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Phillip and Rachel let their afternoon together drag on pleasantly, the young suitor's sore muscles loosening in the hot water as they bathed together again. But even with the enjoyable time, the princess couldn't help but feel anxious for the evening to draw in. She wanted to feel what it was like to fall asleep tied to her handsome prince.

Wanting to be good and ready for their coupling, the lovers spent the rest of the evening playing cards with Rachel's attendants after dinner as the friendly group tried to find out more about Phillip. After all, if the suitor was accepted by the royal family, they would become his attendants as well...

"What do you mean you've never had servants, young master? You're father's as posh as they come from what I've seen," A smiling feline chuckled as he took the trick.

"Well, my father's actually been a bit of a scrimper when it comes to luxury," Phillip replied as he tried to remember which suit was trump this round, "Most of what he spent money on was for appearances as much as our own benefit. I'm afraid I might be a bit of a poor prince when it comes to that sort of thing."

"No complaining from the likes of us about less work, eh?" An attendant laughed as he dealt the next hand, "But don't hesitate to use Her Highness's line if you need something, Master Roarch."

"Please, just Phillip; I can hardly get used to all this 'young master' business," the tamaskan smiled as he picked up his cards then frowned as he saw his hand, "I've always detested my surname. Honestly I consider losing it a considerable boon if I get to marry Rachel."

"A name's a legacy, Master Phillip," Millicent replied as she led the next trick, "Don't be too hasty to abandon the life your family gave you."

Phillip nodded thoughtfully, "Well, it can't be helped either way, can it? And I still won't be losing too much sleep over having Rachel's surname instead of what sounds like somebody losing a fight with their bitter from the night before."

Everyone shared a good laugh at that, and Phillip felt Rachel's hind paw rest casually over his as the card game spun on. One of the attendants eventually won the prize of the last serving of trifle, and as the hour was becoming late it seemed as good a time as any to retire. The servants wished the couple a good night as they left to go back to Rachel's chambers, her dress already pushing forward in anticipation of their slumber together.

"Will it always...ungh...be as good as this?" Rachel panted into Phillip's neck as his knot pulsed in her.

"I think we'll...be able to figure out how to keep things...interesting," Phillip growled back affectionately as he hugged her tighter. He ran a paw over her thigh as she lay wrapped around him, a thick pillow under his side so he wouldn't put too much pressure on her trapped leg underneath him.

"I love feeling your heartbeat," Rachel gasped as she began ejaculating again, her penis trapped between their bodies, "I love you..."

Phillip kissed her deeply as her semen pooled under their muzzles, washing them in sugary decadence. He tried not to orgasm, wanting to keep his knot swollen for as long as possible as they cuddled together under the covers. He could smell her essence working into his fur, their scents mingling together as they lay tied for the night. He dared Rachel's dreams to frighten her while they were like this, their sensuous knotting keeping them held together as sleep began to overtake them.

But coincidentally, that was the night when Rachel finally finished her nightmare...

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Rachel's nightmare (warning: violent imagry and sexual assault)

Mildewed, stone walls greeted Rachel's dream-blurred vision, and as her sight became clearer, she saw an enormous machine in front of her. It was all brass and tubes, its stillness and silhouette making it appear like a giant, frozen ant with curious bulges and devices fanning out from its center.

She struggled to move and realized she was naked and that her arms and legs were bound, but even more horrifying, she saw an extension of the machine laying underneath her. There was some cruel purpose to the device, and she called out for help and to be freed as she continued to struggle against the restraints that held her arms at her sides and her legs splayed apart where she stood.

"I demand to be released!" She screamed at the machine and the dripping prison walls, "I will have whoever is responsible for this executed painfully!"

"You have no power here," A hissing jeer came from behind the machine, "The pretty little princess on show for all the world to see...They know what you are now...mhmm..." The shadowy figure stepped from behind the device, but his face appeared to jitter too fast for the eye to understand.

"Good!" Rachel yelled back, "I'm proud of this!" She thrust her hips defiantly at the shadow, "I'm not a slave to my gender anymore!"

"An interesting choice of words your highness..." The figure giggled hysterically, "Because a slave is exactly what your little lawyer has become to your...mmm gender..." He operated some unseen controls and Phillip appeared from a trapdoor in front and to the right of Rachel. His limbs were tied to an oddly shaped iron chair, and his mouth was gagged. Every part of his partially-clothed body was clamped down except for his fluffy tail, which was bound up over his back.

"Let him go!" Rachel screamed as he looked at her with raw terror pouring out of his chocolate eyes, "Please! Don't hurt him! Phillip!" She struggled harder against her bindings.

"Oh, but I'm not going to be the one hurting him, princess," the shadow sneered, "You're the one who's going to be doing that."

The mechanism underneath Rachel opened and a guide-arm sprang up against her female sex. She felt the arm begin shaking as a rubber phallus was drawn vertically towards her cleft, and watched as Phillip's remaining clothes were torn from his seated body by needles and pincers.

"Stop! Don't do this..." She begged frantically, "Please...Phillip, I'm sorry. Help us, somebody help us!"

"Mhmhmm, nobody to help you now!" the shadow laughed maniacally and made the machine sprout more appendages. A giant tube slid forward towards Rachel, and a smaller one slithered towards Phillip.

She gasped in pain as the rising phallus finally began pressing into her, the cold rubber formed into a cruel mockery of Phillip's member. There was no joyous sensation or caress to dull the pain as the rubberized knot was forced into her, and she screamed against the repellant bliss as it began ejecting hot fluid into her womb.

The spindled tube reached her sheath and mercilessly drew out her penis with autonomous efficiency, clamping a strange metal ring around the base of her cock as it began stroking her flaccidity with internal mechanisms.

A similar device attached onto Phillip's sheath, and the horrified princess could see his own length sucked out through gaps in the metal bars. He struggled without effect against the chair, and Rachel could see now that it was modeled on the masturbation device she had been forced to use before she met him.

Another phallus shaped like a smaller version of her own equine penis appeared underneath the bound tamaskan, and pressed against his pucker while he shook his head violently. Even though he was gagged, Rachel could hear his voice in her head screaming for mercy as it sprayed sour lubricant against his tail hole.

"Don't be afraid, princess," The shadow jeered as he wound the machine's massive spring, "You're going to get to 'make love' to your suitor, mhmm? Just not in the way you would expect...hm hmm hmmm." He chuckled darkly and activated the devices attached to them.

Rachel felt her penis hardening as the phallus inside of her began vibrating, and she wrenched her arms at the chained restraints trying to do anything to stay flaccid. She saw that the device attached to her would begin driving the imitation of her penis into Phillip as it expanded around her own length, but she couldn't do anything to stop the intense stimulation to her sexes.

By the time she was at her fully erect size, the rubber version of her flare was inside of Phillip, and he kicked desperately against the clamps holding him to the chair. He pleaded with his eyes for Rachel to do something, and his voice in her head just became a cacophony of pained gasps. He retched violently as the device attached to his cock began stimulating him as well, but his penis remained flaccid even as the sensation forced his precum to flow into the machine.

Rachel was appalled at the events, but she was at her full size now, and she prayed that the imitation of her maleness wouldn't press any farther into the whimpering tamaskan. Then the machine began stroking her faster, and she felt an unwelcome orgasm ripple through the fear.

She screamed and bucked her hips into the machine, but almost nothing came out of her flare. A sickening swelling sensation took over her sexes, and she shivered as she saw her penis growing larger. She couldn't ejaculate with the ring around her cock, forcing her testicles to take on the fluid as a meager sputter of her semen managed to climb out of her tip to roll through the openings in the mechanisms.

Rachel looked over at Phillip and felt her stomach turn over as the machine interpreted her growing erection and forced the phallus farther into him. His eyes widened and the princess could hear his spine cracking under the strain of trying to arch his back away from the chair, his flaccid penis still being wrestled violently by the tube around his length. They were sexually united by a mechanical aberration, their orgasms only fueling their panic as each climax was sucked out of their bodies.

The stimulation continued, more hot liquid ejecting into her vagina and forcing her body to experience pleasure. She tried to plead with the shadow to make it stop, but her begging only elicited more cruel giggling. She couldn't speak as another unbidden orgasm pulsed through her sexes, forcing another few inches into Phillip as his mouth foamed around the gag in pain.

"Phillip, I'm sorry!" She sobbed at the tamaskan, "Don't make me do this! Don't make me hurt him! Stop PLEASE!"

There was no answer, only increased speed from the machine as it swelled her penis even larger than her body. She looked with horror at her once beautiful penis as the subtle veins turned into throbbing ropes around the steely-hard, ebony skin. Her testicles swelled to the size of cartwheels, forcing her legs even farther apart as the machine began thrusting the phallus into her.

"It's too big!" She gasped as another climax screwed through her loins, "Make it stop, don't make me cum again!" Her body was washed in the heat of unwanted pleasure, her vagina saturated with boiling fluid as it spurted around the rubber knot throbbing inside of her, "Don't make me do this to him..." she wept as she watched the phallus hilt against Phillip's tail hole.

But the machine wasn't finished. As it continued forcing Rachel to grow larger, it began pumping the equine shape into Phillip even as it strangled a flaccid orgasm from his shivering body.

She was raping Phillip. She was raping her prince.

He turned his head with the gag in his muzzle bubbling a sickening pink foam and his eyes streaming agonized tears. The once rich irises were blood-red and his voice echoed in her mind as a sustained retching sound.

"I'm sorry..." She sobbed as her body climaxed against her will and forced her cock to swell to the size of a motor carriage, "Phillip, I'm sorry...help me..." The fluids trapped within her testicles were aching. She was full of fire and lust to ejaculate, the need almost drowning out her fear as the ring around her cock continued to choke her.

A curtain behind the machine lifted and she saw a faceless crowd jeering at the spectacle, cat-calls and laughs overpowering the sounds of her cries for help.

"Don't watch me doing this!" The screamed into the din, "It's killing him...it's making me kill him...stop...I'm begging you...I'm sorry, Phillip...please."

Phillip had collapsed against the sensation and pain of his penetration, but opened one bleary eye to see the crowd as his still soft penis ejaculated again for their amusement.

He began rocking slowly, his motions pushing the equine phallus even harder into his rectum. Rachel couldn't understand why he would do that as a trickle of blood erupted around his gag while he coughed under the strain. But then she saw with disbelief that he was rocking the chair with him, his toe-claws digging into the floor as the phallus pumped harder and deeper.

"Don't do this, Phillip!" She screamed, "I'm sorry for what I am! Forgive me, don't do this!"

She saw Phillip struggling to smile around the gag even as his body repelled the sensations assaulting his insides. He shook his head at her and the whimper of his voice in her mind became clearer, "I...love you...Rachel..."

She sobbed all the harder as he managed to tip the chair forward, the equine phallus still lodged within him even as one of the arms of the chair shattered. The crowd mockingly cheered him on as he scraped his paw along the stones, crawling towards her and leaving a small bloody smear in the wake of the screeching metal of the chair.

Rachel was hysterical with hope and agony as he reached the small puddle of her fluids that managed to work through the ring binding her cock, and he paused for a moment to tear the gag from his mouth.

"Don't ever...apologize," He rasped as he tugged the restraints from his other limbs, "You're a part of me now...we're a part of each other." His words were cut off by a coughing heave as he pulled the phallus from his body, but he managed to stand shakily, "You can destroy...the machine..." he collapsed back to the floor as he tugged the release buckle on the ring around her penis.

She felt a gripping pain throb through her testicles as she bucked her hips, the agonizing sensation of the swollen masses trying to draw back inside of her to orgasm. Rachel choked against the scorching heat of her semen as it jetted out of her impossibly massive penis, the gushing spray tearing the device from her male sex.

Her hips thrust into her mighty ejaculation, triumphant sprays of her nectar ejecting the phallus from her vagina, and she heard Phillip whispering encouragement as the machine buckled before the flood of her juices.

The shadow and the machine were torn apart in the torrent of her orgasm, and even the jeering crowd was washed away by the sustained stream of hot cum. She felt her penis shrinking as her balls released her backed-up fluids, and she felt the chains around her arms hiss away so she could fall to the floor.

Her penis throbbed back to the shape she had come to love, and she crawled over to Phillip's huddled form as her climax continued. She saw his tongue slowly lick around his muzzle once her semen poured over his face, and his own erection began to grow as he opened his eyes and stretched onto his back.

"You did it," he rasped as his irises faded back to their chocolaty-brown.

"We did it," Rachel whimpered as she straddled his quivering hips, "You saved me, my handsome prince," she tearfully stroked at his fur as she settled onto his cock.

"...part of each other..." he smiled as his knot went back where it belonged...