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Sophie stood anxiously by her father, the she-wolf’s heart was beating rapidly as her tail wagged behind her like a maid’s feather duster. The young girl shuffled her weight on feet as the clear ringing of silver trumpets from the palace’s parapets sounded in her ears.

‘Oh she’s almost here she’s almost here!’ her mind raced, consumed with the thought.

“Would you cease your fidgeting girl?” Her father growled in her ear.

“Sorry, I’m just excited.” She pleaded with him, her ears back in submission.

“I know, but this is a formal event, and everyone is looking.” The older wolf replied in a far more soothing tone.

Indeed it was true as hundreds of pairs of eyes were trained on the family, members of her father’s court, the various dukes and barons, their wives and children as well as members of the King’s Guard and Castle Watch were all in attendance as their king welcomed another. Sophie remembered the day her father had ascended the throne of their kingdom. It was a day of mixed emotions, as it had also meant the death of her beloved grandfather. The sight of her dear grandmother’s tears had torn the young girl up nearly even more than the passing of the old king, as previously the kindhearted she-wolf had always maintained a cool and collected exterior no matter the gravity of the circumstances. Sophie had still been a young pup then, it seemed to her like such a long time ago now even though she knew in reality that it wasn’t.

Almost immediately her father’s rule had gotten off to a rotten start as large warbands of Orcs had come down from the mountains and began streaming across their border, emboldened by what they saw as a weakened kingdom that was ripe for plundering. Orcs never conquered, they just killed, burned, looted and raped their way across a country leaving nothing but destruction and a few half-orc bastards in their wake as a sign to the surviving men of whatever land they’ve pillaged. The creatures had encountered stiffer resistance than they had originally anticipated however, and were soon driven back, though their initial defeat enraged the beasts and soon an even larger war party emerged. It was only with the rapid intervention of the dragons avoided disaster and returned peace to the wolf kingdom. After the victory, the giant skull and horns of the Orc Warchief were mounted on a plinth at the base of the pass leading out of the mountains as a warning for any other Orc chiefs that would try their luck.

It was these dragons that Sophie’s family now stood ready to greet. They had visited only once before during the celebrations at the end of the war some five years earlier. It had been a somewhat less formal affair since their king had come right off the battlefield to enjoy a feast with his wolven comrade and friend, his family soon following to join the festivities.

“Alright, here they come,” Sophie’s father said as he straightened his back.

Sophie herself took a deep breath and straightened her stance before she felt the unmistakable sensation of a tail hitting her leg, looking over her younger sister stood fidgeting, shifting her weight from one paw to the other just as she had done, her tail swaying nervously behind her. If there was anyone amongst them that had a legitimate right to be nervous it was she, for it was her hand that her father had offered to the dragon king’s youngest son as payment of the debt owed for saving their kingdom from destruction.

“Hey, you’ll be fine.” Sophie whispered to her sister.

“Silence!” Her father hissed.

It was true however, during the previous visit the two had become friends, and in the years since had written countless letters to one another as they had grown and matured. It had actually been their mother that had suggested the union to their father who had then proposed it to Krenin, the dragon king, who had insisted that he needed no payment for saving his friend’s kingdom. Though once his son had spoken up, proclaiming his love for the young wolf that he had relented and allowed the marriage.

The pairing however would mean that Sophie would be the only one in her family that was not yet married as her older sister Heidi had already wed. In keeping with tradition she had married a commoner as the one set to inherit the throne must marry a wolf from a non-noble bloodline so as to prevent the powerful noble families from making a play for the throne via marriage. The only time one of their lot would inherit the throne would be if the royal house should fall. Heidi’s husband was a blacksmith from a local village, a strapping lad that had quickly given her two adorable pups, thus securing the royal bloodline for another generation.

The question regarding Sophie’s future had been on the tongues of courtesans since her 19th birthday two months ago; it was only the surprising news that her mother was surprisingly once again pregnant that had distracted the old vultures long enough for her to relax out of the lime lite. Her mother was older now, and the pregnancy was very much a shock to both her and the king, though it had set the court ablaze with talk of another royal little one, this time perhaps a son since up to now the king had sired only daughters.

“I know, I’m still nervous.” The young wolf whispered into Sophie’s ear, the sound of her speaking masked by the trumpets that were once more blaring.

Sophie looked up at her sister, even though she was a year older she still stood nearly a head shorter, with the younger wolf able to rest her snout atop her older sister’s head. Inge was taller still, with the middle daughter only able to match her sibling up to her chest, a fact which always painfully reminded Sophie that she was not only short but lacking in endowment compared to other females as both her sisters possessed fine and ample bosoms while she was almost flat, her breasts barely noticeable under her fur, and totally invisible in winter with her thicker coat. If she felt her chest she could detect the small soft mounds, and if she looked at herself in profile in the mirror it was clear that there was indeed something there, but nothing that wasn’t immediately hidden by her clothes. Her mother and handmaid had reassured her that as she grew they would come in, but now as she reached adulthood there was still nothing, her hips and rear end too were lacking in the famous wolf thickness, her petite booty being another area of shame, though her handmaid had always complemented its shape.

“Any boy worth his salt will appreciate how cute your bottom is dear.” She had always told the young princess during the countless times she had drawn her baths and helped remove the heaps of shed fur when the seasons shifted. Sophie had a habit of deprecating herself when other’s viewed her naked.

Finally the royal coach roved into view, drawn by four magnificent horses and ornately adorned with gold and numerous colorful gems befitting a mighty king of dragons. The trumpets played out one final deafening tune as one of the King’s Guard opened the door to the coach as soon as it came to a halt in front. Each of the Guardsmen raised their halberds in salute.

“HAIL KRENIN, LORD OF DRAGONS!” They bellowed in unison as said king exited the coach.

He was dressed in his full regalia, covered head to toe in gold and jewels, his crimson skin barely visible anywhere except his face. The only piece of cloth he wore was a loincloth of fine silk which glistened as it swayed between his legs. It was the old custom for dragons to wear nothing but precious materials, seeing fabric clothes as belongings of less sophisticated races. But the times had long since changed, and many of their race dressed in similar fashions to others, albeit with a healthy amount of gems and precious metals still. However, because this was a formal state visit, Krenin had chosen to mostly honor his people’s history and wear their traditional culture on display, though he did opt for a loincloth to spare not only his children but his soon to be daughter in-law their blushes. A male dragon’s bits are kept within his body when not in use, giving his groin a similar appearance to that of a female dragon, but even this was deemed as just too much in modern times.

“HAIL MAGNUS, LORD OF WOLVES!” He shouted in return, his arms outstretched as a cheesy smile spread across his face.

“AHHHHH Come here brother!” Krenin exclaimed as he rushed up the carpet that was laid out before him, embracing his fellow king in a firm hug.

“Good to see you old friend!” Magnus said, patting his old battle brother on the back before the two parted, gazing into each other’s eyes as they silently relived the memories of life and war before the king of dragons moved down the line to complete his greetings.

“And of course, Queen Elana, stunning as ever.” He said as he gingerly took the queen’s hand, planting a quick kiss atop it. “I have just heard the wonderful news the day before last, congratulations on another pup.” The dragon continued, his voice calm and formal but still friendly

“Thank you Krenin, it was a surprise to be sure at 44, but a blessing I’ll take.” The Queen said in a warm voice, gently placing her hand on her belly as the two shared a smile.

She had only just barely begun to show, the slight bump only being spotted recently one morning during the Queen’s daily bath by her handmaid, with the second heartbeat being confirmed by the royal physician later that day.

“Indeed.” The decorated dragon gave a quick nod as he moved down the line to the next wolf.

“The beautiful Heidi, future queen, and now a mother herself I gather.” the glistening crimson king once more repeated the hand kiss on the princess.

“A boy and a girl.” She said, her face beaming with pride.

Krenin feigned shock, putting his hand up to his chest as he gasped.

“Two already, my my, your poor husband!” He said in a false tone of surprise.

“There’s nothing poor about him, let me tell you.” Heidi jokingly retorted.

“HA! Indeed not, where are the little rascals anyhow? And the big rascal for that matter.”

“They’re with their father, we figured this was too much for such little ones, and the big one doesn’t care much for formalities.” The princess said, a motherly tone returning to her voice as she spoke of her beloved husband and children.

“I’ll have to visit later and see the new pups.” Krenin said warmly as he moved down to where Sophie was standing.

“My daughter has talked about seeing you again for the entire ride.” the king spoke as he looked down into Sophie’s eyes. “I needn’t remind you how long of a journey that is.” He said in a faux angered tone.

Sophie shuffled her paws, looking away from the imposing dragon looming over her.

“Oh no darling don’t take that the wrong way! Kresta is picky about who she likes, trust me, if she likes you then I know you’re worthy of it.”

Krenin lifted the wolf’s drooping snout, once more looking into her eyes, this time with a warm and fatherly look about him.

“You’re a good girl Sophie.” He reassured her, the sentence making the girl’s heart flutter slightly.

Finally the dragon made his way to the last wolf in line as Sophie could see his royal carriage move off out of the square, and the one carrying his family, and her dear friend take its place at the foot of the rolled out carpet.

“Big couple days in front of you miss Inge.” He said as he rubbed the princess’ shoulders. “Marryin’ my son…wow I’m old.” He said, moreso to himself than her.

“Y-yes sir.” She replied sheepishly.

“Ah don’t be nervous, my boy has taken a liking to you, and as I understand it, you to him.”

“...Yes…we’re…f-friends…” She muttered, still unable to shake her nerves off her.

“HA! Well, you’re about to be a LOT more than that!” He laughed, a hearty belly laugh while her father merely shook his head, a hint of a smile on his face.

Inge blushed at his remarks, her skin turning a bright pink under the soft white fur of her snout. Of all the members of her family, Inge had the most beautiful fur. She was pure white all over her body, just like her great grandmother on her father’s side. The former Queen had ruled over one of their kingdom’s greatest periods of prosperity, and it was her that built the opulent palace where the royal family now lived. White wolves are extremely rare, and as such her being married off to a dragon had caused no small degree of conflict within the court, as many of the courtesans felt that such a girl should only wed another wolf, and preferably another all white one. Some of them protested that Sophie, rather than Inge, should be wed to the dragon boy, since she was a runt anyway.

The king had flown into a rage at the comment made towards Sophie, while it was true that she was small compared to nearly every other wolf, such an insult was intolerable. It was only the Queen intervening that had saved the offending courtesan from being beheaded on the spot as the king had immediately drawn his sword. Instead he was sent packing, and Magnus had issued a warning to the court that further remarks against the wedding, or against his daughters would not receive similar mercy. Still, despite the king’s sharp warning they grumbled amongst themselves.

As the two kings once more embraced, the door to the second carriage opened, the dragon queen emerging from the darkness within.

“Come, let us go inside, I’m sure you could use a bath and a sauna after such a long journey.” Sophie could hear her father say. As it was now the queen’s turn to greet one another.

“Oh yes, I’ve been thinking of your springs and saunas since we set off.” Krenin said in return as the men disappeared through the palace entrance.

As the sovereigns took their leave the two queens made their greetings, the women holding each other's hands in front of them, before and with permission, the sapphire blue dragon caressed the silvery-gray wolf’s belly, feeling the slight bump from her growing baby. Sophie couldn’t hear what the two women were talking about, but she could guess. Unlike her husband, the dragon queen had opted for more modern attire and wore a beautiful form fitting dress. The garment covered her neck and chest, was short sleeved and came down to mid-thigh, parting on both sides to reveal her flanks. The fabric was a warm ivory white with lovely golden embroidery while a massive yellow cushion cut diamond, accented around the edges by hundreds of other tiny stones sat upon the queen’s chest. The gem hung from a gold chain further adorned with yet more diamonds. All and all she was a magnificent sight to behold, her figure, dress, and impressive jewelry stole the she-wolf’s attention so that she missed the approaching missile.

“SOPHIEEEEE!” The sudden shouting of her name caught the young princess off guard as quickly her vision was filled with the sight of a pink dragon wrapping her up in a tight hug.

The young wolf nearly lost her balance as the sudden weight of the dragon pouncing on her sent her reeling backwards.

“I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” Kresta shouted as she maintained her tight grip on Sophie.

Kresta was the middle child of her family, she was also small like Sophie, only even more scrawny looking. Dragon’s were naturally more lithe than wolves anyway though this was not something that her people looked down upon. In contrast to the wolves, Kresta’s slim frame and small but toned ass were praised by her people, who valued “flexibility” over sheer endowment.

Kresta’s older brother was married to a lovely woman from their court who had gifted Sophie a beautiful dress and necklace ahead of their arrival. It was not unlike the one their queen wore, only it was a matte black with gold and red floral embroidery, with the gold stitched in the shape of rose bushes curling and twisting their way up the dress where they were topped with brilliant bright red roses. It was designed to be paired perfectly with Sophie’s darker fur color, and in the opinions of those that had seen her in it, it was. Like the queen’s, it was short and let most of Sophie’s legs hang out the bottom, and was likewise form fitting. The gown complimented Sophie’s petite features wonderfully and showed off her small but well proportioned curves as well as her flanks. Her father was less than keen on it however, though her mother had said that she looked lovely and alluring in it. Magnus had moved to protest but had been silenced by a discrete pinch. Sophie needed to attract male attention now that she was about to be the only one of their children without a husband. The necklace that had accompanied the dress was a similar cut to the diamond worn by the queen, though this stone was a glorious deep red ruby set in a magnificent gold pendant with diamonds accenting its edges, while the chain it hung from was comprised of smaller golden marquise settings containing blood red rubies.

The stone was smaller than the queens, mainly since to wear a larger gem than a king or queen would be a major faux pax amongst the gem-loving dragons, and also because such a stone would have simply looked ridiculous on a smaller girl like her. As it was, the ruby was the perfect size and sat beautifully between Sophie’s petite breasts, the deep saturated red standing out wonderfully against the matte black silk and bright embroidery of the dress. Inge, as the bride, had been sent an even more opulent gift, though hers was sent by the queen herself. Inge’s dress was in the same style, albeit longer, with the front and back extending down to her feet, though like the others, the sides were open all the way up to her the top of her hips, showing off fully the white wolf’s flanks. It was a brilliant bright white with electric blue embroidery that matched her piercing eyes. Inge’s fuller breasts and shapely rear made her a true sight to behold when wearing it.

Despite her father’s reluctance, Inge’s future mother in-law had requested that the Inge’s sisters all wear the same style of dress for the wedding. In keeping with that, Heidi had been sent a lovely deep green dress with a majestic emerald necklace. The pendant that accompanied Inge’s was the most impressive however, with the stone being a stunning white diamond that twinkled and sparkled with all colors of the rainbow as it refracted the light. The platinum setting the stone rested in was a beautiful sunburst of solid white gold, that when worn made Inge look like she had a small star shining out of her chest. The sheer beauty of the gift had brought the girl to tears.

Out of all three sisters, Heidi was the only one wary of the outfit, stating that she wasn’t looking forward to the attention her legs and ass were going to get in such a short and form fitting gown. Though her husband notably didn’t share in her concern, an act which got him thumped upside the head, albeit playfully. Hers was a deep green with gold leaf embroidery while her gifted jewelry was gold with emeralds, the center stone being a large deep green and sported a traditional emerald cut. It was an imposing gem with its big flat edges and clean 90° corners that represented the princess’s preeminent status and personality.

“I’ve missed you too Kresta” Sophie struggled to get the words out from beneath the crushing grip of her friend.

“Oh goodness! I didn’t mean to squish you!” The young dragon said as she released her grip on the wolf.

“The trip here was TORTURE!” She said, groaning out the words. “I just couldn't WAIT to see you again!”

Kresta held Sophie’s hands in her’s, looking the wolf in the eye as she continued to speak.

“We took a river boat all the way upstream to Qaseem then rode the carriages all the way from there up to here.” It was evident in Kresta’s voice that the long journey had been grueling for her.

By now Sophie had gotten over her initial shock as a girlish giddy-ness set in. She too had been anxiously awaiting the arrival of her friend and wanted nothing more than to spend time with her again. The last time they had seen each other had been five years prior, and there had been tears when Kresta had departed for home. The mention of the Qaseem Free State caused Sophie’s ears to perk up for a moment, she had read about this place and overheard her father talk about relations with them. Her history books had described how over 800 years ago there existed a great Lamian Empire that ruled over most of the southern half of the continent, conquering and enslaving both the dragons to the west and the Equine folk to the east as well as many other races. Their empire was vast and undefeated as they expanded into the north with their eyes set on the Wolves and Humans. In the end it had been a cataclysmic civil war that had shattered their mighty empire and allowed both the Dragons and Equines to successfully rebel and regain their independence.

Qaseem had been one of their cities, built at the junction of the Dragon, Wolf, and Lamian traditional territories; the city had been a vital hub of trade and warfare for thousands of years. But in the wake of its founder’s retreat back into the deep desert those who remained established it as an independent city state. Today the city is home to all manner of people and races, even Lamia who are descended from those left behind in the wake of the Empire’s retreat. Sophie had always wanted to visit and tour the grand old city, to see the ancient relics and explore the vast markets. Thus far she had not been able to, but she also knew that the dragon’s maintained a close relationship with the ruling Doma, and that he and Krenin had a close friendship and so hoped that a visit to the city might be arranged.

“You’ll have to tell me about it, I’ve never been.” Sophie said as Kresta finished recounting her tale.

“Really? Well in that case I’ll have to take you there sometime, you can spend DAYS looking through all the markets and not see everything!” The dragon princess was still a bit giddy as she enthusiastically spoke of the city state’s legendary bazars.

As the two girls moved to follow their fathers into the palace Sophie turned to get one last look at the square right as Inge was kissed gently on the cheek by Elam, her soon-to-be husband, her hands held by his while their respective mother’s watched on. Similarly her older sister was greeting her counterpart, Krenin’s oldest son and his wife, while their tiny daughter clung to her mother’s dress.

The inside of the palace was lined with large paintings, suits of armor and entire walls covered in various weapons. Their shoes clicked against the slick marble floors, the tall baroque ceilings seemed so far away, their ornate decoration of intricately carved wood and gilding challenged the eyes to decipher the expert scroll work. The grand entrance and reception hall were thronged with the King's Guard along with courtesans eager to catch a glimpse of the new arrivals. The two kings had long since disappeared, no doubt ferreted away by the Guard.

Courtesans filled the vast space, occupying most of the floor with their numbers, though at the very least they remained orderly, refraining from shouting and shoving, though it was clear to the two teenage girls that they were never going to get through the crowd without hours spent schmoozing and answering annoying and endless questions from these people. They were often deceptive, attempting to use subtle trickery to get information out of the young princess, or attempt to sway her to one political viewpoint or another in the hopes that she might parrot it back to her father in private. Everything was a game to these folk, something Sophie loathed and was not the least envious of her parents or older sister over, since they were obligated to deal with the old vultures.

“Your Highness, you may follow me if you wish, to bypass the crowd.” The voice was low and masculine, dripping with authority. Sophie quickly recognized it as the voice of Captain Daani of the King’s Guard.

Daani had fought alongside her grandfather in his younger years and served as her father’s chief general during the orc invasion. After the war he had accepted a role as the head of the Guard, stating that the public and political life of a general was not to his liking. Indeed he was quiet and reserved, his face set like stone, unwavering and unreadable. Though despite his stone-cold exterior Sophie knew him to be honorable and kind, he had given her sound advice and been an ear to listen to her problems and calmly offer solutions whenever she felt like she couldn’t go to her father.

“Thank you Captain, that would be lovely.” Sophie replied politely in a formal tone.

“How many times must I remind your Highness to simply call me Daani?” The captain said with a hint of a smile.

“I’ll call you Danni when you call me Sophie” The princess replied with no small amount of sass.

“I suppose it shall never happen then.” He replied with some sass of his own. Sophie was the only one outside of his own family that the veteran Captain would talk to this way.

“STAND ASIDE, MAKE PASSAGE!” Captain Daani’s voice thundered in the great hall as he commanded the courtesans to make room for the princesses.

Together the girls followed the maroon gambeson and tall, imposing halberd of the Captain as they made their way past the throng of people. Both women could feel the eyes of the barons, dukes, duchesses and dames staring at them as they passed by. Sophie was sure to square her shoulders, keep her ears perked up and snout slightly raised as she walked, giving off the air of royalty and authority amongst her lessers.

Captain Daani led the pair to a small unassuming bronze colored door at the far corner of the room, set so as to not be obviously visible. The door led to the private passages of the palace. Off limits to courtesans and public visitors these corridors were used by the many servant staff, King’s Guard, and the family themselves to quickly traverse the palace without being detained. As such these hallways were simple and without embellishment except for some small portraits of past servants and Guard hung up to pay homage to those who served in the past.

“Any particular destination, your Highness's?” Daani asked as the door shut behind them.

“I could really use a bath and a steam after that long trip, my ass is still numb from the seat.” Kresta said in an exasperated tone, the pink dragon rubbing her hindquarters.

Danni retained his computer easily even as Sophie giggled at her friend’s sore butt comment. Though at that moment she remembered with dread how her own rear end felt after sitting in a carriage for days while they had gone on a tour of the kingdom. Most wolves, even the males, had ample bottoms, but she was not so gifted and so had to sit on pillows for most of the ride, much to everyone’s amusement and her embarrassment.

“Of course, I’ll show you the way.” Danni said as he once more took the lead, dropping his halberd to his side so as not to scrape it along the low ceiling.

“You’ll find that all of your luggage has been taken to your room.” He said, addressing Kresta. “Your clothes will be put away in the closet and dresser, and your personal effects laid out properly upon your return to the room.”

“Oh, even my underwear?” Kresta said, clearly trying to get a rise out of the stoic captain.

“Yes your highness, your underclothes will be put away and ready for you.” He said without missing a beat.

“How devious, your servants rooting through a girl’s panties, a princess’ no less.” Kresta replied, intentionally pestering the captain for her own amusement.

“All service staff are dedicated to providing the utmost service and care to all guests of the family. If you wish to have your underwear left undisturbed, that can be arranged.” He replied coolly, fully aware of what the young dragon was doing.

“Does anything phase you Daani?” Kresta asked, not yet finished with her needling.

Sensing that the young dragon would continue this all the way to the baths, he turned, forcing both girls to stop in their tracks as he bent down to address the sassy princess.

“Your Highness, I have been fighting in wars for most of my life, I killed a man before you were even conceived, and I helped my wife give birth to all 6 of our children, so no, nothing phases me.” Daani delivered his monologue in a voice as flat as the stone they walked upon.

“6 kids!?” Kresta exclaimed. “You’re a busy boy huh?” She said, narrowing her eyes, her pink reptilian face wearing an expression of pure bratty smugness.

“Your Highness, you don’t get six kids by just going to sleep at the end of the day, now do you?” The captain retorted, this time with a smug smile of his own as he deliberately broke his tough facade in the attempt to bury the feisty dragon.

The veteran captain’s victory was secured as Kresta’s eyes bugged, her mouth making an ‘O’ as her giggling turned into a laugh. She had expected the stoic older man to buckle from the pressure of a bratty young female, though she had severely underestimated the old salt. In all her years, this was the first time that Sophie had ever heard Daani say something even remotely close to a joke, she would have to inform her father of this development later, as she knew he would break into a hearty belly laugh from news of him saying such a thing.

“Now if you ladies are ready, I'll show you to the baths.” Daani said, a hint of a smile still evident on his face.

“That's okay Captain, I know the way from here, I'm sure our mothers will be keen to have an escort through the crowd.” Sophie said as she brought her giggling under control.

“As you wish your highness” The big wolf made a small bow to the princess before departing back the way they had come, his face resetting to its standard stern appearance.

The heavy bronze door closed with a dull thud that echoed along the walls of the corridor, plunging the two princesses into silence. The hallway was dimly lit by small oil lamps that gave the space the feeling more akin to a dungeon than a palace. Nevertheless the girls made their way through the passage as Kresta filled Sophie in on the details of her journey and whatever palace gossip she could remember from her own court. Soon the pair emerged from a similar bronze door into one of the many private rooms nestled deep in the heart of the palace. This one was at the rear of the grand building, sets of windows allowed light from outside to fill the room, tempered by the large shrubs growing outside of them. Typically members of the royal family preferred the higher floors as they provided greater privacy from any prying eyes peeking in through ground floor windows. Since the room was largely unused it was simply furnished compared to the more frequented chambers, with this one having several lounge chairs and sofas arranged haphazardly as if they were simply being stored here for lack of a better place to put them.

“We're almost there” Sophie said as she led Kresta out of the quiet spare room.

“This place is a labyrinth, I could get lost for days in here.” The young dragon commented, noting the complexity of the servants' corridors. It was clear that she had long since lost her bearings.

“It's not so bad once you learn them, just don't go in them at night.”

“Wait, why?” Kresta asked, puzzled.

“Because they're haunted.” Sophie replied flatly, catching Kresta off guard.

“You’re joking right?” the wolf’s friend replied as she attempted to call her bluff.

“No I'm serious, all the guards talk about it.”

“You're playing with me.”

“okay maybe a little, but the guards do speak of seeing ghosts sometimes.” Sophie said, keeping her face deadpan as she enjoyed Kresta’s look of bewilderment and fear.

“I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight, you know I don't like that stuff.” Kresta gave Sophie’s shoulder a playful push as she voiced her displeasure. “If I see a ghost I'm sleeping in your bed with you.”

“Oh my, how scandalous.” the young wolf retorted.

“wha-hey! That's not-” Kresta fumbled over her words, shocked that she'd been out-bratted once again.

“Anyway, here we are.” Sophie said as the corridor ended in another door similar to that in which they had entered.

The room the pair exited into was a seldom used sitting room. The family preferred the upper floors of the palace to avoid people peeking in through the ground level windows though by now the bushes outside had long since grown to cover them. Still, many rooms like this one were forgotten most days until they became of some use such as right now. Sophie remembered hiding in this one and others similar when playing with her sisters, or when she had stepped out of line around her father. The girls quickly made their way from the quiet sitting room out to the main rear exit into the palace gardens.

The exit was a large pair of double doors, steel framed with square glass panels that opened into a stone archway that led into the gardens. The two girls were greeted by the warm summer air once again as they stepped outside into the lush gardens. The royal grounds keeper was an expert in botany and horticulture and maintained a stunning display of flowers, shrubs, fruit trees and evergreens. There was no time of the year when there wasn't something growing in the large gardens, with the displays evolving and changing with the seasons. Right now in the summer many of the flowers were in bloom, fruit hung from trees and grew all over vines. One could spend hours here and still not see everything, and also fill their belly on the delicious fruit.

Recently Magnus had decreed that the gardens should also produce vegetables, and so in a rather delightful spirit the grounds keeper had arranged for beds of luscious vegetables to be planted. Tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, peppers, pumpkins, gourds and hosts of other things could be found growing. Much of the produce went straight to the tables of the palace where Sophie’s family as well as the many staff dined on it. The trails leading through the gardens meandered and snaked, a deliberate choice to make them feel as natural as possible. Many other royal palaces kept their gardens neat and controlled, the paths were orderly and easily navigated. But the wolves valued the power of nature and sought to emulate its chaos and disorder through the garden, its own disorganization aiding its beauty rather than hindering it. As the girls walked Sophie heard a strange noise, turning her head she watched as Kresta bit down into a succulent looking peach, the fruit already having a large bite taken out of it. The girl's face was covered in juice as she wiped some off with the back of her hand.

“What, I was hungry.” She said flatly as she took another bite.

“It's fine, but the peaches are always very juicy this time of year.” Sophie replied.

“So I've noticed.”

The bathhouse was tucked away in the far left corner of the garden, a quiet and shady spot where people were unlikely to wander unless they knew where they were going. The brick wall of the building was covered in dense vines except for the two wooden doors adorning the front. The right door was labeled for men, and the left for women.

“Here we are.” Sophie said with glee as she pushed the door open. She knew that her and Kresta's fathers were more than likely on the other side by now, soaking in one of the refreshing pools.

The door to the women's bath opened into a changing room, the walls lined with simple locker boxes and a pair of benches down the middle of the floor. Though to the far left of the room the royal family had access to a small closet to keep their belongings separated. Sophie always kept a change of clothes in here as well as a simple grooming kit for when she got out of the water. Inside this room a small button could be pushed that would ring a bell that signaled one of the service staff to aid her in the bath. There were several of these buttons, each one labeled with the names of each female in the family so the staff knew exactly who was requesting them. Sophie pressed her button, feeling the mechanism work that sent a small tap to the little bell that rang in the servants quarters.

As she emerged from the small room she noticed Kresta already undoing the buttons of her tunic. The garment was purple and buttoned down the front with bronze buttons. A belt studded with amethyst had been slung around her waist, but now lay draped across the bench next to her. She also wore black tights and shiny black leather boots that came up to the middle of her calf. Sophie was dressed similarly although her tunic was dark gray and her belt simple black leather with a bronze buckle. The wolf wore white tights that gave her outfit a bit of a contrast though her boots were also black and came up to her calves. Wolves, unlike elves or humans, had a unisex approach to clothing. Men and women tended to wear similar styles, albeit with different cuts for each sex since women require extra room in the chest and hip region, many women also prefer different colors and patterns than men, with them often opting for cooler colors and more patterned cloth while the males prefer simpler designs. Kresta was dressed very modestly by dragon standards as she preferred to be as comfortable as possible on the long journey, although the clothes currently in the process of being put away in her room were more befitting her culture.

Soon the dragon's tunic was fully unbuttoned as her wolf friend began to strip her own clothing. In a fluid motion Kresta slung the garment off, standing in the changing room in just her tights and boots. Being a dragon, the girl had no breasts or nipples, as reptiles don't breastfeed their babies, their offspring are able to consume solid food immediately after birth. Sophie observed the dragon as she undid her own buttons, noting how the girl's skin tone shifted with her chest and belly being a noticeably lighter shade of pink than the rest of her body. The only parts of her that weren't pigmented were the whites of her eyes, her teeth and the two back horns that sat stop her head, both of them angling back to give her a streamlined appearance.

As Sophie finished undoing the last of her own buttons she mirrored Kresta’s smooth disrobing of the tunic. Normally there'd be more women in here but with the festivities they had the place to themselves, a fact which the young she-wolf was thankful for since she found that getting naked in front of other girls caused her self image issue to flare up since the other females tended to be taller and more well-endowed than she was, unless of course they were children with their mothers, something she was constantly mistaken for being. But today they were alone and Sophie didn't feel the typical smoldering shame as she bared her petite breasts to the open air, her pink nipples poking out of her soft fur.

“I'm so jealous of you.” Kresta said out of the blue as she untied her boots.

“Why?” Sophie asked as she moved to do the same.

“I wish I had tits, even little ones like yours, but look at me, I have nothing.” She said as she rubbed her smooth chest where a set of breasts would otherwise be.

Sofie looked down at her own chest, pushing up her bosom with her hands as she observed what she had.

“I mean, you aren't missing out on much.” She said as she pushed around the small mounds.

“No but I AM, they're just so…sensual and attractive.”

“Is that why you wanted to come to the baths?”

“N-no! Well…maybe a little, but I do need one, honest!”

“Uh huh, sure. I don't get the obsession anyway, they're just for feeding babies.” Sophie retorted, citing the lessons from her tutor on female anatomy.

Kresta's face immediately assumed a puzzled look.

“Sophie…” she said, amazed at her friend’s naivete.

“What?”

Sophie of course knew that men were attracted to a woman's chest, among other things. But had never put much thought into it beyond that, she didn't have much going on there anyway so it was never something she considered.

“I mean, I know boys like them, but I'm a girl so why should I care?”

“Because girls are cute duh” the dragon said incredulously.

“What do you mean?” Sophie asked, puzzled as to what her dear friend was alluding to.

As Kresta slipped out of her boots she quickly stood up, hooking her thumbs inside the waist of her tights and wicking them off her body in a single fluid motion. She now stood stark naked in front of Sophie as the wolf girl noted her light pink patch went all the way down to her crotch, the slit of her pussy a delicate soft pink. The sight of the girl's genitals caused Sophie’s heart to flutter for a second. Most wolf women didn't bother trimming their fur down there and so had a large tuft that obscured everything. Sofie kept hers trimmed since she hated having to clean her fur each time she had a pee.

“You've never looked at another girl and wondered what it'd be like to get with her?” Kresta was still taken aback by Sophie’s inexperience.

“What!? No! Of course not! I mean…it's not like that, but sure some of them are cute…” Sophie blushed hard as she spoke, her body saying more than her words.

“You wolves I swear, that's one of my maids most important jobs in the morning.”

“Wait, you mean she…” Sophie said, dumbfounded at the notion.

“Mhm, she wakes me up, draws me a bath and then makes me cum, it's the perfect way to start the day.” Kresta made a wiggling motion with her fingers as she spoke, her face wearing a mischievous smile.

Sophie knew that dragons had a far more relaxed attitude when it comes to sex and relationships, but the idea of a servant physically pleasuring her was too alien for her young wolf brain to conceive of.

“W-well…ours don't… don't do that.” Sophie stammered as she searched for the words.

“Hey are you gonna get those pants off so we can take a bath?”

“Oh!”

Sophie quickly undid the rest of her shoelaces and threw her boots off. Unlike Kresta, Sophie had to wiggle her butt out of the tights owing to her dense fur gripping onto them. But finally she joined her friend in nudity and the pair made their way through the archway and into the bath itself. The room was large, with large panes of glass along the left wall and atop the ceiling letting in copies amounts of natural light. Plants and vines decorated the floor as the green runners climbed up wherever they could get purchase. Along the wall to their right and both front and back walls were a series of pipes from which flowed a constant stream of fresh water. The palace was situated in a protected valley downstream from a large river which flowed with meltwater off the mountains and glaciers. This meant that the rapid stream could be diverted to give the palace inhabitants running water for their sinks, baths, and toilets. It also meant that the palace was able to have a number of grand fountains fed via the current, and of course the bathhouse.

The water flowing from the pipes flowed into basins in the floor that fed into the pool itself, which in turn fed into a second pool which was accessible via another archway in the far wall. From there it flowed back out where it found its way once more to the river. The second pool was heated in the wintertime or on demand from the royals. Along the far wall of the hot room were a series of saunas for easing one's sore muscles or for warming up on frigid winter days.

“I've always thought you had cute fur.” Kresta said as the two girls made their way into the pool room.

Sophie’s fur was on the darker side for a wolf, not fully black but at night one could mistake her for being so. Instead she was a dark smokey gray with patches of light gray on her chest and belly which extended halfway down the front and inside of her thighs. It also wrapped underneath so that she had a small triangular shaped patch of lighter colored fur on the bottom of her bum where her legs met that extended down about one quarter the length of her thighs. The sides of the patch were curved inwards slightly to give it an appearance similar to that of a spear head. The flanks of her snout and the inside of her ears were the same light gray. The wolf was also marked with a small diamond shaped patch of pure white fur over her belly button with a similar tuft between her breast and on her pubic region, her back had a similar diamond shaped white mark directly above her tail at the base of her spine.

“Especially THIS spot” Kresta said as she poked directly into Sophie’s belly button.

“HEY!” the she-wolf protested, playfully smacking away the offending hand.

“You're too tense girlie, you need to unwind.” The sassy dragon said as she sauntered through the entrance to the batch ensuring her muscular tail was lifted to give the wolf an unobstructed view of her ass the whole time.

Sophie retaliated by pinching the annoying lizard directly on her rear end, her wolf claws taking a firm hold of dragon buttcheek as she exacted revenge.

“Hey hey OW!” Kresta yelped as she jumped out of range, rubbing the spot on her rump where Sophie had pinched her.

It was then that the two girls heard the sound of the entrance door opening, turning to look, Sophie instantly recognized the uniform of the palace’s many servant staff. It was a simple but elegant white tunic with the King's crest embroidered on the right breast along with a pair of black tights and black shoes. Though instead of buttoning down the front, this one had a flap that went across the chest and buttoned down the left side. The whole outfit was held together by a red belt across the waist. The young princess recognized the girl as one of the newest members of staff, hired by the queen only a month prior. The girl was around Sophie’s age, though the princess wasn't sure what it was exactly. She had a lovely warm cream colored coat that in places reminded Sophie of toasted marshmallows. She couldn't quite remember the girl's name, but what she did remember was that she was rather timid in the handful of times they had interacted.

Immediately after the servant stepped into the bathhouse she was joined by another, a fellow new girl whom Sophie had only seen a few times and had never spoken with. Her fur was a true black, her eyes a piercing yellow. Unlike her counterpart, this girl carried herself with a far higher degree of confidence, strolling into the bathhouse with her shoulders squared. Sophie didn't know much about her, only that she was a couple years older than herself, and that her father had served with honor and died during the war with the orcs. Both girls carried baskets of bathing and grooming supplies as well as towels draped over their arms.

“We are at your service, your highness.” The tan wolf said as she performed a brief curtsy.

The black-furred wolf bowed her head in reverence to the two royals while the snout fur of her companion flushed pink as the shy girl tried to avert her gaze from the naked royals.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, we’re all girls here.” Sophie said as she noticed her servants' embarrassment.

“I’m sorry ma’am, it's just that I’ve never been to the bathhouse before, they didn’t quite tell us what to do.” The girl looked mortified as she stood there, the stoic black wolf behind her nodding in agreement.

“Oh it's no matter, it’s just Kresta and myself today so I can give you the rundown in case you’re called to attend to my mother or one of my sisters.” Sophie turned her back to the girls and motioned with her hand for them to follow.

Kresta was already standing underneath one of the flowing streams of water as she scrubbed the dust and dirt from the road off her soft reptilian skin. There was a small stool on the floor next to her that the bather could use if they chose. As it was, both girls elected to stand under the water as Sophie let out a small yip as the cold water sent a shock through her system. Both servant girls stood outside the line of fire to avoid getting any water splashed on them.

“I don’t believe…that I’ve had the pleasure of properly meeting either of you yet.” Sophie said as she stepped briefly out of the water cascading down on top of her.

“My name is Vika,” the light furred wolf said with another curtsy.

“And my name is Leona, my father served with yours during the war, and died with honor. I was given this position as recompense, it is my honor to serve you in the name of my family once more.” The shadowy canine said in a flat tone as she took a steep bow.

“Do all wolves talk this way?” Kresta said with a chuckle as she stretched her back.

“Hush, lizard.” Sophie playfully snapped towards her friend.

“LIZARD!?” Kresta jokingly retorted as she picked up on her friend's sarcasm.

Sophie once more turned to face the servants as she addressed Leona directly.

“My family is honored by your service and sacrifice to us.” Sophie dipped her head to acknowledge all that Leona’s family had given up in the name of their kingdom.

“However, as you can see,” Sophie gestured to her naked body, “we’re a bit more informal today.” the young wolf chuckled as she attempted to return the lighthearted energy to their spa day.

Leona stifled a laugh as she fought to compose herself, Vika however could not shake her blush as she beheld the scene of nudity before her.

“And as for you miss Vika,” the young servant’s ears perked up at the sound of her name. “I think you’ll soon find that we’re not actually that scary and mean.” Sophie said in a soft tone.

“Except me, I’m really scary.” Kresta said as she bared her fangs, those impressive dragon teeth that were normally hidden in her gums now brought to bare.

“Uh-huh, the only thing that should be afraid of you is the banquet tonight.” Sophie retorted, eliciting a chuckle from the two servants.

“Now, let me show you how to perform your duties.”

Sophie stepped out of the water, opening her attendants baskets as she went over the contents in detail. Kept inside was a bar of fresh soap, a natural sponge, a bottle of fur oil, both a stiff and soft bristle brush as well as a coarse and fine comb. The princess explained how once the person she was attending had gotten their fur nice and wet under the water it was their job to use the soap and sponge to scrub their fur clean of dust, dirt and any debris that may have accumulated in the dense pelt. Once the soap had been rinsed it was likely that the royal may want a dip in the pool, and in the winter they may move to the hot pool and then back to the cool one again. During this time they would be on standby, oftentimes they’d be sent out to retrieve a piece of fruit from the garden, and would also have the opportunity to indulge themselves if they wanted. After the bath it would be necessary to brush and comb their fur, as the rough water would inevitably ruffle it up. They were to start with the rough brush before moving to the rough and then fine comb, finishing with the soft brush that would be dabbed with the scented fur oil.

“For today though, after the soap we’re going to jump in the sauna and then the cold pool so I’ll have one of you brush me after that, obviously Kresta won’t be needing the brush, though she may want some oil as it's good for the skin too.” Sophie said as she finished up her lesson.

“Mhm, most certainly.” Kresta signaled her desire to have her skin oiled.

“I-Is your majesty ready to begin?” Vika asked as she removed the bar of soap and the sponge, setting the basket down at her feet.

Sophie nodded as the two princesses turned their backs. Vika took her place behind Sophie as Leona stood behind Kresta. Both girls stood outside of the flowing water, though close enough for their servants to wet the sponge, which they both did with haste. Sophie felt the softness of the sponge on her back as Vika began to gently scrub the lather into her fur. The soap was lightly scented with honey and gave off a warm and pleasant aroma as it made its way into the wolf’s sensitive nose.

“Ma’am…I-I have a question.” Vika asked sheepishly.

“Hmmm? What is it?” Sophie responded.

“Must I wash…everywhere, I don’t want to overstep.” The nerves were evident in her voice.

“Oh yes, my back, my tail, under my tail, my groin and my legs and feet are for you. I prefer to wash my front myself, but my mother and sisters may ask that of you as well.” The princess responded.

“I-I see”

“Mhm, don’t be shy about applying pressure when you scrub either.”

Vika gingerly took hold of Sophie’s wet tail, the appendage had lost its floofy look as it was thoroughly waterlogged. Still, the young servant applied a healthy coat of the soft honey soap to it so the lather ran and dripped off it.

“Ah, a word of advice, do the tail last so it's not getting in your way when you wash the rest of me.” Sophie said in a polite tone as she coached the new girl.

“Yes ma’am” came the reply from behind her.

Sophie took pity on the inexperienced servant, pulling her soapy tail to the side to give Vika easy access to her rear end without getting soap all over her clothes. Now for the first time Vika could behold the petite princess’ bottom without her tail obstructing the view. It was pert and round, with cute lines that accentuated it, the gentle curve giving her body a proportioned shapeliness despite its small size. Vika hesitated for a brief moment while she took in the sight of the royal booty in front of her before covering the small rump with her sponge, working in circular motions she worked the lather into the soft fur. Following her instructions the servant cleaned everywhere, pressing the sponge between Sophie’s cheeks, cleaning all the way to the bottom of her tail. Of course wolves were sticklers for personal hygiene, this wash served to “freshen up” the girl’s rear and give her a clean feeling on every inch of her body.

“Mhm, don’t stop there, get under me too.” Sophie hummed as she enjoyed the feeling of the soft sponge on her sensitive spots, spreading her legs to give Vika access to her undercarriage.

“And to think that people say wolves are prudish, HA!” Kresta laughed as the sponge went between her ass as well.

“Ignore her,” Sophie instructed.

Vika reached her sponge underneath Sophie, gently scrubbing the girl's underside as the princess hummed in pleasure, this was her favorite part of the bath. The feeling of someone reaching up and under her like that always made the young royal feel warm inside, the added stimulation of the sponge against her sensitive femininity only heightened the experience. Sophie bit her lip to keep from making an unfortunate noise due to the sensation, something Kresta made zero effort in as the wolf’s ears were suddenly filled with the sounds of a very happy dragon.

Looking over, Sophie could see that Leona had her arm wrapped around Kresta’s front, her sponge between the girl's legs as she gently scrubbed back and forth. Kresta was looking up at the ceiling, her lower lip bit and her eyes staring off into nothingness as she bore a pleasured look. Thankfully Vika followed her instructions and ignored the dragon, instead completing her duty of washing Sophie’s legs and feet, leaving only the princess’ front to be scrubbed. This task was soon accomplished as the lathery sponge was handed to her.

“Enjoying yourself over there?” Sophie asked, the question was really directed at both girls as she could see a subtle smile across Leona’s face.

“Mhmmmmm” Kresta hummed out as Leona finally finished her scrubbing.

“Leona, do you know how to prepare a sauna?” Kresta asked.

“Yes ma’am.” the black-furred wolf replied as Kresta stepped back into the water to rinse herself.

“You’ll find them at the far end of the other room.” Sophie said, gesturing to the archway leading to the hot pool, “the necessary supplies should be stocked, would you kindly get one of them ready for us please?” she asked politely.

“Of course ma’am” the servant replied with a nod as she once more slung her towel over her arm, taking the basket with her.

After issuing the instruction, Sophie stepped back into the water, rubbing the soap out of her fur, the white bubbles cascading off her and flowing down the small trench into the large pool where the bubbles floated upon the surface of the water, only to be carried away where they eventually dissolved into nothingness.

The inside of the sauna consisted of wooden boards across all the walls, floor and ceiling while a bench of the same wood wrapped around both sides and the far end. Set into the back wall was a small stove with which to heat the rocks. A chimney carried away the smoke from the burning pieces of wood and kept the air inside pure. Once the rocks were hot enough they were set into a basin placed in the middle of the room where water could be poured over the top to create steam. Leona had just finished heating and placing the rocks when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning to look she came face to face with Kresta while Sophie and Vika trailed not far behind.

“Won’t you join us, miss Leona?” the young dragon asked with a smile creasing her face.

The she-wolf was taken aback by the request, unsure exactly how to answer. There was nothing in her training that told her whether or not such a thing was appropriate or not.

“Um, I don’t…Is that…appropriate?” She asked timidly, for the first time her confidence was shaken.

“It is if I ask for it.” Kresta said, her smile broadening so as to ease the servant's nerves.

“Y-yes ma’am” Leona replied as an awkward silence seeped in.

Sophie discreetly rolled her eyes as her friend tormented the servant. She knew Kresta well enough to know when she was trying to get her kicks, though she also knew that the dragon was dead serious about Leona getting in the sauna with them.

“Well, you can’t get in a sauna fully clothed so you’d better lose all that clothing.” Kresta said matter of factly.

“Ah! O-of course, right away ma’am” Leona said in a panic as the awkward silence was broken.

Quickly the girl shuffled out of her clothes, tossing her tunic onto the bench outside the sauna door. Leona was a proper wolf, she stood nearly a head higher than Sophie and was endowed with breasts that would comfortably fill a grown male’s hand. Her bottom too was wolf-like with dense muscle giving her large rear a toned and athletic shape. Soon she was totally naked as she slipped out of her tights, electing to arrange her clothes a bit more neatly now that her initial panic had subsided.

“Well, I suppose you’d better join us too,” Sophie said, turning to Vika. “There’s no use having you stand outside by yourself.” the princess concluded.

Steam rose with a loud hiss as the fog filled the room. Each of the occupants sat upon the bench and breathed a sigh of relief as the hot humid atmosphere did wonders for sore bodies. Sophie and Vika sat across from Kresta and Leona who were both hunched back, their legs spread as they soaked in the relief. Sophie too was relaxed and spread legged on the bench, though the same could not be said for Vika, who looked like she had a pike shaft up her butt. The tan colored wolf was bolt upright, her legs locked firmly together as she desperately tried not to look.

“You know what I could use?” Kresta asked rhetorically, breaking the silence.

“What?” Sophie replied flatly.

“A good orgasm.” the dragon answered matter of factly.

Sophie sighed, she knew something less than proper was inevitable from the dragon. Leona’s ears perked up and she lifted her head slightly as she was now paying full attention. Vika just continued to blush.

“Girl,” Kresta said in reply to Sophie’s exasperated sigh, “I’ve been on the road for days in a carriage with my mother and siblings, I am so pent up right now, and plus you could use one too.” She said, looking at Sophie.

“I beg your pardon?” the young she-wolf asked incredulously.

“Sophie, I can tell when someone needs it, and you need it badly.” Kresta retorted.

Sophie wanted to shout at her friend, to tell her off and send her away. How dare she say such a thing, in front of her own servants no less? She was thoroughly embarrassed by the accusation, and opened her lips to let the petulant dragon have it when she hesitated. Kresta did have a point, it did bother Sophie that none of the boys would so much as look at her, and late at night while others slept with their spouses and lovers she had nobody but her pillows to keep her company, and her fingers to satisfy her natural desires. Perhaps Kresta was right, as annoying as it was to admit. Sophie reset herself, quelling the rash and reactionary anger that had erupted out of her.

“Ok, so what if you’re right, but I’m not going to ask that of my servants, don’t think I don’t know why you wanted them in here.”

“I didn’t say it had to be them, but they are here…” Kresta said in a coy tone.

Leona was smart enough to pick up on Kresta’s devious intentions and once more that smile creased her lips as she played into the dragon princess’ plan.

“Whatever your highness wishes of me, it will be my honor to serve.” She said with a hint of a sultry tone in her voice.

“See” Kresta shot back at Sophie, her face smug.

“Well then Miss Leona, serve me.” the dragon said as she spread her legs further, patting the mound above her pussy.

Vika covered her eyes and Sophie watched as Leona rose from her seat with a smirk across her face, setting herself back down between Kresta’s knees, her black wolf snout hovering just in front of the dragon’s femininity. The wolf’s breath teased the princess’ sensitive pink slit with each breath.

“Ahhhh yes, that's it.” Kresta sighed as she leaned her head back as she felt the wolf’s tongue greet her privates, the sensation sending her melting back into the seat.

The sounds of lapping could be heard as Kresta bit her lip, placing her hand atop Leona’s head as the she-wolf went down on her.

“D-does y-your majesty wish me t-to perform the same action upon…her?” Vika said sheepishly as she peeked out behind her fingers.

Sophie sighed, Kresta was right about her needing a release. The poor runt wolf had been touch starved for years and was now presented with an opportunity to remedy that, though she couldn’t live with herself if she thought she had forced it out of her dear servant.

“Only if you want to, you have every right to say no to this Vika.” She said calmly over the sounds of licking and a happy dragon girl.

“May I say ma’am?” the girl asked.

“Please”

“The reason for my shyness is…that I think you’re really cute…a-and to see you today n-naked…w-w-w-was…” Vika stammered and trailed off.

Sophie said nothing, but smiled and reached up to pet the trembling girl’s velvety soft ear. The touch brought a slight calmness to Vika who had begun to shake like a leaf. Sophie shifted her body, setting her bum down on the far wall and lifting her leg onto the bench where she had been sitting, spreading her other leg out to give Vika access. Slowly the girl rose from her seat and lowered her snout between the princess’s thighs, her breath now kissing her master’s small slit as her pink tongue timidly reached out, gracing Sophie’s small pussy with a gentle lick. The sensation sent a shiver up Sophie’s spine, this was the first time anyone had ever touched her there intimately.

“D-don’t be shy, let me have it, do what you’ve always wanted to.” Sophie whispered as she caressed Vika’s ear, the young servant looking at her with big puppy eyes.

It was as if Vika’s eyes were saying “Thank you” as she leaned her snout in forward, as she lived out the dream she’d been having since she began working at the palace. Vika’s tongue fully covered Sophie’s pussy with room to spare, with the edges of the soft appendage lapping away at her inner thighs. Once she was given permission the servant wasted no time, pushing aside Sophie’s tight lips and lapping away at the soft fleshy folds underneath. Her snout was locked onto the petite she-wolf’s vagina, refusing to become dislodged even as she lifted her ass off the bench, her hips bucking and humping on their own.

The sensation was all consuming, Sophie didn’t even hear Kresta encouraging her from across the small sauna. The fat tongue lapping away at her pussy and cold nose breathing against her clit was enough to drown out the world as she huffed and puffed the hot humid sauna air. The sounds of tongues lapping and girls moaning and yipping filled the small space, contained by the heavy sauna door. The rest of the bathhouse was only filled with the sounds of the running water flowing from the ornamental fixtures, the space devoid as any potential bathers remained occupied by the ongoing festivities in the palace.

“Oh gods oh gods OH GODS!” Sophie wailed as she became the first to cum.

Despite starting later the tiny wolf was the first to pop as her pent up body didn’t even try to savor the experience. That coupled with Vika’s desperate licking sent her over the edge in short order. Sophie’s orgasm was loud and disorganized as she held onto Vika’s head for dear life, her hips grinding on and humping the young servant’s face as she rode it out. Kresta followed shortly after as Leona held the dragon’s thighs open, her experienced mouth treating the foreign princess to a masterclass in oral sex.

“Fuck…you’ve done this before.” Kresta said as her body tensed.

The dragon’s orgasm was more contained than Sophie’s explosive climax, her moans and vocalizations more coherent as the experienced princess let the feelings wash over her with a satisfied grin.

“I went to an all girl’s school when I was younger, you could say I’ve had some practice.” Leona said as she leaned in to kiss Kresta on the mouth, a bold move that the dragon reciprocated.

Their kiss only lasted for a few moments, unlike Vika’s who as soon as she saw Leona’s move pounced on the princess, the two of them passionately making out while the other pair watched on.

“Don’t you just love to see that?” Kresta asked in a soft voice as she watched Vika climb on top of Sophie, their mouths still locked together as their tongues battled for supremacy.

“Yeah…” Leona said with a sigh as it became obvious that Vika was winning as she wrapped up the small wolf in her arms.

Sophie’s eyes gazed off into nothing as she was scooped up by the bigger cream wolf. Her mouth full of the other girl's tongue as her body naturally relented to the more powerful lover, the taste of her own juices now spreading in her mouth. Finally Vika relented, pulling her mouth away, her tongue trailing behind as Sophie suckled on it while it slid from her lips. The girls looked deep into each other's eyes as their senses only now came back to them.

Sophie was exhausted from the strength of her orgasm, Kresta was definitely right, she had needed that more than she had even known. And now as her fur was brushed and oiled the princess noticed a newfound confidence in Vika who hummed tunes as she worked the smaller girl’s fur back into something presentable. She even had her hip cocked to one side as she stood far more comfortably despite her nudity. There was depth and warmth to her voice now as her shyness melted away. She had gotten what she had dreamed of, something she had previously thought to be unobtainable.

“I do love the smell of this oil.” Sophie said as the expensive substance was brushed into her fur.

“Oh yes, vanilla, honey and a hint of sandalwood, a fine scent.” Vika said as she continued brushing it in.

Leona had forsaken the brush entirely and had resorted to using her hands to spread a lavender scented oil over Kresta’s already buttery smooth skin. As with the sponge earlier, the black she-wolf covered every inch of the pink dragon’s slender body, slipping her fingers into the princess’ sensitive spots, eliciting a coy smile from her.

Finally the group slipped back into their clothes as they finished up. The two servants donned their previous uniforms as Sophie wore the outfit she had stashed in her private room. It was a simple black vest with a lovely red floral pattern which buttoned down the front coupled with a pair of gray tights and her previous boots. Unlike her tunic, the vest stopped at her waist thus allowing the thin tights to show off her body’s natural curves. Though this required her to don a pair of panties so as to stop the legwear from showing off too much of her body, normally she wore nothing under them as the tunic kept her rear end and womanhood out of sight.

“Thank you Vika, I guess I really needed that.” Sophie said as the group exited the bathhouse.

“The pleasure is mine, your highness…well, mostly mine I suppose.” She said with a chuckle, the first thing approaching a laugh that she had uttered all day.

“Indeed,” Sophie said, returning the casual laugh. “You know, my current handmaid is retiring soon, she has a husband and pups now, so she wants to be home with them.”

“Really? That's wonderful for her.”

“Mhm, the palace is going to help her out too, money and all.”

“So does this mean…?” Vika’s voice trailed off.

“That I need a new handmaid?” Sophie finished the question for her. “Yes, it does.”

“...and?” Vika looked like she might explode.

“How would you like the job?”

Vika’s eyes went wide as her brain processed the question. Her excitement could only be contained for so long.

“YES YES, PLEASE, I’LL DO SUCH A GOOD JOB!” the toasted marshmallow colored wolf bounced up and down as she gleefully accepted.

Sophie smiled, it brought her real joy to see a member of her staff this happy in their duty.

“Well just keep doing your best right now, and when the time comes the headmistress will give you the news, just don’t let on that you knew already.” Sophie warned.

“Of course of course, I’ll do my best at everything!” Vika was still giddy.

“Speaking of, I’m sure they’re going to be wondering where you two have gone off too.” Sophie said, noting that the sun was now much lower in the sky.

“Oh, right! Let's get going Leona.” Vika called out to her colleague.

As Sophie and Vika had talked they hadn’t noticed that Leona and Kresta had fallen behind, their pace slow and deliberate as the pair carried on with a conversation of their own. Upon hearing Vika call out to her, Leona turned back to her dragon lover as the pair pressed their snouts together in a longer, deeper kiss than the one they had shared in the sauna. Kresta was of a similar size to Sophie, and so Leona had to bend her neck down to receive the dragon’s kiss. Sophie watched as the two girls continued kissing, their lips only parting after several tense seconds had gone by. As the kiss broke a strand of saliva connected the two together until it finally broke. Kresta chuckled as she wiped her face clean with her sleeve, the two sharing one last deep look into each other’s eyes before parting. The group now broke back up into pairs based on their social standing as the two servants returned to their usual duties.

“So much for just a casual trip to the baths.” Sophie said as she found herself alone with her friend once more.

“You enjoyed that, I saw you.” Kresta teased.

“What was that you talked about?” the wolf questioned.

“Oh nothing, just…stuff.” Kresta gazed off into the distance, indicating that whatever they talked about, it was NOT “nothing”

“What about you? She seemed really excited about whatever you said to her.”

“Well, my handmaid is retiring so she can be home with her pups.”

“Yeah”

“Well, I figured I’d offer her the job.”

“Damn, her tongue was that good?” Kresta asked as she returned the earlier butt pinch that Sophie had given her.

“OW HEY!...I mean, yeah…it was good, but I think she’d do really well as my handmaid.”

“You mean she’d do YOU really well as your handmaid” Kresta said, snickering as she continued to tease her canine friend.

“Oh shut up, you already told me what your’s does every morning.”

“Mhm, exactly, she does me really well, every morning.”

“It's good for you,” Kresta continued. “It's healthy to have someone around to eat your pussy whenever you need it, keeps you from getting pent up and irritable.”

“Uggh, don’t talk like that, so vulgar.” Sophie said, sticking out her tongue as she mimicked a vomiting sound.

“You!” Kresta said as she began poking the wolf, “Cum your brains out in the sauna, screaming like a mad woman, and then have the balls to call ME vulgar!?”

“Ok ok! I get it just stop!” Sophie said with a laugh as she swatted away Kresta’s poking fingers.

The two girls made their way back through the labyrinth of plants and trees that made up the garden, they eventually returned to the same door that they had exited from. Waiting for them outside the door with his arms crossed was one of the older members of staff. Sophie recognized him as her father’s butler, Igor. If he was out here then she knew that he meant business.