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This is both a challenge and a pleasure to write and work with a master of his craft.

Planning and editing are done by kchishol1970.

This is a continuation from Danath and then Amethyst Mare's work.

Young Wives Tale

Sylvia lounged back luxuriously on the plush cushions provided to the audience in the chamber. The lioness was especially anxious to see the proceedings. Everyone was completely nude except for little silk bow-ties, some wore cuffs at their wrists. An array of breasts complemented the tiny decorations and enhanced the atmosphere of the event.

Horace slid into place next to her. The burly bear placing his own bowtie on. He stroked her back amiably as she purred in response.

"So, our little mouse is going to put on a grand show for us tonight. You talked him into it?" The bear whispered into her ear. His hushed voice clenched her insides with a promise of what the rest of him could do. A smile tugged at the sides of her mouth as she thought of reaching for his already massive erection and taking her pleasure now. However, she wanted to see what was going to take place first.

"Yes, he's a good man and it took some convincing. I think he's finally ready for a..." She paused, thinking of the correct word. "...release."

Horace studied the environment. The large chamber in the palace was swathed in black and white cloths. The decorative sconces on the walls held a varying degree of candles giving the affair a formal appearance. Velvet cushions were supplied by the staff and rings for seating were elevated gradually so that no matter where one sat, they would be able to see the center of the room and all that transpired in it.

The bear trailed a claw down Sylvia's thigh and enjoyed the shivers that ran up her frame.

John stood outside of the chamber doors with Robin and a few of the other girls from the Harem.

"I'm excited! Are you still keeping it a secret though?" The wolf's eyes sparkled as she looked up and down the mouse's body. He only wore a bow-tie as well.

"Yes, Robin. Now please go in with the others and have a seat." he responded, but gave her an appreciative pat on the rump.

Sylvia watched as the girls trailed in along with some members of the staff. There was plenty of room for everyone and some extra after that. Jahaliyans always made sure to leave extra room for personal activities.

Everyone took their seat and eyed the door. Soon enough, the double doors swung open and six maids trailed in along with John. A trolley was wheeled in between a couple of them one which held seven delicious looking pies, piled high with whipped cream.

The maids wore a traditional Jahaliyan outfit, cut for appeal. Each girl sported a lacy black and white hat between their ears. Their shoulders were bare as black straps of cloth wrapped around their chests, plumping their breasts up like an offering. Slim waists were revealed for the eyes of the audience to gaze upon as well. The garments ended with skirts that were more of a belt with a fringe. Lacy black stockings drew the attention up their long legs to the garters and beyond that, their sexes.

The maids could hardly be contained enough to keep still as the setup began. Goofy grins were commonplace between the girls as they took their marks. One maid, the wolfess, Leah, turned to the mouse next to her.

"Hey, Kess? What do you think he has planned for us? Do you think he's told anyone?"

Kestrel eyed the pies on the trolley before inclining her head toward Leah. "I don't know. I do know that whatever he has planned will end up being worth the wait though."

John tapped one claw against his chin in a mock thoughtful pose as the maids all lined up. The trolley with the pies sat in front of them and lively music began to play from slits in the wall. The clever workings set behind the scenes allowed for the enjoyment of music without the fear of disrupting the band. The mouse lifted his voice and began to sing to the utter surprise and amusement from the audience.

"Seven whipped cream pies on the wall/ Seven whipped cream pies..." He walked over to the trolley and snagged the first pie in the line. The cream glistened in the light on top as he approached the first maid in line, a lithe equine named Rhian. Her rusty red coat contrasted nicely with the black and white of the uniform. Rhian's paws were behind her back and she bit her bottom lip, smiling coyly at John as he sang.

"If this cream pie should happen to fall..." He trailed off as the music did. Silence held the audience and they leaned forward in their seats as the seconds stretched.

Rhian looked from left to right before coming back to John who looked at her expectantly.

"...six whipped cream pies on the wall?" She ventured hesitantly.

John laughed and swung the pie heartily onto her muzzle. The horse clopped backward as the pie exploded and leaked its contents down onto her neck and chest. It fell to the floor and left a very messy horse maid standing in the midst of an incredibly amused audience.

John stepped forward and his cock bumped into her tight waistline. The pie had left trails of white down her coat and the head slid through the sugary treat as he pulled Rhian close. Grasping her shoulders, the mouse kissed her muzzle and enjoyed the sweet new taste of the pie layered with the tantalizing hint of female.

The other maids bent over to look down the line and still keep its place. This afforded the lucky few behind them a prime spot to stare up their almost non-existent skirts.

Leah laughed and nudged Kestrel next to her. "He's going to pie us! We're going to be covered like messy sluts! Shower time will be especially long after this." Her tail wagged behind her. "You were right. This will be so worth it!"

The mouse maid had to lean over further to watch as John wiped a piece of pie off of Rhian and offered it to her. The horse girl shook some of her mane out of the way and wrapped her lips around the digit. John's cock throbbed as her tongue enveloped it and sucked the cream away.

Kestrel watched it bob and felt her own parts slicken with the thoughts of wrapping her lips around all the different parts of his body. Heat rose into her face as she continued to stare, mouth half-parted.

"It will be worth it. I can't wait for my turn with this horny stud." She swallowed.

John smiled at the other maids as they all straightened up and waited for their turn. He went back to the trolley and the show went on with several more maids awarded for their minutes of wait with a pie in the muzzle and a kiss. Their bodies were aching for attention at this point. John knew exactly which maid wanted what and teased them mercilessly with his advances.

Horace stifled a giggle as the doe maid, Yvonne, had her knees clenched together in pleasure and sank to the floor.

"She'll be needing some release soon."

Sylvia was moistening the cushion underneath her heavily as she watched. The mouse had definitely grown more into a playboy and his skillful approach with each maid gave more hard proof of his prowess. She wanted more hard proof, though and an idea formed in her head. The lioness stroked her neighbor's cock, eliciting a groan in response.

"I think most of us will are ready to burst."

John finally got to Leah with a pie of her own. He strode around her singing and then paused for her reply.

"Four whipped cream pies on the wall!" She yelled, her paws held out wide. She closed her eyes and waited to be pied herself.

John smiled and thrust the pie up between her legs into her pussy. Her eyes and mouth opened in shock and she squealed happily as her thighs were coated in a different white substance.

The mouse wondered how the textures would feel and grazed a paw between Leah's legs and up her inner thigh. She shuddered and moved closer to him, her nipple trailed along his bicep.

"Do you want me inside of you, Leah?" He asked the wolf and dragged his finger around the edges of her lower lips. She exhaled and her ears went back as she pressed herself onto his paw.

"I'll take that as a yes." Coated in a cold, sugary mixture, he slipped his finger inside of her. The warm, wet confines of her pussy clung to his finger and his cock pulsed again with a spurt of pre-cum. Withdrawing the finger, he gave Leah a quick kiss on the cheek and left her with a prankster's smile.

The song continued as Kestrel's turn began. She had been lusting for the mouse's gaze to fall upon her and it was about to happen. She stood up a little straighter and tried to think of what John would like most. She wanted so badly to impress him, to stand out from the other maids.

"Three whipped cream pies on the wall." She opened up her mouth and sang the notes out clearly. It was beautiful. John stopped and looked at her more closely.

"That was very pretty, Kess." He favored her with a stroke down her stomach. Flustered and blushing again, the maid looked away. "Thank you. I'm glad you noticed because I--"

She was cut short by a pie to her chest. The cream splattered over her grey fur and dripped onto the outfit. She looked down and couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"You've made a mess all over my chest." As she said the words, Kestrel longed to reach out and grab his thick phallus and press it in between her mounds. Her paws came up and she grabbed the sides of her breasts, pressing them together and rubbing them enticingly. She looked up at John from under her eyelashes and ran a finger down her chest. It left a clean line directly down the middle of her form like an indicator.

"You should make more of a mess later."

Now it was John's turn to swallow as his mind ran away with thoughts of fucking those tits. She had such an amazing set of breasts, the perfect proportions for her body. It would have to happen later though. This was a performance.

"That's a suggestion I can get behind." He gave her a kiss and moved back to the trolley. Later would not come soon enough.

The rest of the maids were creamed in turn as the song winded down. There was one more pie alone on the trolley but no more maids to make a mess of. John had instructed for the cooks to make an extra pie in case one of them dropped but they shouldn't have placed it on the tray. Now, he would have to think on his paws.

Robin had been teasing herself while the show went on, her thoughts thinking back to her times with John and the mouse's tricks. It seemed that the other Jahaliyans were not content with waiting for the whole thing to finish. Already, the people around were breaking off into couples to cut the tension in the air. The odd moan or gasp of delight added another layer of flavor to the music drifting in. She settled back onto the cushion and noticed Sylvia getting to her feet. The lioness left Horace at her side, his paw pumping furiously over his shaft as he watched the maids and their lust.

Sylvia got to the floor of the room and took her bow-tie off, tossing it at John. The mouse turned with pie in paw as she padded to him.

"One whipped cream pie on the wall," She sang and grabbed his paw with the pie on it. "One more whipped cream pie."

"Where this cream pie should happen to fall," John interjected and with a lightning quick move, thrust the cold dessert directly up between the lioness' legs.

She gasped and laughed, bringing a paw up to her eyes. So, the mouse had guessed what her intentions were and countered them. No matter.

"No more cream pies at all!" The entire room erupted with the phrase in loud unison and dissolved into laughter. A visible current of relaxing hit and moved through the Jahaliyans except for Sylvia and John.

"Your show's over, John, and I'm sure it needs a finale that will be remembered." Her tail swung behind her as the mouse ran his eyes over her.

"You're right. Now that the event is done, we can get to enjoying how great the cooks are." He knelt in front of Sylvia and buried his muzzle between her thighs.

The pie was quite good and it mixed with the tastes of sex well enough that John would have to suggest this recipe to be used again at a banquet. Perhaps though, the cooks already knew the best recipes to use when tongues meet flesh.

Sylvia closed her eyes and rocked back and forth as the mouse dove into her with enthusiasm. His tongue lapped up the smooth cream from her fur and delicate skin. A generous purr arose as her paw wrapped around the back of his head.

"I'll bet that tastes good. I'm going to need something more though if this is going to be a grand finale." As John stood up, she wrapped her paws around his cock and began to pull it to her. He stopped her, however.

"After all those years of being on my best behavior, I wanna be that naughty little boy at last." His words were accented by the degree of mess left behind and the devastated maids all in a line.

It pushed Sylvia back into her days as a school teacher and the punishments that she used to dole out. It stunned her long enough for the mouse to push her down and mount the feline.

"Oh, what a naughty boy!" She gasped as he angled himself to thrust inside of her. The arousal hit her harder than she thought it would. The naughty schoolboy was about to take her in all of this mess in front of the harem and more. She leaned back and caught sight of Horace again, pleasuring himself on the cushion that she left. He winked at her.

Returning her attention to John, she spread her legs wide and adopted a more stern tone. "Give your teacher a good, hard fuck!"

Grinning, the mouse plunged into her wet pussy. It ate up his length inch by inch and he was slowed by how tight the opening was. Her warm cave enveloped him fully and squeezed it, causing him to lose his peripheral vision for a moment.

"I fuck! I fuck!" He screamed triumphantly and drew out of her. The maids behind them cheered them both on. Soon, he was slamming into his former teacher and the rhythm brought tiny girlish whines from Sylvia's mouth.

Gasping, the mouse lifted up one of her legs to give himself a deeper angle and rolled his hips, pistoning his large cock deeper into the lioness. Her moans increased in desperation and she cast about her with her paws. The seats were near enough that she could brace herself against the stone and press her slick sex harder against him. The familiar pleasant warmth began to build in her lower stomach and she waited as the energy rose.

"Oh John! You're so naughty for making such a mess! You're going to make me make a mess!" She howled at him.

Frantic now and losing the beat as his own orgasm approached, the mouse put a paw on her stomach and lifted Sylvia bodily from the floor. He thrust hard inside of her and she could only gasp, words lost in the ecstasy. Soon, the mouse sucked in a deep breath and cried out as his seed exploded inside of her. Waves of shimmering happiness arched up his spine as he gushed his strength into the lioness. She returned the cry as her own orgasm threw her off the cliff alongside her former student.

Up in the audience, the bear had been edging along with them the entire time. It was incredibly erotic to time his own speed of pleasuring himself to theirs. As the mouse picked her up and increased the speed, he also gripped his shaft and pumped furiously, fondling his heavy sac as he did so. As Sylvia roared out and writhed against John, Horace allowed his own build up to climax and shot out ropes of hot, sticky cum over the cushion. He squeezed his thighs hard and pumped his pleasure out between his paws while gazing at the feline.

Rhian caught sight of this. "Look! The sign of true love!" She announced happily as everyone was coming to. Sylvia, as soon as her vision was no longer fuzzy from the sex, wriggled her hips against John as he slid out of her.

She flipped over and met Horace's eyes from across the room. The bear smiled broadly and leaned back into the cushion, his cock dripping contentedly.

"Thank you, John. That was an amazing performance." Robin called down from the sidelines. The exhausted participants did not noticed a messenger slipping in and handing her a note. After reading the paper, she crushed it in her paw and tried to leave the scene quietly, allowing the others to enjoy the afterglow.