belly and his. He gasped as she broke the kiss and smiled at him, letting him stand back up so he didn't have to hunch.

"I believe you just managed to make time stand still," the stallion said, eyes alight. He sat back down in his chair slowly, drawing Jessica up with him. His strong arms curled around her as she nestled up to him, straddling the huge cock that lay across his belly.

Jessica moaned a bit as Koji's muzzle found her ears, nipping them lightly with large, blunt teeth. Her paws roamed his chest, feeling his perfect physique. She marveled as his body, as he marveled at hers. She was firm and strong, but so feminine and warm at the same time. Her strength surprised him, but he enjoyed it. He caught her mouth in another kiss as her body moved against his.

Her soft fur was like warm ice against his erection. The whole length thickened and pulsed beneath her as she pressed against him, her thighs rubbing against his heavy balls. With the head of the shaft pressed firmly between her very large, firm breasts, Koji moaned into the kiss, paws gripping her backside tightly.

"Gyvara," he whispered, stroking her ears and neck. She smiled, eyes closing as she kissed and licked his cheeks and neck. Her paws found his shaft and squeezed, eliciting another moan as she sat up to straddle his belly. His hands went to her breasts, large thumbs rubbing her sensitive teats, as she leaned over and kissed the head of his shaft.

This was all still new to her - Tom was her first time, the previous day - but she learned quickly what Koji enjoyed. And to his credit, the scholar was just as quick, easily able to return the favor, rubbing her teats with his thumbs.

She began to slide against him eagerly, moaning as the arm-thick ridge slid between her legs. The round tube pressed up against her lips as she arched her back, paws grabbing the slick shaft. Her fingers dug into the warm, rubbery flesh. Hard as he got, his cock was still semi-soft due to the sheer size.

He moaned, nearly whickering, and began to pump his hips. The thick head of his cock spurted several thick gouts of cum, soaking down her frontside and his.belly. Cum pooled on his chest as he pulled her tightly against him. He moaned as he gripped her buttocks, digging his fingers in as he thrust up and down. His heavy shaft spurted more thick seed as they kissed deeply.

Jessica pulled her hips up, hunching over acrobatically as she rubbed her wet pussy over Koji's erection. She moaned and suddenly came, burying her head into the crook of Koji's neck.

The stallion's fingers groped he moaned and whinnied, feeling the vibrations run through her body. He groaned again as he ground against her. Jessica's mouth found the head of his shaft, kissing and licking. He couldn't handle it any more and came, the feel of her wonderfully feminine but erotically strong body against his sending him over the edge.

Cum poured from his cockhead in thick ropes, splattering against his chest, smearing against her breasts. She hugged against him tightly, keeping still as he hugged her close. Their respective orgasms left them breathless and they lay together quietly, breathing together, curling up close as the fire died down.

* * *

Their classes continued, days turning to weeks, weeks to months. They learned and trained, honing their new skills. They learned more than they thought possible about all matters involving both martial and carnal arts. They learned history, etiquette, and several even picked up new languages. Classes were much more fun than in their old boarding school back in the other world - most of them rarely even though of their old school anymore. Settling down into their new lives wasn't as difficult as Ms. Harrington feared - the girls adapted well. Their companions ensured they did well and kept busy.

In fact, everything was going swimmingly. Ms. Harrington couldn't believe their luck in finding new places so quickly in such a different world. Being in a harem was strange, but it was really a misnomer, compared to what they used to be back in their world. As essentially bodyguards for Ryoga, they had little duties other than his protection and served as his escorts at various functions and, occasionally, in other more intimate functions.

The girls grew used to the common sexuality of the land. Some adjusted faster, some slower, but all came to accept what they couldn't help but see as peculiar. They weren't jumping into the sack of every male around, but they did experiment, and were encouraged to do so by Horace and, eventually, Sylvia.

Sylvia stroked Horace's arm as she lay next to him in their bed. It was late at night and she couldn't sleep. Despite the warmth of the bear beside her, she felt unnatural shivers running through her body.

Thinking the window was open, she stepped out of the bed - and nearly slipped on a thick coating of ice covering the whole floor. She urgently turned to Horace and shook the bear, trying to wake him.

He groaned sleepily and turned over further, huddling up and huffing. Exasperated, Sylvia grabbed his ear and pinched, pulling it hard.

He let out a whining roar and turned over, glaring. "What? I was sleeping better than I have in months..."

"Why is there ice?"

"Ice? It doesn't get cold enough here for ice," Horace mumbled, trying to turn back over.

"Pay attention, Horace, and wake up! Why is the floor caked in ice?"

Horace reached down with a heavy paw and felt the floorboards, gasping as he felt the ice sting his fingertips. "What the..."

Jessica burst into the room with Tom following close behind. "Ms. Harrington! Something's happening!"

She and Tom nearly did a little dance to kept their sensitive pawpads off the ice - they weren't used to the cold.

"I know - go back to your dorm and wrap up. We'll get you in a little while," Sylvia said.

The lioness was already up and moving around the room as Tom and Jessica left. She grabbed a pillowcase and shredded it neatly in half, then wrapped the strips around her paws. "C'mon, Horace - do the same and let's go see what's happening."

Horace nodded and followed suit. They went to the main chamber of the castle, the throne room, where already people were gathering. Ice hung from the walls and huge spikes of ice hung from chandeliers. Servants were stoking a large fire in the big fire-pit. That's where Robin, Ryoga, and his parents sat with blankets.

Within fifteen minutes, the rest of the class was gathered around the fire pit with their companions at their sides. Even Koji the librarian trotted in, holding a large book in his fingers.

"You majesties!" he said, slipping slightly on his hooves. "I may know the source of this unnatural weather."

Ryoga leaned forward. "You're always quick with the answers we seek, Koji - please, what is the cause of this freakish occurrence? We haven't had weather this cold ever, as far as I know."

Jessica smiled as she leaned against Tom, watching Koji. They'd spent many nights together in the library. She told Tom about Koji and how she felt about him and he encouraged her, knowing she had different needs to fulfill. He had several friends he spent time with while she visited the samurai stallion.

"I believe the source of this weather is supernatural, originating from far outside Jahaliya," Koji said. He set down a heavy tome in front of Gorihg and Malva. "This is a record of a faraway land that, three generations ago, went to war with Jahaliya. It was out last major conflict and a reason we still put such an emphasis on military training, even in this time of relative peace."

"Wait," Gorihg said. "I think I remember hearing stories about this when I was young."

"Yes," Koji said. "The stories abounded, but are more obscure now. The country is called Talonside. Apparently, it's ruled by a family of magic-users who pass the crown from sibling to sibling - although the information we have is fairly out of date, since nobody from Jahaliya has been there."

"Why not?" Sylvia asked.

"Talonside is a very inhospitable country, made the worse because the powerful magic-users controlling the country-side do not care for the land, if the information in this book is true," Koji replied, looking at the lioness. "They practice their art on their own people and land, growing their power through the suffering of their people."

"That's terrible!" Corsi said, frowning. "But how can they affect the weather here?"

"I can only speculate," Koji said. "But I believe Talonside's current ruler must control a device or machine that amplifies his power and allows him to target us from afar with his vicious magic. There were rumors, even as far as 200 years ago, that such a device could be built."

"So there's some hopped-up ice-mage trying to attack us?" Lydra growled. "What for? What have we done to them?"

"Well, history says that during the last war, we trounced them," Koji said. "We repelled their invasion and chased them all the way back to their original country. There's actually an entire country between us and them now - Roustolovich. Talonside used to control Roustolovich, but after Talonside attempted to invade Jahaliya, we pushed them all the way back to their home country and freed Roustolovich."

"So Talonside carries a grudge, eh?" Lydra asked angrily, tail twitching back and forth. "Maybe we ought to pay them a visit."

Koji nodded. "That may be the only way to verify whether it is Talonside attacking us. I believe we should also call upon the academy's top mages to try to determine the source of this weather," Koji said, turning back to the king and queen. "As I've said, this is only conjecture, but the most likely of possibilities, judging from the speed at which the ice overtook the castle. I know of no other possible enemy that could do this - the ocean is to the west, our allies are to the north and south. Roustovich is not an enemy at all - they're another ally - so I had to look farther."

"All right. That sounds reasonable," Gorhig said. "For now, let's all try to make do - we'll wait until the morning to hear what the mages come up with. I'll instruct my staff to stoke all the fireplaces." He stood up and stretched, then held his paw out to help up his wife. "Good night."

The assembled crowd replied, "Good night," and the king and queen went off.

Sylvia and Horace stood up as well. "That's a good idea. We'll be able to get extra blankets for now and hopefully this won't be too much of a problem. Let's get some sleep."

Ryoga and Robin went off to the prince's chambers while the rest of the girls chatted excitedly as they returned to their quarters or wandered off with their partners.

Sylvia, Horace, Lydra, and Koji remained behind with the king and queen.

"If it does turn out to be Talonside, I see no choice but to send an expedition," Gohrig said, sighing. "I hate to do it - the journey will be dangerous. But I must - we have to break this curse."

Horace nodded. "But we should start preparing for an invasion as well. Talonside's ruler will not be content with a mere ice spell."

Gohrig sighed even louder. "It's been peaceful for years. And now this..."

Malva laid a hand on her husband's arm. "Don't worry, Gohrig. We'll figure out a solution."

"If we send an expedition, we must send our very best," Koji said. "Sending anybody less would be a disaster - a suicide mission with no hope."

Sylvia looked at Horace, eyes widening. "No... not the girls..."

Horace wrapped his arms around Sylvia. "They're the best," he said, hugging her. "We have no choice - if it's Talonside, we have no choice."

"But..." Sylvia started.

"No, Sylvia - Horace is right," Gohrig said. "All the commanders tell me the same thing - you and your class are the best fighters we have. We must send some of you to Talonside. Some must stay here to help us with our defense."

Sylvia felt angry for a moment. They didn't belong here - they weren't from here! What did they owe these people?

But then she remembered Horace's strong arms around her and how the Jahaliyans welcomed them in, made them feel at home, treated them with kindness. They owed a great deal to the Jahaliyans.

She sighed and leaned her head on Horace's shoulders. "I know."

Lydra put a paw on Sylvia's shoulder. "I know how strongly you feel for your girls," she said. "You feel very protective of them, and you should. But without them we will not have any chance of success."

"Gohrig... let's not talk about this anymore tonight," Malva said. "We should sleep and wait until the morning."

"You're right, of course," Gohrig said. "Sylvia, please believe me I have no wish to put anybody in danger. But if we are to defeat this threat, we must use our best. Let's meet back here for breakfast and talk more. For now, we need to rest."

"I will be here as well," Koji said. "I'd like to hear what the mages have to say and, if they confirm it's Talonside, I wish to go on the expedition."

"You, Koji? But you're a scholar, not a fighter," Horace said.

"That doesn't mean I don't know how," Koji said, smiling. "I also want to go so as to collect information on our neighbors - it will be valuable knowledge for me as well as for the expedition."

"Fair enough," Gohrig said. "You can go - but for now, we rest. Tomorrow will be busy enough."

Horace and Sylvia returned to their quarters and lay together in the bed.

"How can I choose who to send?" she whispered. "Do I go? Or stay?"

Horace hugged her closely to his chest. "Sleep... tomorrow will be the time to decide, not now."

The next day was busy. Everywhere people ran, assigning tasks, preparing equipment, stoking fires. Clerks ran back and forth with lists, mages ran back and forth with books, and in the middle of it all stood Ryoga, Gohrig, Malva, Horace, Sylvia, Koji, Lydra, John, and the girls.

Gohrig told them what had to happen at breakfast. The mages confirmed Talonside was the source of the enchantment.

They were in the throne room now. The king and queen sat on their thrones. Ryoga sat on the top stair, Robin by his side. Everyone else sat nearby on steps and cushions. Despite the hustle and bustle around them, nobody spoke.

Finally Robin stood up. "I want to go."

Ryoga jumped up, alarmed. "No! You have to stay here," he said, holding her shoulders. "With me."

Robin shook her head. "No, Ryoga. I have to go. I can manage alright out there. I know I can."

"Then I'm going too," Ryoga said, sitting back down.

Gohrig and Malva now stood up. "What?" Gohrig exclaimed. "By no means!"

"I have to - I have to go with Robin," Ryoga said. "But I also have to go because you have to stay here, and we must have a representative of Jahaliya in the expedition."

Gohrig sat down heavily. Malva put a paw on his arm. "He's right," she said. "I don't like it, but he's right."

"I know," Gohrig replied. "I know..."

"I will be going," Koji said. "I believe Ryoga and Robin will be good additions. I suggest that Jessica, Tina, and John are assigned to the expedition as well."

"That means I will be going as well," Lydra said. "John is still learning to control his elemental powers."

"And I suppose that means Tom, Vin, Brath, and whoever else you girls are partnered with will be going as well," Gohrig said, frowning slightly.

"If they must go, it will be good for them to take people they are familiar with," Sylvia said.

"Corsi, Nell, Natasha, and Eleanor remain here then?" Horace asked.

"Yes. I believe their skills will be more valuable here," Koji said. "I also don't think our party should be too large, or we'll attract too much attention."

"That makes sense," Horace said.

"So that's it, then?" Corsi asked. "Half of us go, half of us stay?"

"Seems so," Robin said. She grinned. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm looking forward to this."

"Looking forward to it? Are you nuts?" Jessica asked.

"Aren't you guys looking forward to a little excitement?"

"A little excitement? This isn't a game, Robin," Sylvia said.

"I know, I know!" Robin said. "But I've been getting a little bored lately. Training, training, school, school... it's a good feeling to know we'll finally be doing something."

"You know, she's got a point," Natasha said. The calico grinned. "It is pretty exciting."

"C'mon, let's go make sure our equipment is ready!" Nell said, standing up. "I've gotta sharpen my sword."

"If I'm going to be traveling, I'm definitely going to need a few more things - extra daggers, a new set of leather to hold 'em," Tina said. "Vin and Brath are going to freak out."

Chatter broke out as Sylvia watched. Gohrig's frown was replaced with a small smile. Maybe, he thought, things would be alright after all - the optimism of youth was contagious.

Preparations continued quickly. It was decided the expedition would leave the next morning in an airship. The party would be composed of Ryoga, Robin, Jessica, Tina, John, Lydra, Koji, Vin, Brath, and Tom.

Sylvia, Horace, Corsi, Ken, Eleanor, Nell, Natasha, Breku, Max, and Arlon would stay behind to defend Jahaliya from the inevitable invasion.

"We have some last-minute changes," Ryoga said, addressing a packed room. A large fire burned in a fireplace at one end, casting a good amount of light and heat over the chilled participants in the hastily arranged meeting. "Our scouts have detected a huge army approaching from the north. A large group is no longer safe, so we'll only send a smaller force."

"Who's going?" Robin asked. She was sitting with Jessica at the table, along with John and the rest of their classmates.

"John, Lydra, Robin, and I," Ryoga said, nodding to each in turn. "A smaller force can move more quickly and undetected. John and Lydra are necessary for their magic. Robin and I are able fighters."

The king stood up and cleared his throat, leaning on the large wooden table around which they all sat. "You'll leave immediately. The army that marches upon us is maybe a month away. The rest of you will be critical to our defense preparations."

Robin barely had time to say her goodbyes to her friends before the four of them were rushed out the front gate, their hastily packed traveling articles waiting for them as soon as they were dismissed from the meeting, which continued without them. All around them, the citizens of Jahaliya were preparing for war, an unusual task in the normally peaceful land.

Robin shivered at the chilly air and pulled her cloak more tightly around her shoulders. They'd been given basic provisions: a cloak, walking sticks, swords, crossbows, bows and arrows, and dried food. Cloaks would double as beds and blankets, though fortunately they could count on each other for warmth as well.

Ryoga led the way on the long walk north. Robin couldn't help but sneak peeks under his cloak - the wolf wore his regular ensemble of crisscrossing leather straps across his chest, which she thought perfectly complemented his excellent physique.

"See that tree line, way in the distance?" Lydra said, pointing. "That's the border, up the side of the mountains. Once we pass them, we'll be in the Northlands."

Robin's breath froze and misted in the chill morning air. "That's a long ways to go," she said, hefting her pack more firmly over her shoulder.

"We'll make good time, though - fortunately, there's been no snowfall yet," Ryoga said. "But see those clouds approaching? Once we're under them, we'll have to deal with snow. We have to make sure we travel as quickly as we can in order to make up the time we're sure to lose."

The band followed the wolf's advice and stepped up the pace to a quick march.

Three days quickly passed without any sign of the invading army, when, at the crest of a hill, John nearly yanked Lydra off her feet and shushed the others before peeking back over the top. Robin and Ryoga, at the bottom of the hill, pulled out their weapons and waited expectantly.

Lydra wriggled up next to John at the top, followed by Robin and Ryoga. They watched in perfect, terrified silence at the scene before them. A scouting a party in a small clearing, armed to the teeth and obviously from the Northlands, were kicking some dirt over a small campfire and stowing their gear. Fearsome black dragons, each about fifteen feet high and covered with silver and black armor, waited expectantly behind them. All the riders wore black leather armor, fully clothing themselves, except one. Obviously important and obviously female, only the slits of her eyes could be seen beneath a tall, feathered helmet made of some kind of white metal. Her armor was entirely white, crystal, almost, and adorned with deep red feathers and tiny skulls. Not skin or fur escaped the tightly bound armor, which clung to the rider's form.

The Jahaliyans had escaped notice so far.

"My Lady, please! We must report back to the queen!" one of the riders called out.

The rider in white raised a hand. John's ears went back as the rider appeared to stare directly at him for a long moment. His breath caught in his throat, but the rider looked away.

"Return to my mother," she commanded the others. "I'll be along shortly. My mount has broken a strap."

"My Lady, we cannot leave you..."

Even with the helmet on, John could see the withering stare of the rider penetrating the scout. He hung his head. "Yes, My Lady."

The riders mounted their dragons and lifted off the ground, hovering momentarily and kicking up a heavy cloud of dust, before heading north. They quickly disappeared into the low-lying clouds.

John's eyes widened as the rider dismounted and leaned in against her mount's side, appearing to fix one of the straps holding her saddle onto the beast's backside.

"They're out of earshot by now, but one will remain to watch," the rider said. "Remain hidden and don't approach me."

"What... who are you?" John called out softly, as the rest focused their eyes on the sky.

"I could be your friend," the rider said, standing back up. "We'll see soon enough. Meet me tonight a mile from here, in a group of trees by the riverbank, under the tallest oak there. If I'm not there before midnight... run."

With that, the rider jumped back onto her dragon and flew off in a flurry of dust and twigs.

John turned around and leaned back against the side of the hill, breathing hard. "That was close," he said, looking over at Lydra. The panther smiled and rubbed his chest approvingly.

"You did a good job," Ryoga said, leaning his head back against the ground. "I wonder who that was..."

"Should we go to the meeting place?" John asked. "I don't like it. Sounds like a trap."

"But why go to the trouble to trap us? Those scouts meant business," Lydra said. "If they wanted to capture us, they could have easily kept us pinned by those dragons while they sent for reinforcements."

"True," Robin said, chiming in. "Plus, I liked the sound of her voice."

"I'm not sure we should base our tactical decisions on the sounds of an unknown person's voice," Ryoga said, grinning at Robin, "but yes, she did seem trustworthy. We'll go meet her then, tonight?"

Nodding faces greet Ryoga's question. "Good. We should probably wait for a few more minutes before leaving our hiding spot here," the wolf said, sliding his arm under Robin's back and pulling her close to his side. "We'll rest for a few minutes before continuing." He nuzzled at her neck, making her giggle and push him away.

It was dark when they finally reached the woods and made their way to the meeting spot. The trees were covered with snow and their leaves were starting to shed, making the tallest easy to find. There was a full moon, which made watching for their mystery guest easier. They remained careful, however, because as Lydra pointed out, a full moon made them easier to spot as well.

They'd settled down and were eating jerky and other dried food as they waited when a twig snapped nearby. John and Ryoga were instantly on their feet, heading to investigate, but they didn't get more than a few feet before the mystery rider appeared. She was a feline, pure white in color, regal in bearing, but at the moment dirty, disheveled, and obviously worried.

"Shhhh!" she hissed at them, and motioned for them to stay low. Dropping to her belly, she turned her head to look at the sky through the thinning leaves.

The rest followed suit. Robin drew in a sharp gasp as the unmistakable outline of a dragon flitted across the moon.

"They're trying to follow me - my escape didn't go quite to plan," the rider said quietly.

The others examined her closely now. No longer in armor, but in layers of cloaks, tunics, and other clothing, as well as a pair of riding boots, she didn't seem as intimidating as when she wore her full plate armor. She looked young and strong, but scared. Her eyes were pale blue, like ice, and her fur was long and thick. Robin thought she looked like a Persian, but it was hard to tell beneath all the fine clothing.

She was looking at them too, curious at their attire. Her eyes drifted downwards several times at the males when their cloaks opened in the wind, revealing their lack of additional clothing.

"We have to move - deeper into the woods," she said, jerking her head towards the bushes, embarrassed she'd been looking. She turned her head away so they wouldn't see her deep blush. "If they find us, we're all dead."

The group silently repacked their food and hoisted their packs before slowly following the white-furred figure ahead of them, only the back of her head and tail visible beneath the layers of brown and black clothes.

The Persian led them much deeper into the woods, heading north and away from the riverbanks. It was almost half an hour later when she finally stopped and turned to them.

"We should be safe here for now," she said, looking up at the canopy above, which was much thicker than the fringes of the woods. "I expect you'll have many questions for me, and I'll try to answer them all. But first, I must know if you are from Jahaliya. Though from your clothing, I don't think there's much doubt."

Ryoga set his pack down before answering. "Yes, we are. I'm Prince Ryoga, and these are my companions: Lydra, John, and Robin." He motioned to each in turn before returning his gaze to the feline. "Who are you, and why would you want to help us?"

"I'm Kalilek the Noble," the feline said, standing up a bit straighter, "First daughter of Alemeeka the Sorceress, Queen of the Northlands."

Ryoga looked shocked. "You... you're the Ice Queen's daughter?"

"Yes... but please, I'm not like my mother," the feline said, eyes wide. "I have seen her cruel reign continue for too long. All she can think about is power and domination. I've never been to Jahaliya, but I've read some of the forbidden stories. I can't bear to think of such a place under the thumb of my mother's empire."

"So you're willing to help us stop her?" John asked. "Even go against your own mother?"

"She's cruel even to me," Kalilek said. "The 'Ice Queen' is a fitting moniker for her. We share no love between us and were it not for my position as heir, I'm sure I would have been exiled - or worse - long ago."

"Why are you all the way out here, then?" Lydra asked, eyes narrowing. She didn't trust this person yet.

"My mother and I share one thing in common: we both prefer it when I'm out of the castle," Kalilek said. "I go on patrols as often as I can with the hope of finding resistance to my mother."

"How can you help us, Kalilek?" Robin asked.

"Please, call me Kali," the feline said, smiling apprehensively. "I am tired of formalities. I can help you by guiding you to the palace, where you can help me face my mother and depose her from her throne. There are others, powerful people, who I know will support me when I take the throne, but I cannot act alone. Having new allies will strengthen our claim."

Ryoga sat down and pulled out his pack. He offered some jerky to Kali, who took it gratefully. Robin sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"It sounds like we've found the help we need," John said, glancing at Lydra. "I'm assuming you know where troops are, where the patrols go, even the paths we'll need to take to get to the castle?"

"Yes, I do, and more - I am powerful in the same magic as my mother and I can fight."

Ryoga smiled up at her as he put his arm around Robin's back and used his cloak to shield her from the chill wind. "Well, then, Kali, as a Prince of Jahaliya, may I be the first to welcome you to our group of adventurers!"

John and the others crowded around Kali, smiling and laughing as they introduced themselves more thoroughly. They all felt a sense of relief that they'd found a powerful new ally. They talked late into the night about the resistance they'd soon face. Kali asked questions too, and Robin found herself telling the Persian about how she and John came to be in Jahaliya.

The morning sun was starting to rise by the time they finished talking.

"It would be best to travel at night from here on," Kali said. "After my botched escape, they'll be on higher guard for a while. I've disappeared before, so they won't think it too unusual, but my mother likes to keep a tight rein on me. She doesn't have much trust for me and rightly so."

"Understandable. I think we all ought to get some rest now, and we'll start moving again once the sun lowers some," Ryoga said. The she-wolf was already asleep against his shoulder.

Kali smiled at him, but then frowned slightly. "Ryoga... I want to ask you something. Are the stories about Jahaliya true?"

Ryoga raised an eyebrow. "Which stories?"

"Well... that you don't wear clothes. And you... pleasure... each other. Even in public!"

"Well... yes, I suppose those stories are true," Ryoga said, smiling. "Although we do wear clothing - harnesses to carry weapons or tools, or cloaks like these to keep warm. I would say 'clothed' is a relative term. Why do you ask?"

"Well, the Northlands... my mother is very oppressive, as were the previous rulers. We don't engage in those kinds of... activities. At all, except for reproduction."

"So you..."

"Yes," Kali said, looking down at the ground. "I'm curious, yes, but I'm not interested only for selfish reasons. My people aren't happy. I think Jahaliyan influences would be good for them."

"It sounds like we're on opposite ends of a spectrum," Ryoga said, grinning at her. "But we probably have more in common than it appears now. And I think we could learn from your people as well - we're a fairly quiet and content lot in Jahaliya, never prepared for war. Imagine: the four of us are the ones best able to confront an entire army!"

"You're probably right," Kali said, leaning back against a tree trunk. She pulled her hood up, over her ears, so only the tip of her pink nose was visible. "We'd best get some sleep."

Nearby, John and Lydra lay together, quietly talking.

"You trust her, right?" John asked. He was on his back, with Lydra snugly pressed against his side.

"I think so. At first, I didn't think it possible one of the Northlands could rebel against their people like that," Lydra said. Her paw rested on John's chest, slowly teasing his fur. "But she's nice. Sincere. I think she wants what's best for her people, like us."

"Anything to end this unnatural winter, at least!" John said.

"Oh, I don't know," Lydra purred, eyes narrowing as she looked at John. "Gives us more reasons to be close and practice your magic."

John was about to reply when he felt Lydra's fingers circle his sheath, already plump and full just from her closeness. "Mmm... ah, do you think now is a good time? I mean... oooh..."

The panther grinned as she nuzzled the mouse's ears, licking them with her rough tongue. Her paw slid over his sheath slowly, teasing it to arousal. "It's always a good time with you," she purred, twining her feet around his. "Besides, it's cold out... we could do with a little warmth. We're staying up for the first night watch anyways..."

Though Ryoga and Robin were fast asleep, Kali slept fitfully and woke at the slightest noise. Peering out from under her hood, she gasped at what she saw. No more than a dozen feet from her, the mouse and panther were busily engaged in activities not designed, in her mind, to further the goals of procreation. She shivered, watching as flames spread over the two intertwined bodies, and shifted her legs a little. She'd felt the strange feelings of this before, and accurately identified them as lust or desire, but to actually see two people having sex!

She watched until the very end, trying to remain completely motionless, so they wouldn't know she'd been spying. Kali bit her lower lip, her breath coming faster. She hadn't moved a single bit, but still her thighs felt raw and her groin craved some kind of attention. Completely unschooled in sexual relations, however, the feline could do nothing but fall asleep fitfully, unable to satisfy her desires. She did, however, learn a few new tricks from watching the skilled panther play with the handsome mouse.

Evening fell when Lydra, John, and Kali woke up to a small fire and dinner, prepared by Robin and Ryoga, who took the second watch during the day. Kali felt tired, more than usual. Adrenaline and fear kept her going the past few days and nights, but she was beginning to feel the effects of losing so much sleep. Not helping was the activities of the previous day, which had left lingering feelings of desire. She glanced away bashfully as John and Lydra sat around the small fire, feeling herself blush.

"So... Kali, how shall we continue?" Ryoga asked, handing her a dish of warm bread and meat. "Straight on? Or are there certain paths we can take to approach the Northlands?"

"I have friends in the Royal Navy," Kali said between bites. "They'll be able to transport us along the river, in secret, as well as provide us with disguises."

Robin raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ryoga. "Disguises?"

"Well, clothing more appropriate in the Northlands. Nobody will recognize you in a soldier's uniform, obviously," Kali said. She brushed her hands over her long white fur, now a bit matted and unkempt. "I'll have to cut most of this off to avoid too many stares - long hair is forbidden in the Northlands for non-royals."

Ryoga stood and carefully smothered the small fire in dirt. "We had best start then. We don't have much time."

The party gathered their belongings and began hiking north, with Kali leading the way. Travelling at night wore on all of them, especially so Kali, who eventually resorted to having Ryoga trim her fur with his dagger.

"I will never understand how Persian felines managed to battle to the top of the Northlands' hierarchy," she complained, as long white fur fell to the ground. "It's a nuisance the moment we step out of doors."

"But it does look very pretty," John said, smiling at her. He liked Kali - she was friendly, smart, and incredibly helpful.

Kali looked away, blushing again. John blinked and shrugged, then turned to help Lydra sharpen her weapons.

"She is interested in you," Lydra murmured so the feline couldn't hear.

John shook his head. "No, she's just not used to being around people like us is all."

"Exactly. Remember when you arrived, how you felt?" Lydra asked. "She is like that. She needs someone to show her... how to be with someone. She has no way to act on her feelings. Could cause us trouble later on."

"You want me to... sleep with her?" John asked, eyes widening.

"Yes," the panther replied, grinning widely. "Good for you, good for her, good for our mission."

"But... I mean... you and me... we..."

"We are good together," Lydra said, resting her paw on his. "But remember, I am Jahaliyan. I have no problem with you sharing with her what we share together. In fact," the panther continued, glancing at the white feline, "I would be willing to join in."

John's mouth dropped open. "Uh..."

Lydra laughed and sheathed her dagger and sword. "Come, John, let's help our new friend shed her excess fur." She leaned in closer and nuzzled his neck. "Think on this, and maybe soon we will introduce our new friend to how Jahaliyans enjoy themselves."

The panther's tail slid against the mouse's leg as she walked towards Ryoga and the others, leaving John blushing nearly as much as Kali had.

A few days passed. They were deep inside enemy territory now, regularly dodging enemy patrols, when they finally came upon the riverbank. There was a boat waiting for them. Kali heaved a sigh of relief as she saw familiar people waiting on the deck.

The boat ride would take another week, making it almost three weeks since they left Jahaliya. In just a short while, they would run out of time to stop the Ice Queen and her army.

John found himself in his cabin, late at night, lying awake as he waited for Lydra to join him. He shifted and turned in the bed, wondering where she was, when there was a timid knock at the door.

John left the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. He opened the door slowly. Kali stood there, looking at the ground. Her clothes were disheveled, though her fur was more closely cut and less chopped than before.

"John... I..."

John was about to speak when Lydra stepped out of the shadows, behind Kali, and gently pushed her into the room, into John's arms. The panther grinned at John widely as she shut the door. The mouse could hear her padding away down the hall, while he was left holding Kali awkwardly.

John shook his head, remembering Lydia's words. He tipped Kali's chin up, so he could look at her. She was about to speak, but he cut her off with a kiss.

The feline went stock still, muscles clenching as he rested his paws on her shoulders. The kiss lasted a good while, and by the end Kali had relaxed and pushed back against him. He felt her soft arms wrap around his neck as he slid his own arms around her lower back. He picked her up lightly and brought the dazed feline to the bed, where he laid down next to her.

"John... I've never... done this," she said. "I... I don't know how..."

Again, John broke in with a kiss and a smile. "Just follow my lead," he said, sliding his paw down her front, placing his palm flat against her semi-exposed belly. "It's still fairly new to me as well."

Kali grinned at him happily as she pulled him close for another kiss. When she felt John's erection pressing against her thigh, she reached down eagerly and gripped it through his shorts. The mouse stiffened, letting out a moan, and pulled her in closer.

John teased her then, using all the tricks he'd picked up during his time in Jahaliya. Kisses, nibbles, bits, stroking, until Kali was reduced to a simmering, naked mess of pure white fur. She moaned and pressed against him, gasping for more as his tongue left her ear tips once more.

John pushed the feline onto her back, got between her legs, and pushed himself in. He watched her gasp as she felt him enter, cry out as he pushed through her virginity, then moan with delight as pushed back eagerly just a short while later.

Kali's claws dug into his shoulders as he started to thrust, head down on her upper chest. His breath came raggedly as he clutched at her, eager to please and desperate to have her close to him, if only for a night.

Kali's arms squeezed him tightly, holding him close, as she felt new sensations she never could have suspected resided in her body. Arching her body up against the strong mouse's, she shuddered and let out a cry as she experienced her first orgasm.

It wasn't long before the second followed, the same time John reached his peak. They collapsed against each other, spent and exhausted. Kali fell asleep first, a smile on her lips, as John lay next to her, hugging her close.

A short while later, the door opened. Lydra peeked in, smiling at the two sleeping figures. Nodding, she pulled back and closed the door, letting them sleep on 'til morning.

* * *

"There it is!" Kali shouted, pointing. "The castle!"

The castle was huge, dark, foreboding. The small city surrounding it even more so. It was sparse and devoid of life or humor. Fortunately, they only had to look at the city as they passed through it, unable to take their eyes off the desolation and poverty of the place.

Disguised as they were in official uniforms, they would have no problem getting through to the castle straight from the boat - the river went underneath the castle after passing through several gates, emerging in the lower levels between the dungeons below and the kitchen areas above. None of the guards even glanced at them as they strode up the stairs to the main floor of the castle.

"Just look like you belong here," Kali had told them. "If you act as though you know what you're doing, they won't even glance at you." So far, the advice had worked perfectly.

"Strange decorations for an ice queen," Robin mused, glancing down the sides of the hall. From the door, they could see the floor suddenly disappear on the sides, leaving nothing but a dark opening. At the far end of the hallway was the door to the throne room, where Kali told them the queen would be.

"Look, something moves!" Lydra said, pointing. Vague shapes pushed and throbbed in the inky darkness.

"It's for prisoners," Kali whispered, "a strange plant my mother had brought from a place far, far away. She enhanced it with her magic. It's... it's a sex plant, I suppose. We have no knowledge of pleasure in the Northlands. When someone is put into the pit, the plant... it pleasures them to death. Maybe not Jahaliyans, who are knowledgeable about sex, but for someone who has never felt anything before..."

Kali blushed, remembering the time she'd spent with John. And Lydra, who joined them on the second night.

Ryoga nodded grimly. "We'll give it a wide berth. Quickly, let's get to the throne room, where we..."

Ryoga was interrupted when the huge doors at the end of the hall suddenly flung open. Smoke poured out of the room as a wind began to blow, a chilling, ice-cold maelstrom that encircled the group. John immediately went to work and created a shield of fire in front of them.

Over the crackling of the fire and whistling of the wind, Kali called out to her mother.

"Surrender, Mother! The council will not back you once I make my challenge formal. We can end this without bloodshed!" Kali shouted, leaning forward into the icy wind that swept over her and the rest of the group.

All they heard in response was a maniacal laugh.

"John, move forward! We have to get closer!" Kali shouted. She began mumbling beneath her breath, hoping to create some force against her mother's magic, but all she knew was the magic her mother had taught her.

Deep orange suddenly illuminated the walls, creating thick clouds of steam that clung to their fur and cloaks. John was suddenly in front of her, steadily advancing on Alemeeka the Ice Queen, his entire body alight with a supernatural flame. With his hands raised in front of him, John pushed forward, deflecting the blast of ice and sleet, melting most of it, turning the rest.

The howling of the wind grew in strength as the two elements fought and conflicted. Stones in the wall cracked and crumbled as the entire palace shook with the ferocity of the elemental battle waged between the two.

Robin and Lydra rushed backwards, swords drawn, as a swarm of guards rushed at them from back down the hallway. Glancing over his shoulder, Lydra shouted at Ryoga and John.

"Go! Take care of her - we'll hold them off!"

He and Robin stopped at the end of the walkway, a natural chokepoint. The guards rushed at them, but despite their large numbers, could only approach in groups of twos and threes. The two dispatched them easily, throwing taunts at each other as they did - keeping score, only the way lovers can.

Kali and Ryoga couched behind John. They could hear him breathing, struggling to continue. But Kali knew her mother and could sense the Ice Queen's magic faltering. They were close now, only a dozen or so steps from the ruler of the Northlands.

"Stop, Mother!" Kali shouted again. "Surrender!"

Again, nothing but laughter from the mad queen.

Knowing John needed a boost, and knowing how the mouse's magics worked, he slid his arms around him. John's body tensed with surprise as the wolf's paw gripped the side of his head and turned John's muzzle sideways. Ryoga kissed him, hard, pushing his tongue into the shocked mouse's mouth.

John's pillar of fire faltered for a moment, but only just, before swelling in strength, blasting forth with renewed intensity. John's fingers splayed, fire emanating from every tip, as Ryoga pushed his hips forward, grinding his sheath into John's rump. The wolf didn't break the kiss as he slid a paw around between John's legs, squeezing at his sheath. The mouse moaned heavily as the fire burst forth.

Kali, meanwhile, looked on, shocked, no longer trying any magics, useless as they were. She was captivated by the sight of the strong wolf and the sorcerous mouse - she felt herself growing aroused watching them. Were it not for the dire situation they found themselves in, she may have blushed.

Kali's eyes grew even wider when Ryoga suddenly pulled his paws down John's sides. A simple thrust was all it took, and the wolf was inside the mouse.

John's mouth opened in a shocked "O" and the flames bursting from his fingertips suddenly doubled in size and heat. The sexual congress was the final push he needed as his body fed off Ryoga's sexual energy.

Both wolf and mouse were overcome by their individual orgasms as the magic flooded their bodies. Flames ran down John's arms and over Ryoga, covering them in thin blue heat, making them shimmer. As the blast of fire from John's hands overwhelmed the Ice Queen, he came, hips thrusting forwards and backwards as the wolf took him.

But John couldn't stop the fire and it curled past the Ice Queen, vaporizing her in an instant. The pillar shot forward, into the throne room, creating a heat-storm that melted the gold from the throne.

The force of the heat coming from John and Ryoga made Kali step backwards in shock - and fall right into the pit below.

John stopped, having seen Kali fall from the corner of his eye. As the flames surrounding his and Ryoga's body slowly died down, he breathed hard, his smaller frame shaking. There was nothing left of the queen - just a small pile of ash at the entrance to her throne room. As suddenly as the confrontation had begun, it was all over.

John tried to call out to Kali, but couldn't - Ryoga was trying to disengage his canine knot from his bottom, making him let out a thin squeak instead.

Lydra, having seen the Ice Queen fall, left Robin to deal with the suddenly leaderless, confused guards, who milled about the end of the walkway uncertainly. Besides the defeat of their queen, they were very wary of the pissed off wolfess brandishing a pair of wicked-looking swords at them, stained with the blood of their former comrades. Surrounded by the bodies of guards less fortunate, she was not a creature they wanted to get any closer to at the moment.

Lydra rushed to the edge of the pit where Kali had fallen and leaned over, calling out to her.

"I... I... I'm HHHHEEEEEERRRRREEEEEE!"

This exclamation was followed by additional shrieks of pleasure as the black shadows writhed quickly and rapidly below. There was no visual sign of the feline, only the sounds of carnality.

Ryoga finally freed himself from John and grinned as the mouse turned around, still dazed from the experience.

"Hope you don't mind," the wolf said, grinning widely. "Only, it was the only thing I could think of..."

John blushed and turned away, rethinking his position on bisexuality, as Ryoga joined Lydra at the edge, trying in vain to spot Kali.

Realizing the predicament the new queen of the Northlands was in, John scooted over to the edge and extending his paw, covered in flame, to illuminate the darkness.

His mouth dropped open in shock at what he saw, though Lydra only smiled and laughed.

"I thought as much," she said, purring loudly. John and Ryoga looked at her, wondering what she meant.

"Thought what?" Ryoga asked.

"It's a plant native to my homelands... harmless, really, though this one is larger than any I've seen before." She nodded towards the white-furred feline currently entangled in the plant's tentacles. "It's the bargage liore... the lust plant."

"I... I think it likes me!" Kali groaned, legs squeezing tightly around several tentacles snaking between her legs. Each was capped with a thick, penis-like head. Several dozen wrapped around the feline's body, squeezing her belly, breasts, arms, and legs. At least one was working its way between her legs while several rubbed along her muzzle, looking for more entrances.

The tips of the greenish-gray tentacles leaked a thick white fluid, which was already soaking into Kali's lush fur as she moaned again, legs spreading as her back curved orgasmically, giving Lydra and John a very clear view of exactly what the plant was doing to stimulate the white-furred feline.

"I'm sure it does," Lydra said, laughing loudly as she sat down on the floor, legs dangling over the hapless, newly ascendant Queen of the Northlands. "It will free you soon, don't worry. In the meantime, Queen Kali, is there anything we can be doing for you?"

"I... ohhhh... I... I don't knooooooow..."

"In that case..."

Lydra glanced at John and winked before slipping off the ledge, falling into a waiting mass of tentacles next to Kali.

John just stared, awestruck at the sight, as Ryoga and Robin came to stand next to him, peering down into the pit.

"Just when you think you know someone, eh, John?" Ryoga asked, nudging him in the ribs playfully. "I knew Lydra was from a foreign land, but still..."

"Say, do you think those would be popular in Jahaliya?" Robin asked. She and Ryoga diplomatically avoided looking at John, whose blush was obvious beneath the fur on his cheeks as he stared down into the pit, eyes wide at what was happening. Even more obvious was his erection.

At the other end of the hall, the palace guards milled around uncertainly, the spirit to fight gone, leaving only confusion. Ryoga turned his head towards them and barked out several orders, which they gladly obeyed. Meetings were arranged, military expansions were halted, and ministers summoned, all while Lydra and Kali enjoyed themselves fully in the grips of the bargage liore.

It was only a few hours later after Kali had sufficiently recovered that she greeted the group of Jahaliyans in the throne room, surrounded by a constant babble of noise and arguments as ministers and advisors jockeyed around her for position and support.

"Oh! I'm glad to see you all... how are the accommodations?" Kali asked, waving them closer, ignoring an advisor and his plaintively outstretched maps and charts.

"Yes, they're wonderful," Robin said. "It was so nice to be able to rest for a few hours in a real bed..."

"Though we didn't do much resting!" Ryoga interrupted, laughing at Robin and John's awkward glances at each other. Lydra simply smiled - she'd entertained Robin thoroughly while John and Ryoga shared a bed.

"You won't be staying long, though?" Kali asked.

"No, we have to return to Jahaliya with the news," Ryoga said. "Though we'd like to send an emissary as soon as we can, along with a full contingent of diplomats."

"Yes, yes, of course," Kali said. "I'm sure there are several dozen of my own people willing to meet them. Though to be honest, the minutia of diplomacy has always bored me."

Robin grinned. "We'll leave it to them, then," she said, draping her arm over Ryoga's shoulders.

"As long as you're in power, and hopefully long after, there should be peace between our lands," Lydra said. "It's good to know."

"Though you may have to suffer with this winter weather for a while longer," Kali said. "My mother's magics were strong and will take some time to dissipate. I will do what I can."

"That is not a problem," Lydra said, purring loudly. "It merely gives us more opportunities to be closer together on the long trip home."

John blushed as Robin, Ryoga, and Kali laughed.

"Before you go, Lydra, I have one favor to ask..." Kali bit her lip, a bit self-conscious. "Do you have any tips on the care of bargage liores? I'd like to make sure mine is... ah... well taken care of..."

* * *

Back in Jahaliya, Ryoga's parents waited and worried. Ms. Harrison could be found incessantly pacing in front of the large fireplace as Horace waited, knowing it was no use trying to console her. The rest of the class tried to keep busy by helping the Jahaliyans prepare for the war that seemed all but inevitable.

"Ms. Harrison! Ms. Harrison!"

Jessica ran into the room and waved frantically, beckoning Horace and her teacher to follow.

They ran outside, neither Horace or Sylvia having a moment to ask Jessica what was happening. But when they saw, even Sylvia let out an uncharacteristic whoop.

Dismounting from large dragons that had landed on the castle wall were Ryoga, Lydia, Robin, and John - and someone knew.

As King Gohrig was ushered up the steps by a multitude of servants and guards, John and Robin were surrounded by their classmates, eager to learn what had happened.

Lydia stepped to the king briskly and whispered in his ear, filling him in on the bare essentials. His broad face broke out into a grin as he nodded, staring at Kali as she stood patiently, tall and regal in her newly polished armor.

"Well! It's a pleasure to meet you, Queen Kali," Gohrig said, bowing formally. His servants bowed as well and the guards visibly relaxed.

Word of the arrival of the queen and the Jahaliyans had spread quickly. Already, below the walls, a crowd was forming and cheers could be heard.

"I'd say this calls for a celebration," Ryoga said, shaking his father's hand.

"It's already being prepared," Gohrig said, nodding to a servant who quickly ran off to alert the castle's staff.

"King Gohrig, several more officials from my kingdom will arrive soon," Kali said. "Will you please alert your guards?"

"Yes, yes, of course - I'm sure they're the usual bureaucrats and diplomats obsessed with the nitty gritty of international law," Gohrig said, laughing loudly. "But I, my dear Queen, leave that nonsense where it belongs."

"I see where your son got his charm," Kali said, smiling back. "Though I must admit, I'm of similar disposition."

"Well then... to the celebration that peace reigns once more between our lands!" Gohrig said, extending his arm to Kali. She took it gratefully as he led her back into the castle.

Lydia, John, Ryoga, and the rest followed, all chattering excitedly as they explained the drama of the past few weeks.

Inside the castle, in the large hall, several tables were quickly erected. Food was already streaming from the kitchens and pits were being filled by servants with gelatinous deserts.

Kali's eyes widened as she took in the wrestling pits, then the dancers and entertainers arriving, most of them nude. "So the stories are true!"

John nudged her and grinned. "Just wait until the second half..."

Kali was about to ask about the second half when she felt John's large erection press against her backside firmly. She started and blushed deeply, about to turn around to express her surprise, when Lydia snaked an arm around her waist as well.

The Queen of the Northlands blushed even more deeply and smiled goofily, promising herself she would be making plenty of "diplomatic" visits to Jahaliya in the future... especially if the parties were going to be this good!

JAHALIYA PART 4

"Ah! John, there you are!"

Prince Ryoga strode purposefully towards the mouse seated a table in the banquet hall with Robin, Nell, and Corsi.

"If I may take your dining companion away for a few words in private, ladies," Ryoga said, nodding his head towards each of the females in turn. Then he put his arm around John's shoulders and led him towards the corner of the room, where they couldn't be overheard.

"What can I do for you, Prince?" John asked. His pink tail flicked behind him while he self-consciously adjusted the straps on his leather x-shaped harness on his chest.

"You know I'm not much for the formalities of the court, much as I enjoy the privileges of my position," Ryoga said, smiling. "Please, after all the time we've known each other, call me Ryoga."

"Yes, Pr... I mean, Ryoga," John said, ears going back a touch as the wolf's paw lingered on his shoulder.

"I want to make you my aide-de-camp," Ryoga said suddenly. His grip on John's shoulder tightened. "I know you're a good male. You have powerful magic, a smart head, and are loyal to your friends. I could ask for no other to by my right-hand."

John's eyes widened. "This is... a bit sudden, isn't it?"

Ryoga leaned in close, until his chest brushed against John's. The mouse tried to lean back, but Ryoga held him steady.

"I don't think so. You've proven yourself an admirable male, John. Becoming my aide will not change your life drastically. After all, we spend much time together already. This will merely formalize your position in the eyes of the royal court."

"Well... it's an honor, Pri... It's an honor, Ryoga. But are you sure-"

"I'm sure," Ryoga said, cutting him off. The wolf's black fur bushed up a little as he placed both of his paws on his hips and stared into the mouse's brown eyes. "I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't. You'll be my adviser, my friend, my second, and you'll be expected to uphold the honor of the Jahaliyan royal family."

John felt a rush of confidence at the faith the wolf was placing in him. His posture straightened and he grinned at Ryoga.

"I would be honored. You've been a good friend to me since I arrived. I know all the girls and Ms. Harrington think very highly of you," he said. "If I turned you down, you would not be the only one displeased."

Ryoga laughed loudly, then clasped his forearm to John's, gripping the mouse just below the elbow.

"Excellent! So it's decided. You'll forgive me if I seem presumptuous, but I planned ahead and prepared the ceremony for us already," Ryoga said, white teeth flashing. "We can go immediately, with a reception afterward."

"Ceremony?" John asked, looking confused as he followed Ryoga out of the dining hall. "What kind of ceremony?"

Ryoga laughed again and clapped John on the back. The mouse was awkward, confidence slowly draining, as his hips pressed against Ryoga's - the mouse was still shy about his nakedness, the custom of the Jahaliyans. Having lived in a strict atmosphere about such things before he'd been transposed to Jahaliya with the females of the boarding school and their teacher, he had trouble accepting what would have been, at home, raunchy and uncivilized behavior.

"It's a formality, but I'm told it's quite fun," Ryoga said. "A historical re-enactment, using an enchanted cave as the setting. I'll say no more - I am desperate to see the look on your face, you prude. To be honest, I know little of it myself, as the custom has not been seen since my father was young."

The wolf used a word learned from the Jahaliyans - "prude" - that had no direct translation in the native language.

"Who was his second?"

"Horace, of course," Ryoga said. "Now let's go!"

He squeezed John's shoulder again when they left the castle through the main porticulus. They crossed the moat and left the main road for a a small cobblestone path. It took them around the back of the castle, through well-manicured lawns, where they eventually came to an overgrown cave entrance in the side of a lopsided hill.

The mouth of the cave was lit with torches. The grass was neatly trimmed and the surrounding shrubbery pruned back, though the landscaping was obviously fresh. Several attendants, both male and female, stood nearby. They were dressed in typical Jahaliyan garb: a leather harness over the chest, a belt on the waist, and calf-high boots.

Ryoga wore a cloak of deep purple, trimmed in gold ropes, a symbol of Ryoga's royal position. John wore a cloak as well. Though well-made and elaborate, the white and black cloak wasn't as impressively colored as the wolf's. The attendants took their cloaks, leaving the two males in only their leather harnesses, belts, and boots. The attendants bowed and stepped back, leaving the entrance of the cave open to them. John glanced curiously at Ryoga, but the wolf just shook his head and motioned for the mouse to go ahead.

John started forward, but he'd no more taken a step onto the cool stone floor when Lydra appeared from the shadows. John started at her sudden appearance, but Ryoga laughed uproariously.

"I should have known I couldn't keep this a secret from you," he said to the dark-furred panther.

The feline purred as she slipped her arm around John's waist.

"I'm disappointed, Ryoga," she said, glancing at him over her shoulder. "You should have known I'd have been interested in this particular ceremony."

"The ceremony, or in my second?" Ryoga shot back teasingly.

Lydra's response was merely to purr louder as she walked with John deeper into the cave. Ryoga came up alongside them as the small, steeply-sloped tunnel opened into a large, flat cavern. The ceiling curved above them gradually, about three time's John's height at the apex. It was a rough circle, though part of the cave floor on the right gave way to a small stream. The stream formed the cave long ago, which meant smooth walls and no stalactites. Torches set in braziers high above the floor cast dim, flickering light.

John was about to ask what sort of ritual he was about to get himself involved in when a sudden wail echoed over the stone walls.

Six females in tattered, see-through nighties erupted from the dim end of the cave heading towards them. John dropped into a defensive crouch, but John and Lydra only laughed at his reaction.

"Just play along," the pantheress murmured.

She pulled on his arm, getting the mouse to stand straight before the wailing girls came to a stop in front of them.

All six girls were in their late teens, maybe a year younger than John. Each wore a matching semi-transparent nightie, but each was shredded, tattered, and pulled tightly around the rabbits' various bodies. The one in the lead, tall with light tan fur across her whole figure, clutched the remnants across her ample breasts with one arm. The other clutched between her legs to protect her modesty. It was a display John hadn't seen in a long time, but one oddly familiar, reminding him of when he and the ladies of the finishing school landed so abruptly in Jahliya.

"Please, help us!" she said, stepping up right to John. "We don't know where we are!"

Her heaving breasts, squeezed together by her arm, caught the mouse's eyes. He swallowed and looked askance at Ryoga.

"Don't worry, ladies," the black wolf said. "Just tell us what happened."

The bunnies all began to speak at once about being first in their dormitory at an orphanage and preparatory school of some kind, then waking up in this cave. John leaned over to Lydra and whispered to the pantheress, asking for clarification.

"They're not real," she whispered in response. "Only projections. Think of this as a history lesson."

John nodded and turned back to the rabble of girls, who by now had crowded around Ryoga on all sides and pawed at him, trying to gain his attention.

"And you say your clothes began to shrink?" Ryoga asked the tall, tan one. "How unusual!"

One of the six detached herself. She was broad-bottomed and short. Pure white fur was interrupted only by a splash of black across one side of her face and the tips of her ears. She leaned against John's front, startling the mouse, who stumbled backwards and fell. The bunny came down with him, ending up straddling his hips. John's cock jumped to attention as her silky fur caressed him and he grasped her shoulders to steady her as she tried to wriggle away.

"Please! Where are we?" she cried, clutching at John's chest.

"Jahaliya. You're safe now, don't worry!"

"But... where's Jahaliya?"

More scraps of clothing fell from her body as her breasts swelled noticeably. John's eyes widened as he watched the display. His cock throbbed against the bunny's belly as her large pink nipples pushed forward.

"It's another country. Sometimes people... arrive here. I did! But don't worry, it's a very nice place."

John glanced around the bulk of the thick rabbit. His eyes went wide at what he saw. Ryoga had a paw each on two girls and a third on her knees in front of him. Lydra had another two on her breasts, kissing and suckling eagerly. The pantheress cracked her eyes open as she felt John's stare. A hint of a smile among the purrs and they closed again.

John clutched at the bunny's shoulders, trying to still her again, but the pressure and teasing on his shaft only grew.

"What will we do? What will happen?"

The bunny stopped and glanced over her shoulder. She squeaked at the sight of the orgy happening so close by. When John's fingers closed around the back of her head and drew her muzzle down to his, she offered no resistance. Before he knew it, she was sucking on his tongue and grinding her hips against him.

John's fingers closed on the tattered see-through nightie and ripped it away. The bunny pulled away, shocked, eyes wide as her paws went to cover her breasts and crotch. John grinned as he casually tossed the nightie to the side. He'd not been so bold with females before, but she was only a projection. And besides, Lydra and Ryoga were very busy disrobing their bunnies in the same manner.

The cave walls echoed with the sound of tearing shifts. Soon all six were naked. John's bunny gasped as she realized the warm length poking her belly was John's erection. She stared at the length, muzzle half open. John noticed her lick her lips and the slightest tremor in her fingers. Her grip on her chest loosened; soon she was stroking her nipples and moaning as lust welled up inside her.

The mouse reached forward and grasped her wrist, then pulled her close to him. She slid against him eagerly, moaning lewdly as she felt his cock press through the light fuzz on her plump belly. He stroked down her backside and wrapped his paws on her ample rump. John could feel the plumpness of her bottom grow and thicken in his paws. Fur pushed through his fingers as he squeezed her tight.

There was a loud female moan from behind. They both turned to look, breaking their kiss to do so. Lydra was on her back, legs spread, with one of the bunnies on her hands and knees, eagerly eating the pantheress out. The second bunny was writhing on her knees with several of Lydra's fingers between her legs.

Ryoga had two bunnies attending his erection, kissing and licking his swollen wolf-cock. He winked at John as he noticed the mouse watching and gently pushed the third girl over to him.

She hugged against John eagerly. He was surprised at their willingness, but decided it was because they were projections designed to recreate a historical scene. If there were inaccuracies, well... John couldn't complain.

The first bunny pulled John down on top of her and wrapped her legs around his hips. The second bunny moved behind him and guided his cock into the first. She moaned and wriggled against him. John shuddered as he entered her warmth. Her heavy chest pressed into his as he flattened his palms to the ground on either side of her shoulders.

The bunny behind him used her tongue to wet his full testicles. She first kissed, then sucked on each thick nut. Her paws groped at his rump as she slathered each ball in saliva. All the while, the bunny beneath the mouse eagerly pulled him into her, again and again.

Ryoga suddenly howled and a bunny cried out lustfully. John glanced over and grinned as he watched his friend erupt inside a tan-furred, slim rabbit with two drooped-over ears. She was on her back, with Ryoga on top, much as he was. Thick cum shot from between their bellies where they ground together. Ryoga had the rabbit's wrists in his paws and was holding her still as he pumped away.

John seized up as his orgasm came over him quickly. He watched Ryoga the whole time, until he felt his tip flare inside the rabbit beneath him. He dove his muzzle down, silencing her moans for a moment with a deep kiss as he climaxed inside her. She groped him, toes twitching as she came along with him.

The bunny behind them leaned against John's backside, dragging her breasts across his shoulders. She was skinny, like the tan one beneath Ryoga, but taller.

Still humping the white-furred hare beneath him, John reached back and pulled the other girl around front, until she was standing, legs spread, in front of him. The mouse craned his neck up and buried the tip of his nose in her muff, causing her to squeal with delight and hump forward as his tongue slid into her dripping pussy.

John closed his eyes, riding the electric sensations. He'd never been so willful before and it felt good to let go and do whatever felt good. As warm feminine juices slid down his chin and dripped onto the large breasts of the girl below him, John felt his cock throb warningly again. He pumped harder, making the bunny beneath moan and squeak as he rocked her back and forth with the strength of his lustful humping.

The girl in front squeezed her thighs around the bridge of John's muzzle, trapping the mouse's tongue inside her. A gush of warmth signaled her orgasm and John's nostrils flooded with the sweet scent. His heart pounded as he greedily swallowed what he could. A few moments later, he pumped himself in deeply to the bunny beneath him and held himself there as he came for the second time.

The white bunny moaned and reached for him, groping at his chest and pulling at his leather harness as he filled her a second time. Her knees squeezed at his sides all the while.

John slowly pulled himself away from the two bunnies and sat down on the floor of the cave, breathing hard. The two messy girls crawled up next to him, one on either side, and stroked his chest and stomach. They cooed lovingly into his ears, making him blush. He set an arm around each of their shoulders and watched Ryoga and Lydra as he recovered.

The pantheress was on all fours. One of the bunnies, a short one with dark brown fur, was on her hands and knees behind the pantheress, licking and nuzzling at Lydra's visibly moist pussy. Another was underneath, pushing her voluminous breasts against Lydra's own large pair. They kissed messily, tonguing and biting at each other. Lydra's fingers were buried inside the rabbit's pussy. Ryoga was close by, though now he was on his back with both bunnies straddling his hips and chest. The one on his chest faced the one one riding his cock, legs spread wide so Ryoga could kiss and lick at her dripping feminine sex. The two rabbits kissed and hugged each other as their hips ground into the eager wolf beneath them, riding his tongue and erection as hard as they could.

John groaned as he watched and his spent cock jerked, shooting out a small burst of white cum. The two bunnies next to him giggled and teased his fur as he held them close. They watched as Ryoga and Lydra finished their sessions up, cumming and causing their girls to cum as well.

After a while to recover, the three congregated, each with their bunnies at their sides.

"What now?" John asked.

"Oh, we're far from finished," Ryoga said.

He nodded at Lydra, who produced three small vials. She handed one to each of them, then tipped hers back and drank it without hesitation. Ryoga followed suit.

John eyed his vial for a moment before shrugging and tipping back the contents. A feeling of refreshment surged through his worn-out body. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his erection lifted into the air. He squeezed the two bunnies next to him for support as his knees wobbled.

"What is that stuff?" he gasped.

"Good, isn't it?" Ryoga said. The wolf's voice was a low, throaty rumble as he watched his cock harden up in front of John's. "I had Lydra make it. Stamina elixir, basically."

"It's good to see you're loosening up, John," Lydra said. Her paws reached out, taking hold of John's cock in one hand and Ryoga's in the other. She caressed the two males expertly until both moaned and leaned into her grip."You need to let loose more often."

"Well, it's easy since they're not... well, you know," John said, gasping as the panther's fingers teased the head of his throbbing erection.

"Oh?"

Lydra gently pushed the two bunnies clinging to her away. She grasped John's harness by the silver ring in the center and pulled him forward, so that his cock pushed into her belly.

"Show me."

The panther's muzzle dived forward into a passionate kiss with John, who slumped against her eagerly. The bunnies watched, wide-eyed, as Lydra lifted a leg and wrapped it around John's hips, then drove her crotch down, impaling herself suddenly on his thick maleness.

John broke the kiss with a gasp and jerked his hips upwards, holding himself inside the panther. The bunnies crowded around, pawing at them and moaning, pushing them harder together, encouraging them to buck and thrust.

Lydra let out a delighted groan as she felt a second shaft tease under her tail. Ryoga's claws stroked through her fur as he glanced around her side to look at John. The prince grinned at the mouse as he slipped himself inside Lydra. The pantheress shuddered, clenching around both of their wet shafts as she was taken at once from the front and the back.

They continued that way for a while standing up, but soon moved to the floor. John on his back underneath Lydra, who leaned forward, her breasts on the mouse's face as the wolf pumped in front behind.

The bunnies continued to crowd around. Ryoga found several pairs of breasts to nurse while Lydra and John ate two more out. The last few bunnies did what they could to rub, tease, and pleasure them wherever they had a chance.

Positions changed up frequently. John couldn't tell who was who as he pulled out of Lydra and found other holes to explore. The bunnies were ravenous, even hornier after the stamina elixir. John and Ryoga found themselves back to back, bunnies on their laps, with Lydra fingering two and grinding hip to hip with a third.

"You make a good lover, John!" Ryoga said.

The mouse was startled. His cock nearly flopped out of the bunny on his lap. He turned his head and found himself cheek to cheek with the panting, growling prince.

"You should be proud of that ability," Ryoga said.

He stopped talking as the bunny riding his cock let out a squeal of pleasure and clutched at Ryoga's chest and shoulders. The rabbit came around the wolf and was quickly pulled back by the others so another could take her place. As the next bunny climbed on and squeezed down on Ryoga's thickness, the wolf winked at John.

"Maybe you can try to please me sometime."

John's eyes went wide at that. He gaped at Ryoga, but the wolf was already busying himself with the rabbit's breasts in front of him. The mouse gasped as he felt the tan bunny on his lap clench. Moments later, he came inside her. Though he'd never admit it, his orgasm was spurred by what Ryoga had suggested.

There was no time to dwell on the prince's idea, however, as more bunnies kept John busy. The mouse was awash in a sea of thick rumps, pert bellies, and swollen breasts. His cock and muzzle were constantly busy pleasuring the horny lapines. He came several more times and caused more than his fair share of orgasms in the females, especially Lydra. Somehow the panther found him and his cock just as he was ready to cum every time and would climb aboard, clenching expertly, and drawing ragged groans from the mouse as he filled her again and again.

By the time they all finished, the group was worn out to the point of exhaustion. Lydra, John, and Ryoga rested on their backs in the center of the cave, arranged like spokes on a wheel around the center point. Each had girls on them, still urging them on for more.

"I think he's passed, don't you, Lydra?" Ryoga asked.

"Yes... he's definitely passed," Lydra said.

She let out a satisfied sigh and sat up. The sound of her claps as she smacked her paws together echoed off the walls. Immediately the apparitions of the rabbit girls vanished.

"We better clean up," Lydra said, helping John to his feet.

John looked around, a little shocked at the rabbit's sudden disappearance. He'd almost forgotten they were only illusions and not real flesh and blood. His cock twitched as he thought about the tan one, especially. The bunnies certainly felt - and tasted - real.

"There's a place back here. Follow me!" Ryoga said.

Cleaning didn't take long, though John and Ryoga double-teamed Lydra once more before they washed themselves in the small, cold stream running through the back of the cave. Lydra brushed Ryoga's fur while John brushed hers. He blushed furiously when both wolf and panther returned the favor, combing John's short fur until it shone.

The three lef the cave soon after and headed back for the castle, laughing and joking about how many rabbits they'd each satisfied. It was decided John was the winner, but only barely. John and Lydra led John to a large banquet hall in the center of the castle. When they entered, the room erupted into a celebration of noise. Ryoga and Lydra pulled a stunned John along to the thrones of the king and queen.

As the noise died down, Ryoga's father made a short speech. Most of it went over John's head, but he heard Gohrig extolling his virtues as a lover, a fighter, and an advisor. The praise was overwhelming and John hoped he'd be able to live up to their expectations.

John whispered to Lydra, not sure of what he ought to be doing.

"What's going on?"

"You've been made an official citizen of Jahaliya and appointed a diplomatic observer, as well as Ryoga's aide-de-camp," Lydra explained. "The celebration is for you! Once you proved what a passionate lover you could be in the cave, of which I was the official judge, your citizenship was granted. It was a test and you passed it brilliantly."

"And for these reasons, it is my privilige and honor to bestow Jahaliyan citizenship upon John Salvuk, and commend him for his honorable service in the charge of my son, Prince Ryoga," the king continued, voice full of pride. "It is a great day when our country finds allies; better when we find friends. It is the best day when we discover the passionate, caring, and divine natures of these friends, as we have with John. He has passed our trial, satisfying all that he is a virtuous lover."

John blushed and dropped his chin down to his chest. Ryoga slapped him on the back and cheered with the rest of the audience at the king's words.

"What's this, Ryoga? Haven't you taught young John here to be proud of his abilities?" the king asked.

John raised his head quickly and spoke before the wolf could.

"But sir! I am, Your Majesty!"

John blushed even harder when he realized Gohrig had been teasing him. The crowd tittered and Ryoga squeezed John's shoulders. The king laughed and waved his hands for the food.

"Enough with words. Let the celebration commence!"

Lydra pulled the mouse away from Ryoga and hugged him tightly. Her naked body felt firm and warm against him and John grew hard again as he hugged her back. The stamina elixir was not only still working on John - Lydra panted into his ear and licked his neck before releasing him, a not-so-subtle signal she still wanted more.

"So cute when you blush," she said softly, her voice underscored with a pleasant purr.

"I hadn't realized citizenship was part of the deal," John said.

"Ryoga must have thought you knew, or he would have mentioned it. There are plans afoot for similar ceremonies for the ladies as well."

John was about to ask what those would be when Ryoga hustled him off towards seats at the head of one of the long, broad banquet tables, to the left of the king and queen's seats. Servers carried in large silver trays covered in domes. It took two or three servers per each huge platter. They were positioned all the way down the banquet tables, so that no matter where someone sat, they would have one within easy reach.

The head waiter rang a small bell. As one, every cover was lifted. John gasped and stared at the spectacle.

Each large platter contained a male or female in a seductive pose, completely naked, and surrounded by - or sometimes covered in - a wide variety of foodstuffs. The one nearest John and Ryoga contained an attractive deer laying on her belly. Her short, pointed tail wiggled at them teasingly above a pert rump. Her knees bent, so that her hooves dangled over her lower back. John stared at her perfectly groomed, glossy brown hide and licked his lips.

Surrounding the deer were small bowls of pudding in various flavors. A large serving dish rested on her backside, while in her fingers she clutched ladles, which she passed around to nearby diners.

Ryoga nudged John and jerked his head at the doe.

"I think it's time everyone else got to see what a good lover you can be," the wolf murmured.

John stared at him, scandalized.

"What... here? On the table?"

"Why else would we have chosen this arrangement?"

Ryoga grinned at the mouse, long tail wagging behind him. He glanced down at John's member and nudged the mouse in the side again with his elbow.

"Besides, you can't tell me you're not excited."

John glanced down at himself and blushed, but soon his gaze returned to the doe, lingering on her plush breasts, currently flattened against the silver platter beneath her. Willing hands pulled the bowl of pudding from her backside and she rolled over, locking eyes with John. She ran her fingers up her stomach and over her chest as she looked at him upside down, a coquettish smile on her full lips.

Ryoga placed his palm on John's backside, between his shoulders, and propelled the mouse forward. He bumped into the side of the table and leaned over, unable to help as his muzzle fell forward and landed between the doe's breasts.

The deer squeaked and reached for him, pulling the unprotesting mouse up onto the table with her. She spread her legs as John settled between. Around them at the edges of the table, diners watched and hooted their approval, glad to see the newly-minted Jahaliyan in action.

"Show her how a Jahaliyan does it!" someone called.

The mouse's cheeks burned, but he still curled his fingers into the doe's and pushed her arms up over her head, then dropped his muzzle down for a kiss. She responded warmly, arching her body against him so that her smooth, firm belly rubbed across the mouse's impressive maleness. For a moment, John forgot all about where he was, or that he was doing something so lewd in front of a crowd of watchers, all eager to see him in action, hoping to learn a thing or two for themselves.

The doe panted beneath him, whispering encouragements, wriggling her hips to torment his throbbing erection. John shuddered and flicked his large, round ears, then looked up. Ryoga sat at the edge of the table, a bowl of pudding in his paws. He winked at John and took a bite. John grinned back before lowering his muzzle to the doe's.

Lydra approached the wolf. Robin was with her, an arm around the panther's hips. The two ladies moved to either side of the prince and draped their paws over his muscular chest as they watched John set to work on the doe. Robin especially enjoyed watching John's thick maleness spread the doe's moist pussy as it sank in.

Between the lucky female's cries of passion and John's deep grunts, Robin leaned down and whispered in Ryoga's ear. Her fingers splayed over his belly, teasing his fur, until his erection bobbed against the back of her paw.

"You two will be the death of me," the male growled.

Lydra took his bowl from him and fed him a taste of the pudding as Robin climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He nearly choked when the female wolf pushed forward, sliding lower belly against his arousal. Lydra nipped at his ears, then pushed more of the sweet dessert into his muzzle.

The cheers grew louder as the doe under John cried out and bucked, reaching an obvious and sustained orgasm. The mouse clutched at her wrists, holding her down as he kept thrusting his hips, taking his time to ensure she felt as much as he could give her.

The mouse's muzzle pulled back as he arched his back, grinding forward into the squirming doe. His lips parted, large front teeth bared. Her fingers stroked the mouse's slim, defined chest as he hilted inside her again, until his hips were hardly distinguishable hers.

"Gawww... oh, fuck! Yes!"

John's sudden outburst brought a laugh from the assembled crowd, as none had ever heard him speak in such language before. Robin's head whipped around. She stared at the mouse in shock, realizing for the first time how much John had changed since they'd come to Jahaliya. She felt a passion in her loins and turned back around, focusing on the bemused prince and Lydra, who was laughing loudly at John's passionate cursing.

Ryoga grinned at Robin, thinking about the citizenship trial she would soon face. His paws slipped to her hips and pulled her forward, down over his erection. The female wolf shuddered and clutched at him, squeezing his powerful shoulders as she pushed into him.

Lydra squeezed in closely, tipping Robin's muzzle back. The panther kissed her firmly, surprising the wolf into a shocked moan of delight. Ryoga laughed as he watched, enjoying the spectacle immensely. Soon Robin was bouncing over Ryoga's erection as she groped Lydra's breasts, their tongues teasing together between their muzzles.

The doe under John cried out again, loud and sharp. More applause and cheers erupted as the mouse buried his muzzle in her chest and sunk forward deeply. From the doe's panting and moaning, it was clear what would happen in the next few moments.

Several bowls of pudding were knocked askew by the doe's flailing arms. One flew off the table and splattered across Robin's chest. She gasped and tried to pull away from Ryoga, surprised, but the male wolf held her hips tightly. A mischevious look came into his eyes and he glanced at Lydra, who shared his look.

Panther and wolf leaned forward together, each taking one of Robin's breasts, cleaning the thick dessert from her full, large breasts. Robin shuddered and moaned, paws going to the backs of their heads, encouraging them on.

It was the first pudding spill of the night, but it wouldn't be the last.

Sitting in their thrones nearby, Gohrig and Malva watched their son and his new aide-de-camp pleasure their partners of the moment.

"Our son has made good choices for his friends and lovers," Gohrig said.

Malva nodded in agreement and placed her hand over the king's.

"He had a good role model."

So the night continued, reveillry unabated, until the early hours of the morning. Jahaliya had a new citizen, and if there was one thing Jahaliyans prided themselves on, it was their unique form of hospitality to guests and countrymen alike.

End