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The days went by in staccato bursts as the princess and her suitor waited for the next time they could see each other. And as is the case with time, it always seemed to slow down interminably when they would look over at a clock and try to count the remaining hours till Saturday. Then, time would seem to spasm forward as their responsibilities forced them to stop watching the seconds tick away, only to halt painfully again as they thought about each other.

In a fit of incidentally mutual overconfidence, both had privately decided in their own way to try not to pleasure themselves for the week, thinking that it would make it that much more exciting once they were together again. Rachel's morning erections had been staved off, at least temporarily, and it took particular effort for her not feel just a little disappointed by that.

She took the effort, though, because she knew if she lay huddled under the warm covers thinking about how it would feel now to see her nightgown bouncing above her chest, there wouldn't be a chance of saving herself for Phillip.

Despite such precautions, Rachel was still the first to succumb. But, this should not act to cast an unfavorable light on our hermaphroditic princess. After all, she was otherwise unassociated with the enjoyment of recreational masturbation, it having always been a merely physiological necessity in the past. She also had the motivation of curiosity about her newfound love, and whether thoughts of her clumsy artist would be enough to avoid requiring the machine.

So there she stood in front of her mirror, trying not to think about trying not to think about how much better it would be once Erica finished making her new underwear. In unconscious anticipation of the freedom it would bring, Rachel had taken off her restrictive undergarment before removing her dress, and she swayed her hips gently as she looked with contentment at the small mound bulging from her groin; an action which turned out to be disastrous for her improvised abstinence...

"You know, I actually think it's rather handsome like this," Rachel called to Erica as she stood sideways, "Any word from my seamstress on when the new underthings will be ready?"

"You should have a pair for tomorrow, milady," Erica called back as she read a book in her favorite armchair, "I just need to sew on the fastenings in the morning before your lessons. I think you'll be very happy with them; Millicent even had a rather clever idea of how to make them a little more comfortable."

"Please inform her and the seamstress that you three are to take what ever you like from my purse for an evening to yourselves tomorrow," Rachel smiled as she rotated her hips at her reflection, "And don't let Millicent leave without being inappropriately tipsy on my say-so."

Erica giggled and hugged the book to her chest, "That's too kind of you, milady. I'll only accept if you join us for afters in the larder."

"I wouldn't dream of not thanking you all personally," Rachel smiled as she crossed her arms behind her back to push her hips forward more lewdly, "Or missing the chance to listen to Millicent's slurring rendition of Whistle by the Bay--" she gasped as the thrusting motion made her think of humping against Phillip as they...no, no, think of something else.

"She was actually rather good last time," Erica chuckled, not noticing the sharp intake of breath as she looked back to her book, "She didn't even replace any of the lyrics with naughty variations or cursewords."

Rachel's ears were ringing too much to hear her, and she felt the tell-tale sliding sensation of an unstoppable erection. Her mouth opened as she watched the shapely bulge on her dress begin to pulsate as it grew, feeling a sensuous tickle as the flare of her penis rubbed against the fabric.

Her knees shook as the hem of her dress began dragging up the back of her legs, and she couldn't take her eyes off the the reflection of herself as lust pounded stronger with each beat of her heart. She sucked in more deeply and tried to resist tensing herself, deciding to enjoy the process as long as possible. Each sensuous inch made her erection throb harder as it began forcing her dress toward the mirror, the desire to see it fold up against her stomach making a small dribble of saliva roll off her tongue.

It took everything in Rachel's power to not start touching herself; she wanted to be at her full length before she began to masturbate happily for probably the first time in her life. The anticipation of the pleasure to come made the curving arch of her semi-erect member throb upwards in glee, and she began pulling the back of her dress up to allow the front more slack.

Her penis began to ache as it tented up to her breasts, but Rachel knew that she could get it up all the way. A trickle of her nectar wetted the fur between her legs, and she cried out as thinking about Phillip made her thrust forward into her fully erect size.

"Are you alright, milady?" Erica called in alarm as she rushed into the room, but her fear turned to arousal as she saw the back of Rachel's dress pulled tight against her bottom, the beautiful fox's spine arched and legs spread before her shrouded maleness. The curvy squirrel shuddered in joy as she saw Rachel's toes pressing into the floor, the princess bucking her hips slowly to make the hanging edge of the fabric sway in front of her.

"I...might" Rachel gasped as she felt her already swollen testicles bulge out even more, "...might need some help...getting to the bath..."

Erica rushed forward to offer a supporting arm, trying to focus as fluid began bubbling from the rounded cap of the erotic shape, "Milady...do you think you would mind if I...stayed with you...?" She bit her lip hopefully as she helped Rachel's arousal-weakened body move towards her bathroom.

"Hnngh..." the princess moaned as she reached back to unfasten her dress, "Y...you can...but I want to d...do it myself this time aaAHHH!" She gasped as a throb made her stop and she took the opportunity to pull off the short sleeves of her dress. Erica helped her take off the top of the clothing off the rest of the way, a long delay cropping up as they tried to decide how to get it down over her penis.

They neglected for an embarrassing amount of time to try lifting it up over her shoulders instead, the idea having been blurred out in the anxiousness of arousal.

"Please...help me take off my corset too," Rachel gasped as their careful tugging dragged the fabric over her shaft, "I can't wait any more..." She felt a near orgasmic pang soar through her length as the dress was pulled over her head, finally revealing the shiny, ebony skin of of her penis.

Erica shakily undid the fastenings running down the back of the princess's undergarment, a burning need to start masturbating as well causing further delay. But finally, the princess and her maid were undressed, and the two hurried eagerly to the bathroom as their respective vaginas added the occasional drop to a sugary trail of Rachel's precum.

Unable to hold back, the hermaphrodite princess began pawing over her length, exploring the increase in sensation as she touched her flare and the ring near the middle. She gasped an elated laugh as she felt along the subtle veins under the tight skin, and found that her precum flowed more strongly as she hugged her penis up with one arm and tickled a paw along the outward facing side. She felt another orgasmic pang as she remembered that this was how it would feel as Phillip pressed his body against her, and thought lovingly on the sensation of their penises rubbing together.

Rachel moved over to sit in the empty bath and shuddered briefly as the chill of the porcelain worked it's way through her fur. But it was a small trifle, and only made her moan more lewdly at the feverish heat from her cock. She slowly bent her penis forward and backward, gasping in bliss as it sent tingling joy to her sexes and a stream of precum gurgling from her flare. The bathtub had warmed enough from her body to be comfortable, and she let go of her member to have it push against her chin as she shuffled back with anxious lust.

As she sat hunched over her maleness with her cheek rubbing affectionately over the sensitive flare, she looked at Erica who was gasping lustily as she masturbated on a small sofa that had been turned towards the princess. Rachel grinningly decided it was high time for a little fun too, and curved forward the rest of the way to start sucking herself. A disappointed moan worked out from her throat as she realized she couldn't get her muzzle all the way around herself comfortably, and regretted that she couldn't start bobbing her head like Phillip could when he pleasured her. Still, it was just another reason to look forward to having sex with him again, and she went back to bending her penis to restart the flow of her precum as lusty thoughts of Phillip's flexible lips wound through her head.

Fortunately, she had already produced a copious amount of the slippery fluid, and tenderly smeared it around the taught, throbbing surface of her shaft while she lay back. Rachel remembered Phillip's queries about how she liked to paw off, and grinned widely again as she decided to try to find out. She giggled as she felt her length sliding between her paws, noticing the delightful increases in pleasure as she pushed her penis forward while she went.

Unfortunately--or fortunately, depending on perspective--she started massaging her palm quickly over her tingling flare, hoping to recreate the sensation of Phillip's gentle licks with her paws. She felt her testicles pulse once and realized she had gone too far, the thoughts of her lover and unexpectedly powerful increase in buzzing over her penis making her chest heave climatically.

Her orgasm started, unintuitively, with her vagina this time, and Rachel's rapid yips of pleasure sang over the sound of a stream of her nectar splattering against the bathtub. Like a sensuous baton race, her clenching vagina soon passed along to her testicles, which shoved up into her body as they began forcing her semen into joining with her female ejaculation. Rachel's jaw cracked as her mouth opened as wide as possible, but she was unable to breathe in as her pretty little breasts jiggled with her quaking body. She felt her nipples erecting as her vagina continued to push out her nectar, but the delicate tightness was soon drowned out when her testicles pressed up the rest of the way. The only thought that could manage to fight through the haze of her orgasm was that this was probably going to be quite excellent...

And it was. Rachel's breaths finally resumed in ecstatic yips as the gushes of her female semen sprang out of her flare in jittering streams as she fought to keep ahold of her penis. It throbbed rapidly between her paws as she anxiously stroked over her ring, her vaginal contractions resuming with renewed force and euphoria.

The incredible pleasure from her ejaculation urged her penis to throb back towards her face, and the tearing bliss of cumming into the air transformed into the more deep satisfaction of releasing her fluids at a more natural angle. She opened her mouth and tasted her honey-like semen as it gushed again her tongue, and coughed slightly at the incredible thickness of the liquid that had been pent up for too long.

She humped up with her arms clutching her penis against her, the bursts of ejaculation rushing over her muzzle as she bucked rhythmically with the squeezes of her vagina. The carnal bliss of orgasm soon transitioned into the sweet contentment of her total release, and Rachel's hips continued to buck weakly as the remaining gentle spurts of her sweetness pattered against her turned face...

Rachel had blacked out, briefly, as the intensity of the orgasm and erotic pleasure of embracing the details of her masturbation forced her brain to shrug for a moment as it tried to sort everything. She awoke a few seconds later with her flaccid penis still trapped between her breasts, and she took ahold of it gently to lick her flare before it bumbled back to her sheath like a departing friend. She wiped some of the nectarous semen from her face and ran her tongue over her paw casually as she felt a sensual contentment warming her relieved sexes.

She looked over at Erica who was watching her serenely as a gentle drip of her nectar fell to the floor between her legs.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so happy, milady," the curvy squirrel sighed as she put her legs up to recline. "You gave us quite a show..."

Rachel blushed slightly and tucked her muzzle into her chest, "It was so incredible...It almost makes one wonder what I even need my handsome prince for," she giggled at her lie.

"I know you don't believe that, milady," Erica smiled as she ran a paw over her tummy, "Not after what you kept saying."

"...What I kept saying...?" Rachel repeated with her head cocked in confusion.

"Of course, don't you remember, milady?" Erica sat up with an affectionately perplexed look. "You kept saying, 'Just three more days, Phillip. Just three more days.'"

The lighting's all wrong, that must be the problem, Phillip thought with a frown as he looked at his painting. He tucked a paw under his chin and twisted his head about, hoping that looking from a different angle might make the issue more apparent.

He tapped his pallet knife against his head absently, ignoring the streaks of amber it was leaving in his fur. Maybe it had something to do with the size of the table...?

"I thought I'd find you in here," A thistly voice sounded from behind him, "I believe I told you to summarize that larceny case for me?"

Phillip jumped slightly but kept his voice calm as he turned, "Good evening, father," he said with a small tremble of his ears, "I gave my summary to Mr. Verner, he said he'd put it on your desk."

The middle aged tamaskan was slender and posed arrogantly, a paw wrapped behind the back of his bespoke jacket while the other distractedly rolled the golden band on his ring finger.

"Is that what he gave me?" Phillip's father asked with coarse annoyance, "I have junior interns who could write more acceptable swill than that."

Phillip blushed and tapped the pallet knife against his leg, "You know larceny isn't my strong suit, father. I'm sorry it wasn't good enough and all..." he finished with barely hidden sarcasm.

The old lawyer snorted and walked closer to his son, casting an eye over the painting Phillip was working on, "I told you that I would tolerate your hobbies as long as they didn't interfere with my business," he snorted again as he moved to look closer, "I find it much more likely you were just eager to get to your acrylics and rushed through it..."

"Maybe," Phillip sighed with a weary shrug, "But larceny still isn't my forte."

"Nothing's your forte when it comes to the law firm..." The lawyer grumbled as he examined the painting, "And I thought I told you I don't like it when you paint in this style, it always seems like a waste of acrylics."

Phillip shrugged again, "It's more...expressive, father. Using the knife to paint adds more weight to the strokes, and anyway I still have all the bottles Mother sent for my birthday," he scraped up a bladefull of ivory to finish dabbing in the highlights of the buttressing.

"Well I can barely tell what it is," the lawyer grumbled as he squinted at the broad strokes of color, "Is it a room in that palace?"

Phillip's ears twitched as he cleaned the paint off of the knife, "Yes, it's the dining hall. I'm doing it from memory so it had to be more...impressionistic."

"The dining hall...you didn't tell me you ate with the king, Phillip," the lawyer's gaze widened eagerly as he saw the indistinct figure painted at the head of the table.

The young artist held his face in a wan smile, "You never asked me how my day at the palace went, father." He scraped in a little more detail on the painted tan representing his fur and the black of his jacket.

"That's because I didn't expect you to make any real headway with that...princess," the lawyer replied with irritation, "I want you to tell me immediately about important things like this."

Phillip frowned as he wiped the black paint back onto the pallet. How could his father make such a beautiful word as "princess" sound cruel and plain?

"Of course, father," he resigned as he made a few more strokes to finish painting in Rachel, a delicate mix of burnt orange with careful flecks of shading to represent her fur. Something was still wrong though...Was it her dress? Maybe the chairs are proportioned badly? No, no...bother all...it was something smaller than that...

"Well? Are you getting on with her or not?" the lawyer asked impatiently.

"Yeah...we're getting on," Phillip smiled as he realized the problem with the painting.

"That's excellent, Phillip! That makes me very...proud," The lawyer nodded with a fierce smile, "Just think; my son the king..." he snorted happily.

Phillip shuddered at the strange mix of emotions that caused. He knew his father was probably only proud because of the prestige it would bring, but at least he was proud of him for something. He quickly scraped off some of the burnt orange from the canvass and filled in the space behind it.

"I'll bet you're just looking forward to being able to paint all day. Eh, King Phillip Roarch?" the lawyer smirked as he toyed with the ring on his finger.

Phillip's ears shook briefly, "You already know that I won't be 'King Phillip Roarch,' father; I have to take on the royal surname. I'll be King Phillip Sheare." He smiled at the thought and put some more burnt orange on his knife.

The lawyer gave a miffed grunt, "I'll see if there isn't any way around that. Just think about what it would mean to have our family name be the most powerful in the Imperium..." he added with a wiry smirk.

Don't bother, Phillip thought as he silently thanked that there wasn't a chance his father could do anything about it. Phillip Sheare; Now that was the name for a king...or a courtesan, he chuckled to himself as he pressed the edge of the knife to the canvass.

"Well keep up the good work with the princess, son," the lawyer nodded before he left, "And consider yourself free from the office the rest of this week as a reward. You might as well fix that painting instead of littering my desk with more half-arsed drivel." He left with a harsh laugh.

It's already fixed, father, Phillip thought with a smile as he made a gentle pass of the knife so that Rachel's paw rested over his.