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"Don't worry, your highness. I won't hurt your little suitor too badly," the young duke cheered haughtily on the other side of the yard as he spun his sword deftly in glittering disks.

"Please, Phillip, you don't have to do this..." Rachel whispered urgently to the tamaskan as he hefted a training foil and put on the wire-mesh helmet.

"I think...I think I kind of do..." Phillip replied nervously and quickly squeezed her paw, "He didn't have any right to say that to you and...I want to show you that I'm not...well, that I'm not a coward..."

The princess folded her paws tightly, and quickly pecked him on his armored cheek in desperation, "I don't care about that...and, I don't want to give that prat the satisfaction..."

"Have some faith, p-princess," Phillip chuckled nervously, "I'm actually an okay swordsman...oops," he dropped his foil as he felt for its balance. "Well, I'll get better once I'm out there. Promise."

This was a disaster, and just when the day had been going so well.

Phillip had arrived at the palace with his usual lack of grace by missing one of the steps as he walked up to the courtyard. However his eagerness to impress the beautiful princess shone through his clumsy awkwardness, and his original panicking seemed to have died down to a manageable timidity. At least, his ears only shook slightly as he was addressed by the Imperial Guards.

He had met the reigning Monarch without any real embarrassment, and it was obvious that he had been studying court etiquette rigorously before the next meeting with Rachel. The king didn't seem to have much of an opinion on the young aristocrat, but gave his daughter a small nod of approval as they left the court with Phillip trying desperately to hold back from stumbling or shivering, or both.

Rachel couldn't help but feel proud of her suitor, but wished he would stop trying so hard to impress her. She was really starting to like him, with his soft speech and timid cheeriness. He was so different from the other aristocracy, and she felt her heart beat affectionately as he told her about the simple happiness he tried to enjoy from inside the realm of luxury and excess.

That was probably what ended up getting him into trouble, however.

"So, Master Phillip, esquire," the leering duke snickered as Phillip took his place, "Will you admit that your plebeian scruples alone are an insult to our royal position? I'll let you leave with only a smart on your back."

"I...I just said that I didn't like wasting money. I d-didn't mean any offense," Phillip took a deep breath and said with more deliberate calmness, "But I don't like the way you talk to me...and I really don't like the way you talk to Princess Rachel."

"Then I consider it my duty to pound some respect into your servile head," the arrogant duke replied as he tugged on his own helmet, "En garde!" And he lunged forward with his foil making silver lines through the air.

"What a pompous idiot..." Phillip muttered as he sidestepped the duke's lunge and slapped the foil across his back. It would have been extremely impressive had he not stepped too far and overbalanced himself, but he quickly windmilled his arms and got back into a fighting position, "That's the first point to me, I think..."

"You, commoner scum..." the duke snarled as he tried to scratch the welt forming on his shoulder blade, "I'll do you for that..." He approached more carefully, making graceful patterns of shimmering steel though the air.

"Why do you hate commoners so much?" Phillip asked as he guarded the duke's advance, "What makes you so much better than me?" He saw the young duke prepare for a backswing, and he jabbed the tip of his foil into his opponent's chest before whipping it up forcefully along his helmet.

"Urgh," the duke spat as his ears rang from the blow, "Stop talking and fight normal!"

"I have been...whoops," Phillip stumbled back as the duke made another quick lunge, he slapped the foil against his opponent's paw, disarming him even as he fell back and bumped to the ground.

"That's all three points to me, I think," he took off his helmet and smirked up at the duke from his seat, "I believe that was your wager?"

"Hrmph, well at least I'm still standing over you," the duke snorted as he rubbed his stinging paw. "I'll always win because I'm actual royalty; you'll only ever be that princess's lapdog if she makes the mistake of marrying you."

"You know, I think that's the closest thing to a complement you've said all day," Phillip replied happily as he brushed a leaf from his tail and the duke stormed away.

"Phillip that was the most uncoordinately brilliant thing I've ever seen!" Rachel called as she rushed over to the young tamaskan, "How did you learn to fight like that?"

"I know it doesn't seem like it, but I'm actually rather good with my paws, being an artist and all," he laughed. "Also, having a champion fencer for an uncle has its rewards." He stood gingerly as he patted some grass from his trousers, "Although I never quite got the hang of the footwork."

Rachel laughed as she helped pick twigs and grass out of his fluffy tail, and she couldn't help delighting in the softness of his fur. It was so different from his paws that always seemed rough from dried acrylics.

Her expression fell as she realized she loved this clumsy young man, not because he was a good swordsman or because he was an artist; but because he wanted to fight for her and didn't bother to comb the tell-tale clots of paint from his paws. He was happy with what he was, and didn't tell the world outright only because his father forbade it. They were so alike and so different in so many ways, and she almost despaired because she couldn't stand the thought of falling in love with him only to have him reject her secret condition.

"Come with me, I need to show you something," Rachel said quietly as they started to move back up to the palace. "Attendant!" she called to a watching maid, "Please see to it that the sword equipment is taken care of, Master Phillip is wearied from his duel and I am showing him to the guest bedchambers to rest. I do not wish for him to be disturbed."

"Oh...no I'm fine," Phillip stammered as he tried to look tougher. But he stopped as he felt Rachel's claws dig into his arm slightly, "Ow...I mean, no...I mean yes, ow. I took a bit of a tumble and...yes, I would like to lie down...I mean, thank you." He blushed as he failed to recover gracefully.

Rachel rolled her eyes as she smiled at him. Clumsy, loveable, oaf; she just hoped that he could love her back...

"Um...so what's this about then? Although it is a really nice...ah...room," Phillip stammered as he looked around the bedchamber.

"I needed to talk to you where we wouldn't be overheard," she whispered quietly as she locked the door, "Have you been told about my...condition?"

"Er..." Phillip balked and tugged on one of his ears, "Well the royal courtiers made me sign a bunch of confidences and that. I've read enough contracts for my father to know that it seemed like something really serious," a worried look overtook his features, "You're not...um...dying or anything, are you?" He whimpered slightly in anxiety.

"No, nothing like that," Rachel replied sadly as she reached around behind her back to start undoing her dress, "I'm afraid it has something to do with a more...intimate nature."

"Oh...I, uh...are you should I'm allowed to see...?" Phillip pulled at his collar nervously.

"It is my choice to reveal my secret to you," she said with sombre poise as she pulled her dress down over her corset, "And I want you to know before I do that I come from a long line of females with this condition. My late mother didn't have it because she married into the royal family, but there's... supposed to be people who don't mind it..." she felt her eyes tearing from nervous vulnerability.

"Princess...Rachel...I really..." he stammered under the strain of seeing the princess stepping out of her dress and working a thumb into her oddly high-waisted underwear.

"But I don't think it's ever been so bad as it is for me..." she continued over his stuttering, "And I really like you, Phillip. I can't bear the idea of going farther with this if you don't think you could marry what I am." She slowly pulled down her underwear and stepped out of it as hot tears ran through her fur.

She stood upright and tried to roll her hips so that her feminine cleft would be more obvious under her sheath and retracted testicles. Her arms were held tight behind her as she cried softly though her closed eyes.

Phillip anxiously sucked in air as he saw her genitals. "Princess..." he gasped as a coughing laugh burst from his lungs, "You're...you're..."

Rachel quickly covered her face as tears poured through her fingers, "Stop...please don't...I'm sorry, just go...just don't tell anyone...please..." she whimpered as her ears folded back and she shook against her tears. She felt more humiliated than she ever had before, and she could feel jagged cracks breaking through her heart as she realized how stupid she'd been to think anyone could ever accept her.

"NO, wait...you're...you're," Phillip stuttered as he fought against his heaving lungs, "You're perfect!" he stumbled forward slowly with his trousers bulging at his arousal, "You're so perfect!" He put his arms around her and brushed his cheek against hers. "I didn't think the rumors were true...but I always sort of hoped..."

"W-what?" Rachel gasped as she felt him poking into the top of her hip, "You mean...you don't think it's too ugly?"

"Ugly?" Phillip sputtered as he pulled back, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" he suddenly realized he was painfully erect in front of an all but naked princess, "Oh...blimey...um, I wasn't totally sure if I would like it, but...well...an artist knows when he likes something he sees..."

Rachel dried her eyes and saw his powerful erection as he tried to cover it behind his paws. She gasped as she felt her balls begin to swell out into her scrotum, and she quickly grabbed her sheath as it began to open around the head of her penis.

"Um...well...I'm glad you seem to like it, but that's not the whole problem...exactly," she gritted her teeth and tried to stop herself from getting more aroused.

"Princess, I know I'm not allowed to give you...orders," Phillip whispered in awe as he saw her restraining herself, "But I...order you to stop calling it a problem..." he blushed as he took a paw from his own groin to reach for her, "Because you're the most beautifully fantastic thing I've ever looked at."

Rachel cried out in arousal as her equine cock burst out from between her fingers, and she fell to her knees at the rush of blood to her penis. It sprang up to pound in between her breasts as a spurt of precum ejactulated over her corset.

"Cor..." Phillip breathed before he winced as the buttons pinged off of his trousers. In defense of the trousers, the buttons had been working themselves loose ever since the duel.

"You're so beautiful. I mean you were always beautiful, but now I..." he felt the taper of his penis tearing through a hole in his drenched underwear. In defense of the underwear, it was his "lucky" pair and were quite often laundered.

"Oh...bother..." he mumbled as his seven inch penis decided to throb lewdly at the princess of his dreams. In defense of his penis, well, he actually wasn't that unhappy about it finally being out, to be honest

"I...never thought I'd see the day when the girl I hoped to marry would give me cock envy..." he chuckled as he pulled his member the rest of the way through the opening.

Rachel laughed breathlessly as the sight of his erection caused her own to throb harder, "You look just the right size to me..." she smiled as tears continued to pour from her face, this time in joy.

"Would it be...um...bad for your royal position if we...had sex now?" He asked hopefully as his canine knot began ripping his underwear even more.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to hear exactly that, if you can believe it," Rachel gasped as she stood carefully with her heavy penis hugged against her chest. She hurried over to the bed and reached back to pull away her lacy corset, allowing her throbbing erection to pulse jauntily at the man she loved while she sat waiting for him.

Phillip quickly stripped off his clothes and ruined underwear before he knelt in front of her and gently took hold of her equine member. It was divinely smooth, the ebony skin pulled to a shiny tightness as he felt under the base of her cock and tickled the bulge of her meridian ring.

He hesitantly leaned forward to lick the clear trickle of precum from her flared tip, and felt his own flow more strongly as he tasted the slightly sweet fluid. She tasted so feminine, so divinely flavored; like lavender tea and sugar, and he pressed his tongue against the opening hoping for more as he pried it apart gently.

Rachel gasped and felt her balls clench up as her vagina began tingling, "Slow...slow down...you're going to make me..."

But neither of them could stop now, and she cried out lustily as an orgasm unlike any she'd ever had rippled her genitals in a storm of pleasure. She gripped her massive penis and could feel the surge of her cum rushing through her length as she ejaculated into his waiting mouth.

She's like honey, like syrup, Phillip thought as he bobbed his stretched muzzle around her enormous tip. He felt his own orgasm spurting against the side of the bed as he rubbed his paws up her cock and over her own stroking fingers. He listened to her intensifying moans as the sensations overtook her, and he drank her sweetness as it gushed against the roof of his mouth like hot treacle.

He felt with some disappointment that she was shrinking and the flow of her semen was slowing, but he welcomed the last surges of fluid as her quaking body forced it to him. He felt like he was a part of her, like the sensations she felt were his own as his penis likewise slowed its ejaculation. He realized with astonishment that he hadn't actually touched himself to bring on the climax, he hadn't been willing to take his paws off of her length.

"That...was the best..." Rachel gasped as she fell back against the bed and felt the contentment of her penis returning to its sheath. She wriggled happily and listened to her feminine juices squelching underneath her. Her vagina hadn't spasmed with the erotic contractions she used to crave, but it didn't concern her. She finally felt satisfied in her male sex, and was beginning to think that maybe her hideous penis wasn't so awful after all. "I want to do more...just give me a minute. Then I'll take care of you," she murred suggestively.

"Actually, I came when you did," Phillip blushed as he pulled his cock through his fingers to show her a drop of his pearly seed, "I don't think that's ever happened to me before..."

Rachel felt her heart pound with affection, and looked down to see the flare of her penis already bouncing softly out of her sheath. Her breathing quickened as she watched it snaking back above her belly, and gasped as she saw Phillip's erection rising with her.

"I want you to have sex with me properly," she said throatily, "I want to feel you inside of my--" her words were cut off by a lewd cry as her penis rocketed back up to her chest at the thought, "Have sex with me, please," she begged around her moans as her cock throbbed in her paws.

"You're wish is my command, your highness," Phillip grinned as he stumbled onto the bed, "Whoops, won't be a mo'."

"Hurry...please, it hurts...it's never stayed this big after I...ahh!" She cried out as her balls churned with more of her sugary semen.

Phillip helped her sit up and put her legs around him as she frantically pawed at her erection. He grabbed her hips and pulled her dripping cleft towards his member as he gently lifted her testicles over his cock.

"Now, now...damnit, oh it hurts!" She screamed as blissful agony throbbed through her penis. But then she felt him pressing his cock against her vagina, and her cries of pain turned to yips of rutting lust.

Her member surged even larger as he began humping up into her, the ebony length sandwiched between their wriggling bodies. She felt it swelling almost to her shoulders before it stopped, and she bent her head down to lick her own flared tip. Her mouth met Phillip's and they kissed as a fountain of her precum spattered against their chins. She had found him...She had finally found herself.

Rachel screamed into his mouth in loving ecstasy as she felt his heat within her walls. It was so much better, so much more real than that horrible machine as she felt her testicles bouncing on the top of his knot and pressing against his tummy. She couldn't hold back from sucking her tip any longer, and she urgently went to doing what her previous repulsion had always denied.

Phillip joined in licking along the flared head of her cock, their tongues dancing around as they fought to taste her precum. Rachel couldn't believe she had ever thought to reject this magnificent part of her sex as she sampled her own sweet fluids, and the erotic sensation of licking herself speeded her closer to the inevitable orgasm.

"I love you..." She moaned as she felt his throbbing member within her tightening walls.

"I love you..." he gasped as he felt the blissful pleasure mounting in his loins.

They pulled tight against each other as they climaxed together again, Rachel yipping with each massive contraction of her vagina that was coupled euphorically with her ejaculations. She felt the rush of hot seed from her lover's penis as her own jetted furiously into their waiting mouths.

Their orgasm didn't stop for an eternity as they kissed under the sweet shower of Rachel's cum, her pulsing member hugged tight between their soaking fur. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smelled the honeyed aroma of her sexes permeating the air like a cloud of erogenous vapor. She even smelled the leafy freshness of Phillip's semen as it spurted out of her clenching vagina, making her bounce more frantically on his cock as they ejected their fluids into and over one another.

A sticky trickle of syrupy liquid continued to drip out as her penis began its long journey back to her sheath, and she reveled in the hazy warmth and satisfaction of their lovemaking. She felt whole at last, and not just because of her love for this clumsy, magnificent painter. She finally felt like she was happy with what she was, and gave her shrinking penis an appreciative stroke. She finally felt beautiful.

"You look like my favorite colours," Phillip whispered as he watched her caressing her sheath.

She pressed her muzzle into his as the white fur of her scrotum hugged her satisfied testicles back against her crotch, "You make me feel like a princess," she whispered back.

He ran his paw up to feel her sexes as he shuffled back out of her, his knot holding his flaccidity out briefly before it could pull into his sheath with a comfortable pop. He put his paw to his mouth to taste her again as she looked at him in a way that sent his tail beating frantically against the bed.

She loved him...the most beautiful princess in the world, and she loved him...