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[center][b][u]The Princess and the Priestess[/u][/b][/center]

The chamber fell silent as the High Priestess stepped forth from behind the altar, a snow white arctic hare draped in a gown of the purest white with delicate golden chains coiled around her headdress, as well as down the length of her arms and legs, symbolising the purity with which her very being was entangled with the heavens. She was a powerful woman. A mystical entity capable of piercing the veil of fates that entangled the entire world; witnessing the past, present and future as one. The blessings of prophecy had been gifted to her a mere five years ago by the previous High Priestess shortly before her passing, and since then she had led the ruling kingdom through many trials with steadfast devotion and at times brutal honesty, unwilling to compromise on the details of the truths she saw, regardless of who they concerned or the political and social standing of those individuals.

Her words had brought noble families to ruin as plots of treason and mindless greed were rooted out at the source. She had averted wars by explaining misunderstandings between neighbouring nations before they could even occur, and she had prevented famine by foreseeing a dire plague which would strike the nation's wheat fields, allowing the land's farmers to plant different crops that year and thus provide alternative sources of nutrition for the people in place of their usual daily bread.

On this day though, the High Priestess was to give her most important prophetic reading yet. She was to look into the mind of the Crown Princess, the eldest daughter of the King and Queen, now twenty years old. She was to witness the depths of the Princess' mind; her deepest wishes, her greatest ambitions, her heart's truest desires, and to proclaim for the whole royal court to hear whether or not she would be an heir who would lead the kingdom into a new age of prosperity.

As the Princess stepped forward, walking calmly down the central aisle of the grand audience chamber with her hands clasped together in front of her, eyes bowed respectfully as was tradition when approaching the High Priestess, the prophetess herself was immediately struck by something about the young cheetah woman even before she could seek any information from the great beyond. Though it was almost certainly an insight that only she, imbued with wisdom far beyond her own thirty four years thanks to the generations of inherited divine power which flowed through her, could sense, it seemed almost impossible to the hare that no-one else had noticed it. The Princess was a flawless actress. She was performing the role of dutiful and respectful royalty to perfection. Her every step, her clothing, her stance, every last tiny detail of how she presented herself was flawlessly royal and yet free of arrogance or entitlement. And yet there was no denying what the High Priestess saw. Utterly perfect as it might have been, it [i]was[/i] an act.

The strange thing was though... the parts of the Princess' actions which were false, which were a carefully constructed mask of purposefully chosen actions in order to portray what she believed those around her wanted and needed to see, weren't meant to conceal directly opposing values. The young cheetah wasn't arrogant. She wasn't hateful towards her fellow nobles, or the Priesthood, or the kingdom's people whom she was destined to serve one day. She wasn't concealing malice or instability or anything that might have immediately leapt out at the High Priestess as obvious and inescapable reasons to deny her ascendency to the throne. But, she [i]was[/i] hiding something. Some fundamental truth about herself. And though from that surface glimpse the hare could not immediately see what that truth was, she was certain that soon, very soon, she would understand and be able to tell the whole truth with all gathered to hear her proclamation.

The Princess bowed low before her, and lowered herself gently to her knees upon a cushion in front of where the High Priestess was standing. Another Priestess walked behind the cheetah, laying a white and gold drape similar to the High Priestess' own attire over the Princess' shoulders and down her back. She recited a brief prayer which the whole room echoed, and then, just like that, the High Priestess lowered herself to her own knees in front of the Princess. She leaned forward, and as she brought her head to rest against the cheetah's own but an instant before the first vision was granted to her, she felt the Princess bracing herself. Not trying to fight the inevitable, not trying to deny the High Priestess access to her mind, but inwardly preparing for what she knew all too well that the other woman was about to see.

Their foreheads met. The Princess' past flowed into the High Priestess' mind like crystal clear water babbling forth from a natural spring, and just like that, the hare knew exactly what it was that the King and Queen's future heir was seeking to hide from the rest of the world.

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With her body immersed from the shoulders down in warm water, her lean, naked form soothed by the water's heat as she sat within the large, deep ceramic bathtub which stood in one corner of the bathroom attached to her private chambers, Cordelia's eyes rolled back as a deep, unladylike grunt escaped her lips. She was cumming. Or, more accurately, she was cumming again. With her legs spread wide open, pressed against the sides of the bath, the cheetah's muzzle fell open and let slip a more strained and high pitched gasp of ecstasy as her back arched, shoulders pressing against the cool ceramic of the tub just above the water level while her buttocks lifted ever so slightly off the bath's smooth floor. Her fingers continued to work as they had been tirelessly for some time now. She spread her most intimate regions open with the digits of one hand, and attacked the oh so sensitive flesh that lay within with the fingertips of the other. The small nub located at the apex of her loins remained the focus of her attention even as incredible waves of pulsing pleasure crashed through it, and an audible splash rang out around the room as her whole body convulsed and the tub's water surged in the throes of yet another climax, striking her to her core before the last one was even over.

By the time her ladies in waiting returned to wash and brush her hair, to help her out of the tub and dress her for bed, Cordelia was resting peacefully, contemplatively within the tub. She smiled and laughed warmly as she spoke with her trusted ladies, as she showed them the best side of her. The charming, kindly royal they were so proud and privileged to serve and truly care for with all their hearts. They dried her, and dressed her in her silken nightwear. They removed the warming pan from her bed, the sheets toasty and cosy beyond belief, and double checked that she had a fresh jug of spring water beside the bed, as well as one of her favourite history books resting on the bedside table next to the flickering oil lamp by which she would read and learn of the world's past, so that she might avoid such mistakes in her future.

They bid her goodnight.

They left.

The door clicked firmly shut, to remain closed so that the Princess could get her sleep until it was time for her to be roused for her prayers and other courtly duties the following morning. And then... Cordelia peeled back the sheets, she hurriedly, efficiently slipped out of her nightclothes, leaving herself entirely bare once more, and plucked both her book and the oil lamp from the bedside table, carrying them to the desk which stood on the far side of the stone floored room.

She set them down. She opened the book to read, a chapter she had of course read before, but had yet to fully memorise the dates and details of. She let her eyes drift over the carefully written words, one hand never leaving the surface of the desk so it was always available to turn a page, while beneath the desk's surface her legs spread wide open in a most unladylike manner, her rump scooted forward to the very edge of the wooden seat, and the middle and ring fingers of the cheetah's unoccupied paw immediately began to work their way into her nether regions, pressing inward until by curling upwards at a fairly gentle angle, she was able to make contact with the small patch of flesh that never failed to bring her closer to the stars.

For more than two hours, Cordelia masturbated almost without pause. Again and again she climaxed, grunting, mewling, crying out as quietly as she could while working her depths with the digits of that hand, while with the other she calmly if a little shakily turned the pages of her book, reading what she could in moments of clarity between the violent shocks of mindless euphoria. Her firm, modest breasts heaved as she panted and whimpered. The delicate fur of her chin was matted with saliva as she drooled uncontrollably in the unrelenting throes of her pleasure. The fur of her thighs was sodden, wetness visibly running down the insides of both legs, and the stone floor beneath the desk was awash with a sizeable puddle of her ejaculate, sometimes sprinkled forth in tiny droplets, other times erupting in violent, high pressure bursts.

The Princess touched herself until she was almost passing out in her chair, and until her pussy was so swollen and overly sensitive from the unrelenting stimulation that she could no longer use her hand to turn the pages of her book, for it had to be clamped constantly over her muzzle to muffle frantic shrieks and snarls. At that point, she rose to her feet once more, and left the sodden stone floor glistening as she staggered back to her bedside. From within the cabinet set into the bedside table's base, she drew forth a delicate hand-towel, and after dampening it with a small quantity from her jug of drinking water, she tidied up the matted fur covering her crotch and legs, not to mention the soaking wet hand that had been unceasingly stimulating her that entire time. A second towel dried her off, and after returning to the desk to retrieve her book and lamp, she re-dressed herself in her nightgown. Leaving the towels to dry off hanging over a modesty screen positioned near one of her closets, the Princess finally returned to bed, and with a satisfied, peaceful smile on her face, she was sound asleep in minutes.

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It was all like that.

As the High Priestess looked into the Princess' recent past, as she wordlessly looked for what it was that the Princess was hiding, she didn't witness that particular night from just a single week ago as some sort of wild outlier that Cordelia was thinking about with sorrow or regret. No. That was just one snapshot of a life which the cheetah lived entirely in secret. A life she was an absolute mastermind at concealing, not simply because she knew that such excessive indulgence in masturbatory behaviour would be considered crude and ill befitting of a Princess, but because she would under no circumstances allow it to be put at risk.

She hid her masturbation, her obsessive, truly unending desire for spending her time in pursuit of raw physical pleasure, because she was determined to keep on enjoying it. To be a good Princess. A good role model. A good Queen perhaps, some day in the distant future. But only when she had to be. Only when she was expected to be by those around her, those admiring and observing her actions and attitudes.

When she was alone though... that was when Cordelia could truly be herself. And who the Princess truly was, deep down at her very core, was a woman who wanted to spend her entire life in a brainless, goofily grinning orgasmic daze, and who possessed a body that almost seemed capable of allowing such mammoth volumes of excessive pleasure, if only she had been allowed the time and freedom to truly indulge as she wished.

As truly unbelievable and yet undeniable as that truth was though, leaving the inner core of the High Priestess' own mind reeling even as her face remained calm and placid as the cheetah's own to which her forehead was gently pressed, the arctic hare wasn't about to tell the whole world of the Princess' secret. After all, her visions had been incredibly clear. Yes, Cordelia shamelessly and obscenely masturbated with virtually every free waking second she had available to her. But, she never cancelled or delayed even the most run of the mill courtly activities in order to indulge her own needs. She may have wanted to. She may have spent many minutes each day idly longing for just an extra free minute or two without the company of her family or the palace staff or other guests of the royal household so that she could squeeze in an extra climax or two. But she had her priorities set, and intensely abundant as her desires may have been, they never once interfered with her royal obligations.

That was the past though, the moments leading up to now. And though the High Priestess admired the cheetah greatly for balancing on that tightrope of duty and desire thus far, she knew from experience that things could change as time passed, and that even the most devout and dutiful figures could, over time, turn away from their honourable path if the alternative seemed increasingly more appealing.

For that reason, the High Priestess began the next stage of her prophetic exploration of the potential future Queen. She had seen the life which the Princess had already led, and next, she would look deeper still into Cordelia's mind to identify what, in the cheetah's own deepest and most heartfelt wishes, her life would be if she could bend reality to her will.

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"Yessss..."

At first, Cordelia was almost unrecognisable. Her hair was cut short, barely longer than the natural length of her fur across the rest of her body, and she was somewhat heavier than before. Not massively so, but clearly having paid far less attention to maintaining the particular type of slim, carefully maintained figure favoured by the highest echelons of nobility across the kingdom and its neighbouring regions. Beyond that, there was also the fact that her body was obscenely streaked and matted with fluids, her fur a tangled and dirty mess not just around her thighs but virtually over every visible inch of her, and, indeed, the fact that a sizeable portion of her frame [i]wasn't[/i] visible at first glance, since a burly older woman was lying over her quaking, gasping frame.

"Oh! Ohhh, Francine. Don't stop. I... I'm cumming! Please. Pleeeeeeeease yessss, keep going! Keep... ah! [i]Ah!! Right there![/i]"

The woman, a chubby, matronly golden retriever almost twice the Princess' age, was one that anyone in the palace would have recognised. She was Princess Cordelia's head lady in waiting. A woman who from her own twentieth year had served in caring for the then infant cheetah as one of the Queen's ladies in waiting. A teacher. A confidante. A friend to the Princess throughout her childhood, and a devoted servant of hers even as she entered her own adult years. In this vision though, this projection of the Princess' most coveted dreams made manifest, she was even more to the cheetah. She was wearing an innovative harness of woven strands of fabric around her midsection, to which appeared to be lashed a length of smoothly carved and expertly varnished wood, curved perfectly so that one end could be inserted into the golden retriever's intimate regions, while the other side protruded like a phallus, to probe and penetrate far into Cordelia's own depths.

The room was dark as the two women made tender yet frantic love together, and remained that way until Francine collapsed atop Cordelia, panting, giggling, whispering apologetically to her lover that she couldn't continue on any longer. The Princess giggled. She kissed the other woman boldly, adoringly upon the lips, but slipped out from underneath her a matter of moments later. She lit her bedside oil lamp, and even as the golden retriever collapsed forward against the Princess' pillows, snoring softly before Cordelia had even left the room, the cheetah was headed towards the door. She opened it, and slipped out, still stark naked with her thighs, crotch and face damp from many orgasms and countless sloppy kisses, into the palace corridors.

It wasn't long before she encountered someone. A member of the cleaning staff, no-one with any duties that brought them into regular and direct contact with one of the royals themselves. And yet, she didn't bow her head and quietly allow the Princess to pass her by. Nor, when Cordelia stopped and addressed her, did she seem flustered or overwhelmed to be spoken to so frankly and purposefully by the heir to the throne, never mind a Queen-to-be who was naked and smelled even more strongly of sex than she already looked like she would.

"Hello there, beautiful. Would you like to cum with me?"

The Princess murmured shamelessly, eyes twinkling with confident, seductive desire as she reached out both hands towards the blushing, giggling fallow doe. The deer squirmed. She nodded happily and took the Princess' hands without hesitation, and moments later Cordelia had the deer pinned against the corridor wall, scrambling to lift her skirt and fondle beneath it even as the cheetah rose up on her tiptoes, spread her knees and thighs apart, and grunted into the other woman's mouth as three of the deer's fingers wasted no time in sinking themselves into the royal's most intimate reaches.

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By the time she had witnessed just a little more, the High Priestess knew that there was a very strong possibility she would need to tell the King and Queen not to pass the throne to their first-born heir. She did not blame Cordelia for her desires, and the religion she followed had no tenets of any kind limiting sexual or romantic expressions of love and pleasure, either solitary or between individuals of any gender. Societies across the planet had their own rules and taboos about such things, but the powers of fate which the High Priestess served were invested only in the truth, and guiding people, be it a single individual or a whole kingdom, along the path of truth which would allow them to flourish most freely.

Thus, it wasn't because of Cordelia's clear hunger for masturbation and sex itself that the arctic hare found herself considering advising against the Princess' ascension to Queen later in her life. Rather, it was because it clearly wasn't what Cordelia wanted. She would have done it. She would have lived her whole life engaging solely in self pleasure, and playing the role of beloved, honoured Princess, then Queen to her people as the years passed by. Of that fact, the High Priestess now had absolutely no doubt. But, she would have done it not through a selfless desire to help, but instead because she believed the compromise to be worth it, and her true wishes to be less important than the good she could do by ignoring them.

It was a noble sentiment. In fact, it was a sentiment so kind and selfless that it could have made the Princess not just a fine Queen some day, but perhaps the greatest Queen the kingdom had ever known.

And yet, Cordelia's mind had not lied. It couldn't. Not to the High Priestess. And what it had shown her made it abundantly clear that the Princess did not want to ignore her urges and be the greatest Queen ever. What she wanted was to spend her life cumming her brains out, with anyone, with [i]everyone[/i] who would help her do so.

Before the High Priestess could make her decision for certain though, she needed to make use of the true power of her gifts. Not just to see the past, not just to witness the most intimate and private truths of someone's hopes and dreams. But, to witness the passage of time in the days and years to come. To see the future unfold as it was currently written in the tapestries of fate, and then to witness it a second time, if changed by the sharing of the truths that she was about to learn.

Her head leaned ever so slightly further forward against the Princess' own, and as prophecy revealed itself in all its glory within the depths of her mind, the High Priestess' eyes fluttered open in shock, just in time to see the Princess' own eyes already open, and peering at the arctic hare's peaceful, beautiful face with longing, trying to savour this brief closeness she was sharing with another living soul.

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"Good morning, love."

Martha murmured as she stirred from slumber, blindly reaching out with one arm but finding the bedding beside her empty, though still warm and damp. A moment later, even as her eyes fluttered open properly, she heard a joyous moan answer her. Across the room, the singular main room of this modest wooden log constructed home, filled with cosy yet imperfect hand-made furnishings and countless personal touches of mismatched artistic decoration, a figure stood by one of the larger windows. The shutters were open, and the beautiful cheetah was leaning out through the glassless portal, propped up with one elbow against the window's frame while the other rubbed vigorously between her legs. She rose up onto the tips of her toes just seconds after hearing her partner's voice, and as her lithe tail twitched and her rump jiggled slightly, she let loose a shrill, piercing scream of pleasure as a spray of juices drummed against the wooden floorboards between her feet.

Seconds later, still cumming, Cordelia turned away from the window and began to stagger across the room, weaving around a large, feather-down stuffed chair with several patches sewn into its worn fabric, before picking up speed and collapsing face first against the lower reaches of the bed. With her fingers driving into herself, no longer content to probe and rub externally, she clawed and scrambled her way fully up onto the bed, and shuffled up to where her lover, her wife was waiting for her.

Martha giggled. She knelt down on all fours so that she could crane her head down and kiss her moaning lover on the lips, but beyond that wasted little time in grabbing Cordelia by the shoulders and rolling the cheetah over onto her back. After that it took just seconds for her to scramble up over and onto her trembling, masturbating body, and even as her face pressed itself down between Cordelia's quivering thighs, she could feel her wife's free paw wrapping around her ass and tugging her snowy white furred hips down over the cheetah's gasping, greedily moaning face.

"I love you... I love you... I love you..."

Cordelia grunted and whined repeatedly into Martha's nether regions as she began to unabashedly slurp and feast upon them, while bucking her own hips and kicking out with both legs in ecstasy as her wife's lips latched onto her swollen nub, and the very tip of her tongue began to lash it mercilessly between them. She said it, and she meant it with all her heart, with all her soul. She loved her wife. She loved the arctic hare who had made her wildest dreams come true. She loved...

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The High Priestess' eyes sprang open. Or rather, Martha's eyes did, and she pulled her forehead away from the Princess' own without a moment's hesitation. Blinking, the Princess slowly raised her own head, having clearly not expected the reading to end so suddenly or quickly given what she had been told about how they were normally conducted. She didn't look nervous, she truly was a phenomenal actor, but she was most definitely curious, as was every single individual gathered in the chamber as the High Priestess rose to her feet and turned to face the King and Queen who were seated upon their thrones on the opposite side of the room from the divine altar.

"Your Highnesses, assembled and honoured nobles, acolytes, merchants; friends of the court and the kingdom... a prophecy has been fulfilled."

The High Priestess declared with pride, and with delight, a helpless, uncharacteristic grin spreading over her face as she delivered the news. The rest of the room erupted into murmurs of wonder. They had expected a reading, and a prophecy to perhaps be delivered regarding the future of their Queen-to-be. But, to hear that a prior prophecy had somehow been fulfilled in the process of seeking a new prophecy, that was incredibly interesting and enthralling to all present.

"It was foretold by my predecessor, that I would know the day when I too was destined to pass on my power to the next High Priestess. That it would not come at the end of my life, but at its new beginning. And, that I would know it when I was called by my name. My birth name, which I surrendered when I took my vows as an acolyte of the fates. A name unknown to anyone else in this world who still draws breath, and yet... which I would hear spoken clear as day, by the one I will be spending the rest of my life with."

She giggled again. She squeezed her thighs together beneath her soft, delicate white robe, and turned on the spot to where the Princess was now standing beside her, eyes wide, one hand lifted to her chest, and her gaze just beginning to betray her the tiniest bit. Fighting to keep up her act, to keep on living the life she believed she had to live for the sake of her kingdom, but looking at the High Priestess with the faintest trace of hope and longing as she heard what the beautiful arctic hare had to say.

Without shame, without any doubt, the High Priestess took the Princess' hands in her own. She laced their fingers together, feeling Cordelia tremble, hearing a strangled, joyous sob escape the other woman's muzzle as tears of happiness rolled down her own snow white cheeks. She leaned in, and whispered so quietly that only the cheetah could hear.

"[i]Martha. That's the name I'm going to make you scream.[/i]"

Then, as she felt Cordelia sag against her, as she giggled and clutched at the cheetah as Cordelia's knees buckled and she began to spontaneously and uncontrollably cum in the middle of the grand audience chamber, their new life together had already begun.

When they left the room some twenty seconds later, as soon as Cordelia could support her weight again, they were no longer Princess and High Priestess. They knew it, and virtually every powerful and influential figure in the kingdom knew it too.

The prophecies of the High Priestess were irrefutable. To try and defy them was to ensure you were on the losing side of history, and to do so knowing that was utter insanity. Shocking as the sudden abdication of both the heir to the throne and the fates' teller of prophecy might have been though, no-one did try to stop them. Not just because they believed so deeply in the High Priestess' power. Not just because they wanted to allow history to run on its intended course as the fates deemed appropriate. But, because in those few moments they had spent watching Cordelia and Martha embrace and hold one another's hands... both women had looked so, so happy. Giddy, overwhelmed by their own delight in a way that no-one had ever seen either one of them look before.

They had seen for themselves the truth of the prophecy. They had witnessed precisely why these two women were destined to be together. And less than a minute later, through the still ajar door via which the women had made their exit, they [i]heard[/i] echoing shrieks down the stone corridor that further affirmed why those ladies could neither be Princess nor Priestess, and why an uneventful life as devoted spouses living peacefully on the edge of a faraway forest was precisely what the fates had known to await them.

"Oh!! Ohhh, your tongue! I've always... I dreamed a-ah... about a tongue in mmh, my... oh!! Ohh fates, yes! I... cumming! Ohhh fates! Ohhhh [i]fucking[/i] fates, yesssss! Mhhh, Martha! [b]Martha!! [i]I'm cumming![/b][/i]"

By Jeeves