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Princess's Tale

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightmask

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The neighborhood was an old one, as some would say. The houses lining its streets were quaint two-story and three-story affairs, set back from the sidewalks with walk-up porches and porch swings on virtually every porch. The passing decades had seen the trees grow large as generations grew up playing beneath them and providing shade and privacy to the homeowners. An otherwise ordinary and average sort of place: ordinary and average that is save for one minor (or perhaps not so minor) exception.

It had begun months prior when the elegant and smartly dressed raccoon had begun walking along its streets to a particular home. Appearing to be in her mid-thirties she had the kind of curves that virtually any female would envy, made all the more striking by the snugness of her attire, drawing the attention of anyone who happened to be driving or walking by. Not that there was much of either sort of traffic in such a sedate setting. The click of her heels on the concrete quickly faded as it was soaked up by the decorative shrubbery that partly screened her and the rest of the street from the homes she passed by.

The closer she got to her destination the slower her pace became, even after months she couldn't help but feel anxious and wish she could just turn and run away. She couldn't though, not if she wished to continue living so once again she steeled herself for what was to come and hurried the rest of the way as she practically dashed up the short walkway and steps onto the porch. Her heart began to race as she stood before the front door, and oversized doggy door taking up much of the bottom of it.

Glancing about at the neighboring houses she hoped no one was home as her dextrous fingers set about unbuttoning her vest right where anyone passing by might see. Embarrassing though it was she couldn't deny her master his wishes, not when she so needed to be with him.

Why did she have to be cursed with Imprinting Syndrome?! Why?! You had better odds of winning the lottery twice in a row than having it and encountering someone that would trigger it. The last thing she'd ever wanted was a mate let alone a male, let alone one she needed to survive. So here she was stripping her way down to bare fur with what shreds of dignity as she could manage, until all that remained were her heels and the collar about her neck. Fashioned of finely crafted links of platinum that wouldn't catch at her fur it was designed never to come off, with a prominent D-ring in the front and a heart-shaped tag with 'PRINCESS' on it dangling from the front.

Trying not to think about anyone who might have seen her humiliating display (and she knew people had seen her in the past) she dropped down onto all fours next to her pile of neatly folded clothes and with a deep breath and sigh butted her head up against the doggy door until the sensor picked up the transponder in her collar and unlocked it and crawled inside. Her rolling hindquarters presented a most enticing view before they disappeared behind the closing door, her tag tinkling lightly as she crawled along the tiled floor, pausing once she was fully inside to lift her head up and sniff at the air as she'd become accustomed to do. A shiver ran down along her spine and set her tail to quivering as she picked up her master's scent washing away her earlier shame from outside and setting her in motion towards the living room where he always met her when she arrived on her arranged day.

For a young man in his twenties Princess couldn't help but think lived like someone much older, for his living room was outfitted with the trappings better suited to an aristocrat's mansion from some old movie or book. Bookcases took up much of the space about the room, with tasteful paintings adorning what wall space wasn't blocked off or taken up by windows or light fixtures. The only modern accoutrement being the impressive wide-screen TV that was across from the couch while an antique coffee table rested in between. Only two sinfully luxurious and well-padded chairs finished things off as they occupied places to the left and right of the couch supporting her impression that her master rarely had company and never in numbers.

As always after all this began she found him sitting on the couch reading a book, a pot of tea and a tray of sandwiches for him to snack on and treats for her. In contrast to what she'd been wearing he was dressed much more casual, reminding her of such males that she abhored like Hugh Hefner in his choice of attire if only because of her position at his feet. The light from the reading lamp highlighted his auburn hair due to her angle in looking up at him, while the book quickly blocked her view of his piercing blue eyes once she was at his feet, tail hiked and resting against her back as she waited impatiently for him to respond to her.

“Ah good, I see you're here Princess," he finally said after several minutes, bookmark finding its way into his book as he closed it and set it aside. “How's my pretty pet been doing?" he asked while leaning forward and reaching down to stroke her head affectionately.

Princess didn't bother to answer since she knew he didn't expect a response from her, she was his pet after all plus she was totally lost in the sensation of his hand touching her, his fingertips playing over her ears and caressing her muzzle from time to time. Oh God but she loved/hated that touch! That plus his scent permeating the air around her left her damp within seconds and butting her head up against his hand while her happy chirring quickly filled the room.

“Such a good pet you are Princess," he said, the praise practically melting her in spite of how badly she wished she could reject things. “Okay Princess, up, up you go," he commanded and patted the couch next to him to which she quickly scrambled up to join her master. In practically no time at all she was curled up on the couch next to him, her head resting in his lap, the scent of him almost overpowering now with her head so close to one of the most potent sources.

Even after months her primitive instincts warred with her modern reason as he started petting her once again, only to include casually caressing her ample bosom and brushing his fingertips around her blood-engorged nipples. The desire to just beg him to mate her was so strong now that she was with him, but the desire to submit and do whatever he wanted was stronger. Closing her eyes Princess gave up fighting against her instincts once again, her thighs rubbing together for the pleasure it could bring before her master gave her a gentle smack on her behind.

“Now now Princess, that's for me to take care of when it's time," he chided her not unkindly causing her to whimper but stop trying to pleasure herself and settle for the pleasure his touch was bringing to her. Master always insisted on more than just breeding her, something that frustrated her on multiple levels. Her instincts were demanding she mate and mate now while her mind wanted to get things over with quickly so she could go back to being normal again, or at least as normal as she could be while slave to instincts she never knew she had.

There wasn't any way for her to tell how long she lay there like that, her master's hands stroking and caressing and exploring her like she'd neither allowed nor desired anyone else to do to her. It could have easily been an hour or more as she settled down and lost herself in the experience, becoming more the contented animal than the business woman she'd been. She perked up immediately though once her spoke:

“Okay Princess ready to show off?" he asked and she sat up immediately, rising up on her hands like a dog perking up at his master's words, eagerly nodding before crawling down onto the floor and around the coffee table to the open area beyond it like she had so many times before. She had to fight to keep from swatting something with her tail as it wagged about behind her and causing her backside to wiggle back and forth along with it. With her hands and knees a little more than her shoulder's length apart she knelt as still as she could manage while her master got up from the couch and came over to where she waited, the smell of her musk growing in the air due to the fanning by her tail and her spread legs making it easy to evaporate her ever-replenishing dew and spread it about.

“Such excellent lines you have Princess," he told her, eyes delighting in roaming over her every succulent curve as he took his time walking around her, always glad for the chance to inspect his prize. When he reached up between her legs to give her furred mound a gentle squeeze she moaned and nearly orgasmed just from that bit of contact. It was more than just to prove his ownership of her though, as he brought his hand up to his face to inhale deeply of the rich aroma of his treasured pet, something that he always made sure she could see. Tasting of her juices he dropped his hand down once done and held it before her face for her to lick his hand clean, with each finger being drawn into her muzzle to suckle and lap along in unconscious mimicry of what she really wanted in her mouth before finishing up with his palm and planting a kiss on it in parting.

“Look Princess a treat, beg for it Princess beg!"

Without hesitation Princess rose up onto her knees and held her hands like a begging dog before her, tail swishing across the floor while she chirruped and bounced around causing her heavy white-furred breasts to jiggle in the most pleasing fashion. She kept it up and whimpered until he tossed her the treat which she snapped eagerly out of the air.

“Good Princess, good pet," he quickly praised her and patted her on the head to go along with it. Gathering a few more treats he alternated amongst having her beg and roll over and other common pet tricks. Much as she hated to admit it she loved performing for him, it gave her a sense of satisfaction she'd never felt from anything else she'd ever done in life. It was also heating her up like the ritual mating displays many animals performed to arouse and prepare their mates, having just enough rational thought to recognize how her performance was helping to turn on her master.

“Ready for your special treat Princess?" he asked, his voice thickened by his own growing arousal since only the dead would have failed to be turned on by her shameless performance. Princess didn't waste any time nodding and moving back to all fours and gazing up at him expectantly struggling to remain in place and let him decide when she could receive it. She didn't have long to wait as he closed the few steps between them and drew her head to his crotch, the other hand undoing his belt so he could guide her muzzle into his waistband where she eagerly drew his hard shaft into her mouth.

Such exposure to his concentrated scent was beyond intoxicating, she welcomed having it where the only thing she could breathe was her master's musk, it removed all her concerns and inhibitions and she bobbed her head up and down along his shaft with passionate abandon. Her entire world became her master's shaft in her mouth, his scent in her nostrils, and his hand pressed into the fur on her head.

With every bob of her head her tongue swirled around his shaft, washing away the day's sweat and leaving the taste of him on her tongue. She was long since familiar with every contour of his shaft but welcomed exploring it once again, the well-traveled path never ceasing to please the raccoon. From time to time when she could briefly get her need under control she'd pause and simply let his shaft rest against her tongue so she could feel the beat of his heart through it, knowing that it was beating for her.

Princess could tell her master was getting close once he took hold of both of her ears, gently but firmly gripping them to take control of her bobbing. She barely had time to prepare herself even then as he held her muzzle all the way down his member, almost reaching the back of her mouth and spraying his seed against the back of her throat. Her mouth filled with the slimy proceeds of his climax, holding off on swallowing to let it wash over her tongue and leave her with the taste of it as a proper pet should. She remained like that until he'd softened and released her left ear to pat her on the head and as she'd been trained finally swallowed it and cleaned his member off before she was drawn away.

“Ah but you've gotten so good at that Princess," her master told her, praising her once again. “Such a nice appetizer before the main course."

The main course! Oh God but just the thought of that and getting to finally satisfy her need left her wet enough to drip on his carpet, it also left her ashamed she got so wet at the thought. The shame didn't last long though once he snapped his fingers and she promptly turned around to present her rear quarters to him, knees wide apart and pressing her chest into the carpet, making herself as available as possible once he was ready. It was obvious how eager she was to be bred, her folds were engorged and puffed out and her fur soaked with her wetness.

The wait while her master disrobed was excruciating, but he loved the feel of her fur against his skin and she knew he wasn't going to give up that opportunity. It was also confusing that she wished she could watch as he stripped down as well, some part of her loved watching his nicely toned body when he was naked, he moved with such precision she actually blushed beneath her fur as she remembered all the other times she was free to watch.

When he gripped her backside she knew he was finally ready, his grip was firmer than before, kneading and spreading the twin globes of her ample, furred cheeks. Even though he'd done it dozens of times before she still felt flush as he gazed upon the most intimate parts of her, thumbs rubbing at her tight rear pucker. A shiver ran along her spine to be seen so shamefully displayed, to actually want to be so shamefully displayed for someone, to welcome it when she felt him sliding his newly-hardened shaft inside her slick passage as it relieved her from the confusion of emotions and thoughts and left her free of all of that. All that she could do was live in the moment, the moment of her master finally breeding her as she so badly needed.

She loved it that he held himself inside of her to start, it felt so right to have his manhood stretching her and penetrating deep to her core as it did. A virile younger male wanted her in spite of how she felt about males and being nearly 15 years his senior, her instincts were singing as he gave her what she wanted. Without even thinking about it she wrapped her tail around his waist in an unconscious sign of affection, just before he leaned forward hands sliding through the fur along her sides so as to cover her. The difference in their heights became apparent as a result, her master being a good head shorter than her along with being her junior by over a decade.

A contented sigh escaped her once he was completely on top of her, his chest pressing against her back, a firm and comforting weight that only added to her pleasure. Once his hands worked between her breasts and the carpet so he could cup and squeeze the fleshy mounds she settled into a throaty chirring that left her entire chest vibrating. He squeezed and fondled them like a child with a well-loved toy, his breath hot against her neck as he inhaled her own musk finding it a joy to his own senses as well.

Once he settled into place on top of her he didn't hesitate to begin mating Princess with all the vigor her body so needed, each thrust driving him deep into her clinging depths, folds drawn out and pushed back in each time he entered her. A rhythmic dance that had been danced by so many since the dawn of time, a dance she never thought she'd ever engage in but one that she couldn't do without. Her body sang a song that turned a duet into a symphony, a song she never thought she'd sing but one she couldn't truly remember what it was like before the tune began to play along every nerve in her body.

There was no way for Princess to tell how long her Master had been on top of her and exercising his mating privileges on her oh-so-willing and needy body, her senses totally locked onto him and the pleasure filling him to the exclusion of all else. She submitted totally to her body's chosen mate, her passion-slicked walls caressing every micrometer of his shaft, his every deep and passionate thrust driving her to new heights of pleasure. Every time he filled her her walls tightened around him not wanting to let him out, wanting to hold him there for eternity, to always have that feeling of completeness only he could bring to her.

She knew the stars had aligned once again for her when her master dug his fingers into her heavy breasts, the nails digging through the fur into her flesh while his teeth bit into her neck, as if she needed more reminders who she belonged to but it served to signal his climax was near and fan the flames of her passion hotter than the hottest star. Almost hot enough to match her master's burning desire for her as pounded her even faster, pounded her with his balls smacking against her throbbing clit until his pace suddenly shifted to slower yet even harder thrusts as he orgasmed, pumping her full of his seed as it drove her over the edge, her climax synced with his as her instincts linked her with her master at a level none without her condition could match.

Princess would have collapsed flat to the carpet by the time things had run their course between her and master, so limp was she from the delirious release of her tensions save it would have caused her master to be drawn from within her and even as blissfully contented as she was she wasn't about to let that happen. All she cared to do was rest there with her master's comforting weight on top of her, which was good for her as he was just as interested in resting upon her and savoring their continued union, the press of her thick yet soft fur against his chest, legs, and everywhere else they met and her inner walls still clasping him as his shaft was in no hurry to soften and leave that perfect sheath that clasped it so ardently. So out of it was she that she almost didn't even hear her master's words when he finally spoke, breaking the silence with words she never thought to hear.

“I think it's time for you to stay the weekend Princess."