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"Your father awaits you in the dining room, Sire." The servant spoke, then bowed a quick farewell and slinked out the door. With a sigh, the Prince hoisted himself out the large wooden chair and tugged his robes a little tighter around himself.

The Prince was not your ordinary fellow: he was a pup, barely over the age of 10, and pristine white fur an an array of feathers sprouting from various parts of his body. The townsfolk and peasants of the city below the castle knew him as Prince Finnigan of Ellenheim, but amongst close friends and relatives, he simply went by 'Finn'. The little hybrid was made from a beautiful union of his father, King Wenslen, and his mother, The Maiden of Yorn, also known as Princess Llena. Finn didn't yet know the details of how they met, but he knew they dearly loved each other almost as much as they loved him.

Finn strode out of his room and down the stone corridor, catching glimpses of the smiling servants and maids as he proud padded by. The pup often wore slim silk robes, and wandered around the castle barefoot. And why shouldn't he? This was his home! He often did the most outrageous things, from running stark naked through the kitchen, to trying to climb his father's 10 foot tall throne. The little kid loved to cause havoc, and whilst many of the Servants expressed their displeasure, they all secretly loved him.

Little Finn stepped through into the wide dining hall and hopped up into his seat at the far end of the table. His father sat directly opposite him, a good 5 metres away, with his mother sitting just next to him on the left hand side. They both smiled at him warmly and the three of them engaged in pleasant conversation for the evening.

"So, Finn. What did you get up to today?" Wenslen asked with a knowing smile. He knew roughly what his son was going to say, and whilst he should be angry, it often made him laugh.

"Well, Mrs. Dowry got real mad when I took a slice of the leg of ham that was meant for lunch. Took it right from under her nose!" Finn looked chuffed by his mischievous act, and Wenslen shot his spouse a knowing smile.

"I wondered why it looked a little scarce." He mused with a twinkle in his eye, and Finn's mother suppressed a smile. She knew that if she encouraged this behaviour, he would be a spoilt king. But perhaps he wasn't yet ready for such responsibilities.

"And then, I went out to the barracks and I tried to fight one of the guards!" Finn puffed out his chest, trying to look bigger than he was. In all fairness, most of his 'fighting' included trying his best to swing a sword around. Some of the knights had looked a little nervous, but others quite happily joined in the fun, which made it all the more entertaining for the little cub prince.

Of course, Finn held back one little detail that he'd care to never share with his parents. He didn't go to the barracks to challenge the knights, he went there for the knights themselves. That is, to get a good look at them.

For a good few months now, Finn had come into his prime and urges had began to develop. Having free reign of the castle without so much as anyone saying a word about him to anyone important meant that he usually got away with just about anything. He'd learned, relatively quickly, that he wasn't particularly interested in the maiden servants that carried laundry and scrubbed floors around his home, but rather the impressive, sweaty Knights that often sparred with swords and showered in the nude.

It was very easy for Finn to get into the barracks due to his status, and even easier to be allowed into the shower room after 'working up a sweat' trying to spar with some of the nights. He would stand there, soaping up his fur whilst getting a good look at most of the guardsmen naked. Many would jeer and heckle each other, and on the odd occasion, Finn would garner a little bit of praise. They would marvel how Finn would probably grow big for his age, and the pup wouldn't be able to stop himself from wagging his tail and looking embarrassed!

But, of course, Finn would never tell his parents any of this. If they found out he went to the barracks of the sole purpose of looking at other men, he would probably be locked in his room, or worse.

"I see. Growing into a fine, strong lad already!" Wenslen grinned widely, his tail gently wagging behind him. He was glad to see his son getting more and more interested in defending himself, none-the-wiser to his son's actual intentions.

Soon enough, the trio of them had finished their dinner, and Finn was excused. The pup had had an interesting day, thus far, and it was about to get even better. For a while now, Finn had considered sneaking out of his room in the dead of night to see if he could get down to the barracks and see some of the sleeping guards. It was a risk, but it was one he was willing to take.

As the sun set and the night began to settle in the for long haul, Finn had be planning what to do. He heard the last of the footsteps from outside his room, and then heard the distinctive clanking of armour. That was his cue: there was a guard posted outside his door every night. Not so he couldn't leave, but simply for safety from late-night attackers. He was hoping that he'd be able to sneak past the guard or at least convince him to be quiet using his wily, childish charms.

Finn waited for a good 10 minutes or so, before he slowly crept up to the door. He was dressed in slightly better sneaking attire, that considered of a tight-fitting tunic and leggings, with a cloak over his head. He didn't know if it'd be much use, but he was going to try, to say the least. He slowly opened up the heavy wooden door and peeked his head out, peering up at the guard standing next to him.

To his surprise, the guardmen's visor was clamped shut and he didn't even look in Finn's direction. The hybrid pup slowly stepped out from his room and let the door creak shut behind him. He looked up the fellow up and down and gently kicked his leg. The guard snorted, and Finn bolted backwards a good metre, shrinking away. He peeked through his cowering fingers and quickly deduced that the guard was asleep. Then it clicked.

Finn had heard about this individual before during his various talks with the guardsmen in the barracks. They had commented, on quite a number of occasions, about a canine in their ranks who often fell asleep on the job for extensive periods of time. Apparently the only reason he hadn't been caught is because he has his visor flipped down so no-one knows he's asleep at all. They called him Navh, apparently.

Finn squinted for a moment and then checked either way down the hall. It was eerily silent, but nothing but the light from a flickering torch on the wall to illuminate his path. He turned back towards the guard as a smile crept up onto his face. This, to be honest, was utterly perfect. A sleeping guard, who could sleep through even the most busiest of days in the castle, right in front of him, in the dead of night? Why waste time going down to the barracks when he had what he wanted right here?

Slowly, the pup stepped closer and clanged on the metal torso with his hand, just to make sure the canine wouldn't stir. Navh remained completely asleep, leaning on his polearm for support as his head slowly bobbed up and down in his sleep. His thick, auburn tail gently lolled behind him, wagging left and right. Finn admired the steel plate armour that he wore, which was standard issue for all of the 'royal troops', as it were. His hands ran over the metal faulds until his fingers found what they were looking for.

Finn had often helped many of the guards undressed, so having knowledge about how to take off armor was incredibly handy in this situation. His fingers dexterously unclipped the buckle and tugged the strap, causing the metal loosely unhinge and force the entire faulds to sag due to gravity. Finn strained to hold it up, but he eventually managed to set it down on the floor without making too much noise. Underneath, Navh wore a pair of cloth pants. The Prince didn't need to mess with the steel greaves, so he left them be.

Already, Finn could see the outline of the sleeping canine's package. He ran his hands slowly across those powerful upper legs and eventually towards the crotch. He'd never done this before, and his hands shook as they traced across the heavy ballsack hidden inside the fabric, and the outline of the swollen sheath. He watched as Navh's tail sped up a little and wagged happily. The pup guessed he was pleasing the canine, so he kept going. His mouth felt dry, and his heartbeat quickened. This was...exhilarating.

Slowly, the hybrid's hands trailed up and he tugged at the string that held the cloth pants up around the canine's waist. He undid the knot and watched as the pants fell to the floor with ease. Finn's mouth fell open as his eyes fixed themselves on the guardsmen's package.

The canine had an impressive set. His heavy, swollen ballsack hung between his legs and swayed ever so gently with the tail wags. It was clear to anyone that he hadn't been touched, nor had he even pleasured himself in a while. Finn's eyes trailed up and centered on the thick, puffy sheath, and his hands gravitated towards it. He squeezed the tender flesh and felt it pulse and swell under his fingertips. He brung his hands back, a little surprise. His own little set took a while to stir any action from, but a single touch from his own hands and he had the guardsmen's cock growing in the palms of his hands. Despite his curiosity and eagerness to please, he found his eyes trailing back down towards the heavy orbs.

Finn couldn't resist. He tucked his hands underneath the sack, taking a ball in each hand, and lifted them up. They were heavy, and they were incredibly warm. He heard the guard above him let out a soft growl in his sleep, and Finn winced, shutting his eyes and tensing up. He thought Navh had awoken, but it seemed the rumors were true, and he really did sleep like a log. Well, a standing log.

Finn slowly cradled the balls in each hand and he gave one of them a gentle squeeze, feeling his soft and tender they were. He squeezed again, alongside the other, and heard Navh growl above him. The very sound sent a shiver up Finn's spine, and he looked up briefly to see a fine line of sticky, clear liquid escape from the tip of Navh's sheath as a thick, tapered end erected itself and began to swell. Finn's mouth hung open, agape, as the cock continued to pulse and twitch, growing bigger and bigger with each tender stroke and grope of his heavy sack.

Finn's cheeks burned hot with a blush and his heartbeat quickened. He tentatively looked around him, and then licked his lips as he watched the pre-cum trickle from the end of the cock like a leaky faucet. His curious hands eagerly tugged and pulled at the balls, squeezing and groping over and over, though not too hard. He watched as each squeeze of the tender orbs force another small string of pre from the tip, each splatter of fluids growing more and more in quantity the harder the canine got.

Soon enough, Navh was at all mast, and Finn stared at the swollen, 8 inches of cock. The very end twitched right in front of his nose, but those balls were too tempting to pass up. Despite the fur, he needed to know how they taste. The canine pup ducked his head underneath the cock and let it glide along his forehead as his muzzle met the swinging scrotum.

The aroma in itself is intoxicating: a heavenly mixture of sweat and body odour fills his nostrils and the little puppy lets out a soft sigh of pleasure, hot air breathing onto the sensitive balls. He quickly reaches down to nurse his tight, tenting cloth pants, before he returned to worshipping the guardsmen's balls. His hands eagerly tugged and squeezed them as his tongue ran over the flesh covering them. He huffed and groaned, his tail wagging furiously as he pressed his lips against the sack, slathering his tongue along each and every inch he could get to.

Finn paused for a moment as the heard the thumping of something against a wall. He tilted his head and spotted Navh's tail wagging furiously back and forth. The pup smiled, and then quivered as he felt a bead of pre-cum running down the back of his neck. He gently groaned in unison with Navh's growls before his mouth descended on the swinging set again, opening his muzzle as wide as he could as he tenderly suckled and cradled the delicious balls. His tongue pressed hard against the tender organs and he whined again, feeling another warm trickle of pre-cum down his spine.

Eventually, the prince pulled his head back and let out a sigh of pleasure as his mouth began to descend upwards towards the cock. He gently kissed, higher and higher, as his hand moved up to stroke along the thick length of the cock. Navh's member stood at an impressive 8 inches. Finn silently prayed to himself that he'd get that big when he was older.

The pup's lips eventually reach the slimy, pre-coated tip of the cock as his mouth enveloped the top. His hands trailed down once more, gliding over the length and it's flat base and down to the balls. His hands tugged at the needy sack again and felt a jet of pre-cum shoot into his mouth. The sweet, sickly nectar was held in his cheeks for a moment before he gulped it down, his eyes lidding from the intoxicating taste. He bobbed his head down lower, emitting a small moan as the cock glided along his tongue and against the roof of his mouth.

Navh was clearly enjoying himself, even if he wasn't awake to fully experience it. Each tug of his balls and lick of his cock made him bark and growl in his sleep, bringing out his true animalistic tendencies. His tail wagged furiously and slapped against the wall over and over as Finn's head went lower and lower. The pup eventually felt the tip dragging across the back of his throat and threatening to slip downwards. Finn brought his head back a little and looked surprised when the cock thrust back up into his mouth. His expression turned into pure fear as he looked up at the guard.

Yet, Navh wasn't even awake, even still. He was humping wildly in his sleep like a horny animal, still leaning against the polearm as his hips eagerly thrust back and forth. Finn wanted to pull his head back, but the feeling of the cock sliding in and out of his mouth made his entire body tingle with desire. He pressed his head deeper and his eyes widened in surprise as the sleeping canine took it in his stride. Navh let out louder barks and huffs as his hips eagerly bucked back and forth. The cock shot down Finn's throat and his tiny tunnel squeezed and gagged as he instinctively tried to gulp down the blockage, which only urged the canine to hump faster.

Finn planted his hands on the canine's auburn hips as the dog continued to thrust in and out of his small mouth. The cub let out small whines of protest as his gag reflex kicked in a good number of times when the cock pushed down his throat. Soon, Navh was thrusting harder and harder, snarling and barking low to himself. He humped and humped, his swinging balls slapping up into Finn's chin.

Suddenly, the canine powerfully thrust forwards, pushing the entirety of his member down into Finn's mouth. The pup's eyes widened as he suddenly felt the base of the guardmen's cock inflate and take over the entirety of his mouth. His cheeks were pushed to their limit as a thick knot suddenly formed. There was a small, tiny pocket in his mouth, and Finn just about barely was able to breath through his nose.

Now lodged onto the canine's cock, the Guard's thrusts grew wild and desperate. The knot barely moved inside Finn's mouth as the pup struggled to tug his head back away from the member. Finn tried his best, but he was stuck. Soon, Navh's thrusts died down and he let out a small whine, before adding a guturral groan onto the end of it. His tail tensed up, and Finn suddenly felt the cock pulse and throb inside his mouth. Jets of thick, sticky cum shot down the pup's throat. Ropes and ropes of the sticky fluid travelled right down into his stomach, and the pup wriggled, his skin prickling from the sensation as he struggled to breathe. He tugged his head back again, but only succeeded in giving the knot a good tug, which caused Navh to whine and cum even harder into his mouth.

After multiple convulsions, and various seconds of Finn struggling to breathe, Navh's orgasm had died down. Yet, his knot still stayed swollen inside the pup's mouth. The cub's tongue pushed and smeared against the cock, and he was unable to tug his head back. His mind swam with various possibilities, and he was panicking a little. But, on the other hand, he imagined just how big his knot could be to take up the whole of his mouth, and even stretch it to the limit. His hands weakly grasped at Navh's hips as he calmed down a little. He was still able to breathe a little bit, so he waited it out for now until the knot deflated.

His hands gently cradled the balls in the meantime, and after a few minutes, he felt the thick, bulbous extension had deflated enough. He tugged his head back, and with some difficulty, his mouth slipped from around the knot. Cum dribbled from his lips, and he saw sweet, sticky saliva and pre-cum completely coating the canine's member. His eyes centered on the knot and his mouth gaped. It had to have been at least 5 inches when it was fully inflated, if not more so than that! He grabbed the knot in his hands and gently rolling his fingers around it. The sensation sparked a hump from the sleeping Navh, who shot a final string of cum onto the pup's snout. Finn licked it up as his mouth trailed down, kissing along the drooping, canine member.

His tongue slathered around the swollen, now deflating knot eagerly, wanting to worship every single bit of it's thickness before it went away. Pangs of jealously sparked through him. He craved to have a cock of this magnitude for himself. He wished he could have a knot as thick as Navh's. He let out a long sigh of pleasure as he tasted every inch of the spittle-soaked member, eagerly worshipping his new toy.

Sadly, not all things last forever. After 10 minutes or so, the knot had fully deflated and Navh's cock retreated back into his sheath. The pup smiled to himself and gently kissed the guard's balls again, before he moved back, tugging his pants back up and quickly tying them up. He didn't know how he was going to attach the faulds, so he left them, for now. Satisfied with his sexual escapades, the pup went back into his room.

As Finn unchanged, he noticed that not only has Navh completely soaked his head with pre-cum and stickied his clothes, but that he'd also managed to cum in his own underwear. The pup peeled off his cloth pants that were completely stick with his own cum, and hopped into bed. He'd deal with it later. The next day, he was tired, but he was eager to be up and going. He had more dicks to look at and more mischief to spread. Though, before he did anything, he requested a single thing to his father.

"What is it, Finn?" Wenslen asked him as the pup had personally gone to his room before breakfast. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can make it happen."

"I want a specific guard posted to my room every night." Finn pleaded with wide, puppy-dog eyes. Wenslen looked a little confused for a moment as he frowned down at his son.

"...Why would you want that? Is he good?" He asked curiously, crouching down to his son's level. Finn's eyes sparkled with a hidden mischief and a secret desire.

"Yeah. He's good." He replied.