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One, two, three turn and step, two, three...don't think about it, just follow the music, two, three...

This wasn't so bad, really, and Phillip's beautiful princess looked even more ravishing as she danced with him, her paw in his, the other on his shoulder. They spun in slow circles with a gracefulness uncommon to Phillip's usual gait, and he was even the one leading now.

Then he stepped on her toes again.

"Bother...damn. I'm sorry again, Rachel..." Phillip blurted as he stepped back.

"Oh, leave it," Rachel chuckled as she rubbed the pads of her hind paw over the sore one, "You're getting much better, and that's just from tonight. I think you almost made it through the whole song this time."

As if on cue, the gramophone squeaked and fell silent as the cylinder ended.

"In fact, I think it's high time we had dinner, what do you think?" She asked as she glanced at the clock; they had danced well through suppertime.

"Probably for the best," Phillip frowned apologetically, "You're not going to be able to walk soon with me flattening your paws."

"I said leave it, that's an order," Rachel grinned as she kissed him, "You can make it up to me by helping me get more comfortable for dinner." She swayed her hips suggestively.

"Speaking of which," Phillip began as he knelt in front of her, "Couldn't you wear a dress to the festival like your cousin's? That way you wouldn't even have to worry about it."

Rachel looked at him appreciatively, but shook her head, "I'm afraid the princess can only be seen in the latest styles, but it would be nice," She toyed with his ears thoughtfully.

Phillip looked back with sympathy as he reached up her dress to undo the fastenings holding back her sheath. He buckled the straps on the opposite side so they wouldn't swing around her legs, rubbing his cheek affectionately against the bulge under her dress as she sighed in relief.

"Mmm," Rachel hummed, but stopped as she felt her flare emerging, "Now, now," she patted his head, "Dinner first, you eager prince."

They walked paw-in-paw out toward Rachel's private dining room, Phillip trying to stride with a little better posture and grace from their time dancing. It wasn't really coming through...

"You look like you have to use the loo, Phillip," Rachel giggled at his efforts.

The tamaskan grinned and resumed his normal gait, "I guess it's a good thing I'm staying all week, then. I want everybody to look at us and say, 'there goes the princess's and her suitor,'" he waved his paw dramatically, "instead of 'cor, blimey...did that nonce just fall in the punchbowl...again?'"

Rachel put her arm around his waist and hugged him from the side as she laughed, "It would be ideal if you didn't cause an absolute scene," her voice turned serious, "But...promise me you won't change too much, Phillip? I love you just the way you are, clumsiness and all."

Phillip kissed the side of her head, "I don't think even Sir Linus will be able to keep me from tripping up the steps once in a while," he chuckled, "But it would be nice to not get thrown out of the palace for bashing into everybody at the dance."

"Don't worry about that," Rachel pressed her muzzle into his shoulder, "Not even my father is going to take you away from me," she sighed as they entered her dining room.

The area was small, most likely a converted bedroom, but pleasantly decorated. Around the long table in the middle sat a few of Rachel's servants, idly chatting as they finished their dinner.

"Good evening everyone," Rachel tittered as she moved to her seat, playfully shoving Phillip away as he moved to pull out her chair, "And this handsome git is Master Phillip, esquire."

"Good evening, your highness, young master," the various members called cheerily as Phillip abashedly took a seat next to her.

"Thank you, Millicent," Rachel said to an lady mouse as she set the princess and her suitor their meal.

"You're welcome, milady. Oh, are your new underthings still holding up?" she asked, spying the tell-tale bulge of her dress.

"Very well," Rachel smiled as she took a bite, "It's barely a trifle when they're fastened thanks to you, but I think Phillip and I have done enough dancing for the night."

"Ah, you are taking her highness to the festival, young master?" Millicent asked happily as she poured glasses of wine for the couple.

Phillip nodded with a grin and twitching ears, "Although, I made a rather large fool of myself when the Princess asked if I could stay here to prepare for it." He hid his blush behind his glass as it was handed to him.

Phillip had everybody chuckling as he recounted the story with dramatic flare, getting a particularly large laugh as he used his knife to represent his lock-kneed fall. He liked these people, and the fact that they were all aware of Rachel's gender made him feel a certain camaraderie with them as he laughed at himself. He felt welcomed even more as some of the others told their embarrassing stories, although it seemed Phillip had managed to top them all, unsurprisingly.

Soon, Rachel and the Prince were alone again, the others excusing themselves to perform their various evening duties. They all made sure to wish Phillip good luck, and assured him not to feel too bad about the situation. Phillip could see why Rachel considered them her friends.

"There's just something about you, Phillip," Rachel smirked as took a bite of chocolate mousse, "You make people happy to feel embarrassed."

"I guess I've just had a lot of practice," he hummed contentedly as he sampled his dessert, "Everybody does stupid things some times, and it's more fun to laugh about them later than try to act like it never happened. Although, I think I could do with a little less frequency on my part."

Rachel smiled as she watched him enjoy the fluffed chocolate. It reminded her of him, in a way; Sweet and soft, but with unexpected body and depth. She grinned as she felt her dress begin lifting from around her ankles.

"So tell me, Phillip, what do you say to a nice evening in?" She tensed herself to make her dress tent up faster.

"That sounds good to me, sweetheart," he replied and looked over to her, his eyes widening as he saw her growing erection, "cor...Is it just me, or is your dress looking particularly nice tonight?" He grinned as pushed his seat back to stand up.

The couple hurried back to Rachel's room, giggling as they pawed at each other's clothes. They locked the door and quickly undressed, eager to press their erections together as they locked muzzles.

However it seemed best lie down a bit to let their meal settle before they had sex again, and Rachel quickly tugged him over to the bed so they could relax. Still, they couldn't help but stroke each other gently as they looked into each others' eyes, chatting quietly.

"I've been wondering, does it hurt when you...erm, get hit in the stones?" Phillip asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"Extremely," Rachel shuddered as she ran a paw over her swelling pubic fur, "And since we've been on the topic of embarrassment, the closest time I was to being revealed was when I was playing in the courtyard as a little girl." She winced at the memory, "So be sure to keep your knees to yourself at the dance."

Phillip cradled her testicles gently, "You don't have to tell me twice, I shouldn't have even asked." He moved his paw lower to toy with her clitoris before her scrotum covered it.

Rachel murred happily at his touch, "I like it when you ask me about things like that. I never get to talk about myself in this way."

Phillip smiled as he felt along her length, her balls now pulsing gently in the way of her cleft, "Do you still get an erection when you're in heat?"

"Like you wouldn't believe, I can't leave my room for a week," she grimaced again at the unhappy memories, "The sterility tinctures help a bit with the mating desire if I take them, but I can't get back into my sheath for a week either way. It'll just flop around under my dress, and I leak the whole time."

Phillip's penis throbbed with lusty thoughts of the next spring, hoping that she would let him take the contraceptives for their first estrus together, "Do you get turned on by other females during it?" Phillip asked with a glance at Erica's room.

"Hmm," Rachel furrowed her brow trying to remember, "A little bit I think. Erica's is so short I don't see her during hers; you know how she is," they shared a grin at the thought of the curvy squirrel who was presumably having her second threesome in a day.

"Speaking of which, has anyone with your gender married a female?" Phillip asked as he went back to stroking her testicles.

"Not that I know of," She hummed as his touch and their talk was starting to make her anxious to get to their lovemaking, "No one close enough to the crown to have my gender could get away with it without revealing the secret, I'm pretty sure."

"I probably should've figured that," Phillip chuckled, "I told you I can't think well when you keep all the blood in my cock for too long."

Rachel giggled as she rolled onto him, "Well, I guess we had better take care of that then, hmm?" She thrust her pulsing erection at his muzzle as she straddled him, a steady trickle of precum gurgling down the taught surface of her ebony member.

Phillip eagerly lapped away at her flare as she began settling back onto his cock, the aftertaste of his dessert mixing divinely with her slightly sweetened fluid. He strained to keep tasting her as she sat on his erection, her dripping female sex forcing a reflexive buck of his hips.

He gently massaged her massive testicles as she worked her hips slowly on his member, her paws wrapped behind her head as she arched into him with graceful thrusts. Rachel played with keeping herself tensed as long as she could, feeling her erection harden and a tingling warmth throttle through her shaft.

Phillip was enraptured by the sight, her angled penis pulsing above him and her small, perky breasts heaving behind it. Perhaps the most erotic quality was her face as she thrust forward, her ears jittering in an frenzy of sensation and her eyes closing in bliss. He hoped that he could sketch her like this without ruining the back of his drawing pad, and drank in her image as she thrust forward to harden herself again.

Their salacious conversation had them both close to climax already, so it wasn't long before Rachel twisted her elbows up higher with her paws held behind her neck, trying to orgasm simply by flexing her penis. She yipped ecstatically as Phillip continued to rub her constricting testicles, showering him with her semen as she watched her length pounding with each delightful gush.

Phillip coughed and sputtered in blissful gasps as her honey-like fluid poured over his face, drinking her as fast as his orgasmic breaths would allow.

Feeling her ejaculations slow, and with Phillip's decadently rushing into her, Rachel finally took hold of her fiery penis and stroked out the rest of her climax, the aching sensation from not touching herself resolving into the satisfaction of release.

Rachel put her arms back behind her head to catch her breath, grinning at the soaked torso and face of her lover. She watched him as he happily licked her fluids from his muzzle, her penis slowly laying on his chest as she softened.

Phillip grabbed it gently and helped work out any remainder of the nectarous liquid, feeling the throbbing beat within the ebony length slow and pull back towards her sheath.

"Remind me to ask for my father to send along my sketchbooks tomorrow," Phillip smiled as he finally allowed her flare to return to her sheath, "I'm going to draw you so that you can see how amazing you are like that."

Rachel murred excitedly as she continued to straddle him, feeling the trickling sensation of his penis pulling out of her on its own, "I would've thought that my cock would block out my face from that angle," she chuckled.

"No, it was perfect, right when it was closest to you, right when you were about to cum," Phillip assured her with a sigh, "It was...magical."

Rachel flopped next to him to cuddle up to her favorite artist, "Just promise me you'll be careful with the drawings? I want everyone to see me how you do, but they won't understand..." She whispered with anxious affection.

Phillip tilted his head onto hers, "I planned to just keep them here anyway; they're for you and anyone else you want to show," he suddenly started giggling.

"What's so funny?" She smirked.

"I'm worried that Erica might be a little too fond of them, and I'm not sure if drawing paw-off material for your maid is very princely," he replied with another snort of laughter.

Rachel giggled and pulled him closer, "You should see what she has in there already, we only just started masturbating around each other after all."

The couple laughed together as they held each other, feeling the satisfaction of their warmth and the mental image of Erica fingering herself to Phillip's drawing...

The night was still relatively young, and the couple were still refreshed by their nap earlier. So, they passed the time listening to music and playing draughts, making it more interesting by having the winner earn the right to orgasm onto the other. Phillip almost tried to play to lose, but he was rather good at draughts.

"King me!" He laughed defiantly as he double-jumped into the crown row.

"Ohh, you're going to win again..." Rachel groaned with a shaky paw over her eyes, her pulsing erection making her shiver, "We're playing chess next; I'm dying over here..." She irritatedly fluffed out the fur of her breasts, which was becoming quite matted from Phillip's semen.

"Fair enough," Phillip smirked, he wasn't nearly as good at chess, "You can even have a freebie after this game if you like." He couldn't keep a note of hopefullness out of his voice.

Rachel huffed with grin, "I agreed to the conditions of our game, and a princess always honors her word," she winced as her testicles churned with an indignant ache, "And I have an idea for how to make it even more interesting." She moved one of her pieces without really thinking about it, expecting it was better to just get it over with quickly.

"Ooh, I like the sound of that," Phillip smiled as he jumped another one, "What's the idea?"

"Well, each person gets to lick the other for the value of the piece they take," Rachel quickly moved again, shuddering against the urge to stroke herself. "That way it keeps things more desperate." It was rather fun being aroused for this long, the intensity only increasing as she watched Phillip paw off over her.

Phillip grinned lustily, that did sound interesting, "How about we just go right to chess then? I'm getting a little raw anyway," he frowned slightly at his own throbbing erection, "Although you'll have to tell me the values, I haven't played chess in a while."

Now it was Rachel's turn to grin lustily, she was going to enjoy letting him get her all nice and lubricated for when she pawed off into his face. The couple quickly set up the chessboard next to the bed, Rachel explaining the value of each piece and some of the minor rules Phillip had forgotten.

Phillip graciously allowed Rachel to go first, and the game quickly began.

Taking pawns took a pleasantly long time, both lovers dragging out their single, sensuous lick with eager smiles. However, it appeared Rachel wasn't quite as good at chess as Phillip had thought...

"Are you sure you're better at this than checkers?" Phillip asked as he saw her put her queen in danger of his own, "I mean, that's nine points you said, right?" He asked as he picked up her piece and set it to the side of the table.

"Ohh, damn," Rachel sighed with a mysterious glimmer in her eye, "I guess I can't think either if you keep all the blood in my cock for this long."

Phillip shrugged apologetically and crawled forward to run his tongue around her flare, taking luxuriously long strokes down her shaft which was already glistening from her precum.

"Mmm, that was excellent Phillip, and well timed too," Rachel murred as he finished and leaned back, his own precum dribbling rapidly from tasting her.

"Oh yeah?" He asked nervously as his erection bounced against his tummy.

"Yes, because I believe this game goes to me," Rachel chuckled as she took his rook with her bishop and checkmated him, "And now I get to be all nice and hard from licking you before I make you regret forcing me to wait this long." She hummed giddily as she crouched to run her muzzle up his penis, taking her time to enjoy her own erection as it twitched anxiously against her sternum.

Phillip couldn't help but laugh at the situation, rolling onto his back as she sent buzzing joy through his member. At least he wouldn't have to try to lose anymore to see one of her fantastic orgasms.

Rachel knelt in front of him and quickly began stroking herself, her aching penis resisting against her attempts to point it at his reclining form, "Sit up, my prince. Fair is fair."

With another chuckle, Phillip quickly took a similar position, helping her to stay lubricated by smearing more of her rapidly flowing precum around her length as she stroked. He had been using it to masturbate himself, after all.

"R...ready?" Rachel gasped as her overswollen testicles pressed up heavily. Phillip didn't have time to respond as a mighty burst of her female semen gushed into his chest, almost throwing him back. Rachel yelped in euphoric triumph, her tongue lolling out as she spurted voluminously into Phillip's waiting mouth. She had built up quite a bit from all the foreplay, and coated almost his entire chest before falling back under the shuddering pleasure of her release. She hugged her still pulsing member as she humped up vigorously, sending erotic splatters behind her when she didn't catch them in her own mouth.

"Cum on me..." She moaned as her spurts began to slow, "order you to...cum...," her hips still bucking under the throes of her orgasm. Phillip quickly wiped some more of her semen from his fur, relieved that he didn't have to bear the ache in his own testicles any longer. The sight of her vagina gushing hot streams of her nectar at him had almost thrown him into his own orgasm anyway.

His ejaculations rapidly joined her own, making her yip in pleasure as the boiling spurts fell against her ventral bulge, her penis unwilling to soften until the very last drop of her seed was out.

She finally let go of her tingling member as the hot waves of contentment rushed over her, Phillip's ecstatic growls and fluids making her shuffle happily.

"That," Rachel gasped as she stroked her shrinking flaccidity, "Was a fun game."

Phillip sighed in his release and dropped next to her, "I rather liked the finale best, myself," he giggled and curled against her, gently massaging her member as it slunk back to it's sheath.

"Next time, I'm not going to go so easy on you," Rachel grinned wearily as she kissed his soaked muzzle, "But I don't think I could've played another round," she pawed gently at her buzzing sexes.

"I was getting worn out as well to be honest," He yawned to emphasize the point.

His yawning was contagious, and the two lovers crawled to the top of the bed to wriggle under the covers together.

"Sorry I can't...knot you tonight," Phillip sighed apologetically as he felt his eyes closing.

"Advantage of have...having you here all week," Rachel chuckled sleepily as she cuddled closer to him, feeling the sticky warmth of her own fluids in his fur. Just another thing to look forward to tomorrow...