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"Come and get yer grub, gotta look nice for show day", a large gruff canine scowled through the bars as he tossed hunks of stale bread into the cages.

There was a loud banging as he walked along the cells pounding the hilt of his sword against the bars, my head was ringing as a hunk of bread was unceremoniously tossed in front of me. My name is Everett Rhystor, or more commonly referred to as 'slave' here in the cages. I used to be the only son of a general merchant and village doctor, but that was until my village was destroyed by a large band of slavers and raiders.

My parents were slain in the defense of the town, and me being only thirteen years old at the time was thrown into slavery as I still had many working years ahead of me. That was seven years ago, and today is my twentieth birthday. I have been tossed around and traded amongst many traders and slavers for most of my life, I worked for wealthy nobles as a servant and fetched whatever they wanted or provided whatever they asked, and sometimes acted as a play-thing for their guests. Because of how we are kept in these cells and how little food we receive, my build is not very muscular, almost feminine with how lean my stomach and chest are. I suppose that would be a favorable characteristic for a nobleman's slave.

Today was different though, today we were going to the open market in the capitol city of Baelnor, my previous master had decided he wanted new meat on the table and had traded me off to another traveling group of slavers, and I overheard some of the guards talking about moving us all to Baelnor. I have only heard tales of the city myself, having lived mostly in the country and at large rural estates of nobles, apparently it is quite the place to behold with many elaborate structures and the opulent King's palace in the center, as well as home to the largest trading market in the entire kingdom.

Right now we are stopped at an outpost on the main road to the city, and it also being one of the few times we are fed. Supposedly they want us to look a little more plump for the market so that we are sold off quickly. I, being a lean fox, which is a rather uncommon species nowadays, will probably fetch a pretty penny from what I've learned over the years of slavery. Some of my other cellmates, mostly various rodents from the burrow that was raided last week are here, some rabbits, mice, and a shrew, will most likely be traded off as farm workers. There are a pair of large male bears that were captured too that get their own cages, and will probably be sold off to a farm or as mercenaries to the highest bidder.

I may have been a merchant's son but my mother was stern on making sure I received a proper education, and unlike some of my other less fortunate cellmates I have the ability to read and write and conduct myself in a civil way. It is never a good thing to switch owners, you never know who you might get, and they could be mean or abusive or just neglectful. I've heard stories from other slaves about beatings for just dropping a pitcher of water or not bringing them a towel fast enough. I was fortunate enough to learn my place quickly and am always making sure to be prompt, lest my master teach me a lesson.

"Alright, alright! Get movin' you dogs we got bank to make by sunset!", one of the canine slavers shouted and pointed to the others to get back to moving our caravan along. The large workhorse slaves up front began pushing the cart, and the cage-filled wagon lurched forward on the bumpy road. I carefully took bites of the bread as we went on our way to Baelnor, and I tried to flatten my orange fur to make myself presentable. I may be a slave but I still have some dignity left. I laid down on the hard cage floor and tried to rest some before we got to the capitol.

I woke some hours later to some commotion coming from the front of the caravan; apparently the Baelnor City Guards were checking the haul to allow entrance to the city. I looked out from my cage and saw an impressive marble archway that we were passing through, and beyond that a large heavy steel gate with numerous armor-clad soldiers wielding spears standing beside it. Eventually they let us pass and we immediately went through the more common parts of town. There were peasants in rags running through the street and chasing after the wagon as I saw various peddlers selling junk alongside the narrow road.

Finally we arrived at a large gilded gateway with the words "Baelnor Grand Market" etched into the top. It was bustling, tons of merchants shouting and advertising their wares for sale, large tents and tables were set up with everything you could imagine. One of the canines came up and unlocked our cages, putting heavy steel shackles around our legs and shoved us into a line to get ready for auction. I did as I was told and got into position, I looked over and one of the bears was putting up a fight and refusing to let them shackle his legs, and I winced as a swift knock on his head from a hilt sent the ursine to the floor. A quick shove from the canines sent us shuffling towards the wooden podium in the center, and we lined up in a row to show our "goods" to the public.

A cool breeze rushed between my thighs as nothing but a small loincloth kept me decent. There were many people in robes and fancy shirts in the crowd, and I could tell they were nobles. There was a few people in the way back up on high seats behind shrouds and had their guards bidding for them, probably either very wealthy individuals or royalty closed off from the common riff-raff of the market. My ears twitched as the other rodents in our group were auctioned off for no more than fifty silver, and one of the bears was sold for a gold piece for being in good shape I suppose. I was up next as the auctioneer inspected my body, holding up my slender arms and making me turn around to show my plump rear as well as the rest of my physique. As the bidding started I could hear people calling out for one hundred silver, then two hundred. I was keeping an eye on the bidders to see if it was perhaps a rich noble that wanted me, or simply another gruff slaver, I twitched my ears uncomfortably as a bulky ox in the front, clearly a slaver, offered up the current highest bid of five-hundred silver. He grinned devilishly as he was satisfied that he had out-bid anyone else at the market and that I was soon to be his.

"Going once... going twice!" the auctioneer shouted out, when suddenly one of the guards from the shrouded seats in the back chimed up,

"Ten gold!" he shouted.

Some people in the crowd gasped and looked back, the ox was clearly angry at the extremely high price tag put on my head, and I myself was surprised that someone obviously very wealthy had a keen eye for my services. The ox grunted and reached into his satchel, pulling a filled pouch out and slamming on the edge of the podium as gold coins spilled out.

"Fifty gold." He said.

At this point the crowd was looking back and forth from the shrouded stand and the angry ox slaver in the front, I could see the shroud part slightly and the guard nodded.

"Five-hundred gold." Yelled the guard.

The ox was fuming, picked up his pouch of gold and trampled off out of the market. The salivating auctioneer metaphorically picked his jaw up off the ground saying "Sold!" as the deal was done. I was shocked, who would possibly pay that exorbitant amount for me? The guards led me off the podium and I was taken behind the stands to a holding pen of sorts for people to pick up their purchases. I sat down in my cage and awaited my new master to come to me.

After waiting about half an hour, a pair of very tall black armor-clad wolves came and unlocked my cage and removed my shackles. As I felt my now free ankles and wrists and tried to flatten my fur again to present myself I could tell that these canines were clearly royal guardsmen, their shining breast plates enrobed in purple cloth and the bright yellow insignia of Baelnor donned the front. They led me along and out of the market until we got to a large elaborate carriage waiting for us and one of them motioned for me to get up inside. I did hurriedly and looked around the interior, it was lined with purple velvet and had many comfortable-looking pillows sprawled about, and a yellow-robed figure lay upon one of the large pillows on the other side.

I respectfully nodded, "Greetings master, I will do as you say and do anything you wish me to do."

The robed figure let out a gentle laugh, and I could tell it was a noblewoman as she removed her veil. She was a very tall tan horse, with white stripes upon her muzzle, and had a long blonde mane, and dare I say she was quite attractive, clearly someone of royalty.

"Please, my name is Abigail, Princess Abigail, heir to the throne of Baelnor. Come; sit with me as we return to my palace. What is your name, young one?" she said softly, her voice was very easy on the ears, and she smiled as I sat down on one of the large pillows in front of her.

"My name is Everett, mistress, and I am honored to be your servant."

"Well Everett, I like your name, we will get you acclimated to your new home, and as my personal servant I promise you that you will be treated well and receive anything that you wish." She said with her silky voice.

"Anything?" I said surprised, "but I am merely a servant, I do not want you to think I will be taking advantage of your generosity!" I exclaimed.

"I do not think that will be happening, you appear well learned and very polite, I feel we will get along just fine."

The carriage ride was very comfortable as we returned to the palace. Princess Abigail smiled at me occasionally as I looked about, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. It was amazing to me that such a beautiful noblewoman had taken interest in me.

The sun was just starting to set as we arrived at the palace, the guards let the princess down and I followed closely behind her. The large doors opened slowly before us and we stepped into a grand hall with the tallest ceiling I had ever seen. The walls were adorned with tapestries and paintings of royalty, and a grand golden chandelier donned the center of the ceiling.

"Come, we will get you into something more decent instead of that loincloth"

I blushed as I was still mostly naked at this point, and felt really out of place amongst the velvet rugs of the palace, but I followed my mistress closely, her long yellow robe contrasted the interior of the halls well, and from behind I could she was easily six and a half feet tall, common height for a horse, practically dwarfing a lean fox like me by about a foot.

We entered a well-lit room, and she closed the door behind us.

"This is my personal wardrobe, and seeing as how you are my first personal servant, I only think it fitting that we find you something to wear from here. Not all of these clothes are mine, but ones that had ordered special for my first servant, any and all of these are yours for the choosing. I hope you enjoy the collection and do not mind my particular taste in fashion." She smiled as I looked curiously at her.

"I will await you to make your selection here, and please, take your time trying things on." She grinned as she sat down in a comfy looking chair in the corner. I walked behind the privacy screen and looked curiously into one of the first drawers of many along the wall. A heavy red filled my cheeks as I pulled out a cute white ruffled blouse and a pink pleated skirt, in the next drawer was what was clearly a maid's uniform, complete with white lace trim and a black corset and skirt. These were all girls' clothes!

"Finding everything alright?" Princess Abigail said from her seat.

"Yes mistress, but are these not all girl's clothes?" I asked.

"I figured that with your slender, more feminine figure that these would be more to your liking, are they not?" she replied quizzically.

I did not want to upset my new mistress by asking for male clothing, besides; most of these garments were rather... cute. Ever since I was younger I had always wondered what it would be like to dress in the clothes of the opposite gender, they always seemed comfortable and attractive to wear.

"Yes mistress, thank you so much!" I replied back.

I opened the bottom drawer and my cheeks went red again, inside were many pairs of very cute and colorful panties, carefully laid out. Many of them appeared to be made of soft silk and had a small bow on the front and some even had a cute lacy trim. I carefully picked up one of the first ones, which was bright pink and silky with a petite white bow on the front. Not wanting to disappoint my mistress I discarded my rough loincloth behind the privacy of the screen and carefully slipped into the soft panties. They felt so nice and smooth against my thighs as I slid them into place, and I looked at myself in the mirror. I was not well-endowed by any stretch of the imagination, and my bulge was barely visible at all in the adorable undergarments. I turned around and admired how they looked on my plump rear, only partially covering my butt. I must admit that I rather enjoyed how they looked and felt on me. I jumped a little as I felt a soft hand gently rest on my shoulder, and I turned around to see the princess standing there.

"Do you like them?" She leaned over my shoulder and looked into the mirror with me.

"Y-yes mistress, very much so." I stuttered as I blushed at being admired by a princess seeing my in such girly underwear. My small bulge was a little bit more prominent as my loins betrayed my wishes to remain respectable and I became slightly erect at the situation.

"I'm glad you enjoy them, and I encourage you to try on as many as you like to and wear any of these clothes till your heart's content" She smiled and giggled back at me. "And since you're enjoying this so much, how about I help you a little?"

I tilted my head curiously as she took off her yellow robe, revealing a very plain yet pretty purple dress that she was wearing underneath, it had a small silver brooch near her shoulder and it flowed perfectly upon her beautiful curvy figure. She opened up one of the wardrobe drawers and pulled out a small pink bra.

"Here, this will match those perfectly!" She smiled and carefully helped me into the soft bra, the cups were very small so it fit my chest perfectly just as she said. I picked up the white ruffled blouse and pink pleated skirt from earlier and carefully put them on and took a final look in the mirror as she smiled. I thought I looked very cute, even in such feminine clothes.

"I cannot thank you enough for your kindness mistress..." I said as she laid her arms around me.

"It is the least I can do for you my sweet, besides, I think you look very good in these."

I blushed and she led me out of the wardrobe room. I followed her closely as we walked through the palace, she showed me some of the different rooms like the library, the kitchens, the dining room, and of course, the bathrooms. Everything was so opulent it was almost a dream come true, to think I went from being huddled in a hard cage to walking about in this grand palace!

Afterwards we went to the dining room where just me and Abigail ate a wonderfully prepared meal.

"Mistress, where are the others of your family? Should they not also eat with us?" I questioned.

"Ah yes, my family is away on official royal business, so we essentially have the palace to ourselves at the moment save for the guards and the rest of my family's servants."

"I see, is there a sleeping quarters for the servants to go to?" I asked wanting to know where I would sleep for the night, feeling rather tired from the whole day's journey.

"There is, but since you are my first and only servant, you will be sleeping in my chambers to keep me company." She said.

I blushed furiously; surely she doesn't mean sharing the same bed? What if she sleeps in the nude? Would it be impolite for me to refuse? I thought to myself thoroughly as she clearly saw I was perplexed.

"And if it's any clarification for you, yes you will be sharing my bed with me. It is rather large but can get lonely sometimes, and is one of the main reasons I wished to find my own personal servant."

I was about to protest but if it was as my mistress wished, then it shall be so. I had never shared a bed with such royalty before.

"Then I shall be your company mistress." I replied.

She smiled lovingly and ruffled her fingers through the fur on the top of my head before we left the dining hall. It was already well into the night now and I could see the bright moon through the large stained glass windows of the palace.

"Come, let us get some rest, you have had quite the day today Everett."

I nodded and followed Abigail down the long hallway to her bed chambers, we entered her room and it was quite luxurious. Velvet carpeting, a tall ornate window enclosed with purple drapes, a large dresser with various jewelry for any occasion setting on top, and finally a large plush bed in the center. She instantly removed her form-fitting dress in front of me, and my face went red as I diverted my gaze respectfully, but I could not help from seeing her bright yellow panties, decorated with elaborate lace delicately outlining her curvaceous posterior and a bra containing her large breasts to match. She opened one of the wardrobe drawers and pulled out a sheer white nightie and covered herself with it, and then turned to smile at me before she slid under the covers, patting to the spot next to her. I carefully removed my clothes and got into the bed next to her in nothing but my pink silk panties. She blew out the candle and pulled up the covers over us.

"Good night Everett" She said softly, as I comfortably got situated under the sheets. Out of respect for the princess, I laid facing away from her on my side, and fell into a deep sleep, the exhaustion from the journey finally catching up to me.

I woke from a very restful sleep to the faint sound of birds chirping outside as long bright light-shafts peeked through the purple curtains to the bed chamber. I had not slept that well in years, but as I tried to ease my way out of bed I felt a soft arm across my chest. I had completely forgotten that I had fallen asleep next to the princess. She must have turned in her sleep and gotten her arm around me somehow. I looked back and saw her beautiful tan and white striped face, clearly content with snoozing the day away. I did not want to stir Abigail from her sleep and I was actually quite comfortable within her embrace.

She has shown me nothing but kindness and given me more in one day than I've received from my previous masters for as long as I've been a servant. I cannot believe how fortunate I am right now, surely this must be a dream. I carefully turned in her arms to face her sleeping figure. I studied her long pretty muzzle and the intricate markings in her mane for a few minutes when suddenly she stirred, holding me closer to her chest. Her large breasts barely contained in her bright yellow lace bra were pressed up against my face, and I struggled to try and rearrange myself lest the princess think I were trying to take advantage of her, but her grip was solid. Suddenly her eyes opened, and I embarrassingly looked up at her from her chest where she was holding me.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry Everett I didn't mean to suffocate you!" She stammered as she released me from her grasp and caressed my cheek. "I didn't hurt you did I? Sometimes I get a little clingier when I have dreams..."

"No no not at all Princess, I'm alright. In fact I was rather comfortable in your embrace." I blushed.

"I'm so glad you're okay, perhaps we can do some more bonding today, but intentionally this time?" She giggled. "Come, let us go get ourselves clean and see if we can get some lovely attire on."

As we crawled out of bed she procured two sets of bath robes to be modest with, and she led me down the hall to the bathrooms. They were quite roomy inside and were divided, one side for men and the other for women. She told me there should be some cleaning salves on the shelves and to take my time and that she'd do the same.

After a thorough rinsing in the hot baths I wrapped the robe around me and came out to see that Abigail was waiting for me, carefully brushing her mane.

"Feeling a bit better now? Let's go to the wardrobe room and try on some things for fun." She grinned as I followed closely behind her.

We entered the well-lit room and she sat down in her usual chair and waited for me to change. I picked out an adorable pair baby blue and white striped panties to put on, they were a very soft cotton and felt nice against my fresh clean fur, and accented my rear quite well. I even found the cute cotton bra top to match! I looked through the drawers and found a nice white button-up shirt with a small bronze clasp at the neck, and a modest black skirt. I loved the way they looked but it felt like something was missing, so I rummaged through the bottom drawers again and found some lovely white and blue striped stockings and slipped them on too. There were even small little accessories on top of the dresser, and I couldn't help but take a little blue bow and clip it to my short hair. It felt so good to be able to dress like this; it was liberating and made me feel very feminine and attractive.

I stepped out from behind the privacy curtain and saw Princess Abigail beam a bright smile as she got up and looked at the outfit I had picked out.

"You look positively adorable Everett, I love your little bow and stockings! If I didn't know any better I'd think you were a lovely young girl!" She hugged me and held my hand for a brief moment. "I'll be just a moment!" She said as she trotted behind the curtain so she could change.

My cheeks were still bright red from her compliment when she stepped out from behind the curtain. She was stunningly gorgeous, wearing a form-fitting red dress with a split at her thigh, showing off her long powerful horse thighs and a small golden brooch donned just under her neck.

"Let us go get some breakfast shall we?" She smiled at me, clearly pleased with my reaction to her dress.

We went and ate a delicious breakfast of fresh fruits and warm baked breads and preserves before I piped up:

"Where are we going today mistress?" I questioned while greedily taking another bite of mouth-watering bread.

"Well I have planned a special day for us. First, we will take the carriage down to the royal soldier's garrison as I am expecting some news from Knight-Captain Saliyah about some official business, but right after that we'll be heading to the Baelnor Grand Gardens for a lovely stroll, and then we'll make our way to the market to pick up some herbs for the chefs at the palace, and then finally we will have a wonderful candle-lit dinner ready for us on the upper balcony tonight."

"That all sounds wonderful, Princess!" I smiled at her and she returned it doubly.

While I was excited for the day, I was a little hesitant about returning to the marketplace where I was sold again. But no matter, it couldn't be all bad, as I had met Abigail there after all.

We finished breakfast and made our way to the royal carriage that awaited us. Several tall guardsman accompanied us and helped us up inside. The carriage lurched forward as we sat comfortably upon the soft pillows for our ride. It couldn't have been but fifteen minutes until we reached the garrison and the princess got up to be let out.

"Stay here Everett, I should only be a moment." Said the princess.

I nodded obediently and peered out the tinted glass to her elegant form walking up to a tall lioness figure, who wore a shining silver breastplate and from what I could tell had many piercings along her ears, and a small bull-ring through her nose, she must be the knight-captain. She handed the princess a scroll and they talked for a short bit, and I saw her pointing to the carriage, to which the princess smiled and nodded. They must be talking about me. The princess returned and handed the scroll to one of the guards and climbed back into the carriage. She came over and sat right next to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.

"Saliyah says she'd love a chance to meet you when she's not so busy, she's a lot like me in more ways than one, I think you'd two would get along nicely." She smiled as she lovingly caressed my arm.

"It would be an honor to meet anyone as lovely as you mistress." I commented.

A light pink filled her cheeks as the carriage moved forward again. The day was bright and sunny, with only a few scattered clouds in the sky, a wonderful day for a stroll through garden I thought. Soon enough we arrived and were let down onto the carefully trimmed grass of the gardens. There were dozens of ornately carved flowerboxes filled to the brim with some of the most beautiful and colorful flowers I had ever seen. We walked at a casual pace through them, stopping to admire the fauna occasionally. We stayed there for about an hour and had a nice quiet stroll.

We returned to the carriage and set on our way down to the market, which was as bustling as it was on the day I arrived. Two guardsmen accompanied us as we received many stares from the crowd, who parted for our passing as we approached the herb vendor. I watched as Abigail picked up some sprigs of various greenery and inspected their quality before purchasing them. I walked a little ways over to the cloth vendor right next door and looked at the colorful silks they had on display.

"Hey wait a minute!" A gruff, semi-familiar voice shouted out behind me.

I turned around and saw that the voice was coming from the rather large ox slaver that had been outbid for me at the auction the other day.

"Looks like he was a little faggot after all, just look at those absurd clothes!" He laughed along with his crew of two large canines before stomping over to me, picking me up by the collar with one hand.

"You should've been mine days ago, but now you're coming with me little one, hehehe" he chuckled as I struggled in his grasp, in a panic, I called out for the princess.

"ABIGAIL! HELP ME PLEASE!" I shouted.

"Wuh?" the ox had a confused look on his face as the tall tan horse girl ran up and hooked the ox right in the snout, making him release his grasp on me and stagger back, blood dripping from his nostril.

"Why you bitch!" He stammered as he began to unsheathe his sword from his scabbard but not quick enough before one of the royal guardsman already had his sword to the ox's throat.

"You dare threaten Princess Abigail and see to take her property, you lowly thug!" The guardsman was quickly joined by the other as they drew their swords on the slavers.

"You are convicted with attempted theft and intent to harm Baelnorian royalty, you are forever banned from entering these walls, and I better see you and your cronies walking out that gate right now or be tossed in the cages with your merchandise" Abigail sternly yelled.

The ox grunted and huffed, motioning for his men to back off as they headed for the gate.

"Did they hurt you, Everett?" Abigail came over to me and kneeled down as tears fell from my cheeks.

"No, thanks to you mistress. All I wanted to do was look at these fabrics when I heard him shouting. I was so scared, I thought that I was going to be thrown back in those cages and taken away, but you saved me." I cried.

"Come, let us return to the palace." She lovingly wrapped her arms around me and held me close as we walked back to the carriage and climbed inside.

Her warm embrace calmed me as the carriage rocked back and forth, she gently caressed my hair and back, rubbing me through my clothes as she nuzzled my cheek with hers. Her loving touch was so warm and wonderful, I had almost forgotten why I was even upset. Without even thinking, I leaned over slightly and pressed my muzzle against hers. I immediately pulled back, aghast at what I had just done unintentionally.

"Princess I didn't mean to-" were all the words I managed to muster before Abigail pressed her lips against mine again, this time I did not pull away, but closed my eyes as I took in this tingling sensation inside of me. I was kissing the Princess! She was kissing me back! Her lips were velvet soft, lovingly kissing mine in return; she wrapped her arms around me and held me close to her bosom, my tail flicking excitedly back and forth. Finally, our muzzles parted.

"P-princess b-but..." I stammered.

"Shhh," She cooed, "You are my servant and my friend, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that you are happy. I care about you dearly Everett, even over this short time that we've known each other, I knew from the minute I saw you at the market that I had to rescue you from that fate. You are quite the attractive young fox you know, and I do not mind in the slightest that we kissed." She smiled her usual bright beaming smile back at me. "Perhaps if you enjoyed it too we could do it some more later, hmm?" She cracked a sly grin.

My cheeks were a deep crimson red. Obviously I thought that the princess was incredibly attractive and would gladly jump from a cliff to be able to kiss those velvety lips once more.

"I would love to very much mistress." I smiled back.

"Good, I'm glad." She giggled before hugging me close again.

We arrived at the entrance to the palace shortly and were greeted by a dozen guardsmen and the Knight-Captain Saliyah.

"When I heard that you were attacked at the marketplace I rallied my men immediately and came here as soon as I could to make sure that you were alright, Princess." Saliyah said in a concerned tone.

"I thank you for your concern Sali, it was just a scuffle, but we are safe and sound now." The princess replied. "They were nothing more than some lowly slavers trying to take my Everett away from me."

"Ahh, you must be the cutie everyone's been talking about, and with good reason!" Saliyah walked over and kneeled in front of me, her bright green lion eyes looked me up and down, accented by some very intricate war paint stained into her fur, only further enhanced by her numerous facial piercings. "I love your clothes!" She smiled, baring her large leonine teeth.

"It is an honor to meet you Saliyah, the princess speaks highly of you and I would love the opportunity to get to know you better, and thank you so much!" I beamed back at her.

She stood up on her haunches, easily a few inches taller than the princess and gave me a few firm pats on my head.

"Come, let us get these herbs to the chefs and enjoy the rest of our evening together, shall we?" said the Princess as I followed her inside.

She handed the sack of herbs to a servant who presumably rushed them off to the kitchen as we walked up the large center staircase up to the balcony. A small table enclosed by a short canopy overhead awaited us. The table had a beautiful fruit tray spread out already waiting for us as we sat down. I eagerly took some purple grapes and popped them into my snout as we sat there and smiled at each other, enjoying the lovely view of Baelnor and the cool breeze blowing past.

Our meal arrived promptly on silver platters; we both received a generous helping of delicious sweet potato pie, a small green salad, and an herbal broth soup, all of which was very tasty. We washed it down with cool spring water. The sun was setting quickly and I smiled at Abigail, she smiled back and I could feel the soft felt of her leg rub against mine. She grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway to our room. She closed the door behind us and I sat on the edge of the bed curiously as she walked over, her beautiful red dress hugging her swaying figure well.

"Everett." She said.

"Yes mistress?" I replied.

She stood in front of me, her long leg partially revealed from underneath her dress, and she leaned forward closer to me, and I couldn't help from staring as her large breasts came into view.

"Have you ever been with someone... intimately?" She asked.

"Only as a play-thing for my former masters, I was always on the receiving end because of my girlish figure and relatively small 'equipment'" I honestly replied. "And while I did not ever really enjoy it, I prefer being in that role anyway, it feels more... natural to me."

"Thank you for being honest Everett." She stated, "I would never do anything intentionally that would make you uncomfortable, and my only wish for you is that you are happy and content. But would you consider letting me love you?"

I raised my eyebrows, was she flat out asking me if she could have sex with me? How could I refuse? She's only shown me kindness and compassion, but this was so straightforward and sudden! What if I could not please my mistress, I would be devastated if I disappointed her.

She gently laid her hand upon my shoulder.

"And before you answer me, there is something I must let you know." She said calmly, "I am not like most other girls, and I hope it doesn't dissuade you, but I feel like I need to be upfront with you first."

She carefully slipped out of her long red dress, and I blushed as she stood before me in nothing but her bright red lace panties and bra. I tried to divert my eyes out of respect but I felt her soft hand lift my chin as she leaned over to look me in the eyes, and she took her other hand to gently push down the top of her panties ever so slightly, revealing the thick brown base of a horsecock. I blushed profusely.

"I was born this way Everett, and I hope you do not think any less of me for being so." She said modestly.

"N-no!" I stammered. "I love you mistress, just the way you are. You are beautiful and I would do anything in my power to make you happy."

She leaned forward and kissed me with her velvety lips and I could not help but let out a low murr.

"I'm very happy to hear you say that, and I must admit I love how cute you look right now." She grinned, "Perhaps you'd enjoy watching me put on a few things for you, hmm?" She hummed and caressed my cheek as I nodded.

I watched her as she walked over to her bedside dresser, opening up one of the drawers and pulling out a small bundle of red lace. She came over and sat down next to me on the edge of the bed, revealing the red lace to be a pair of long thigh-high stockings with embroidery at the top, as well as a crimson garterbelt. She grinned as she carefully unfolded the lingerie and slid the garterbelt up her curvaceous legs and cinched it just above her lace panties. I could feel a small tent forming in my own white and blue striped panties as she slipped on the stockings and hooked them to the bands of her garter. She looked absolutely stunning as she took my hand and gently guided it up her velvety inner thigh, she was so soft and feminine but I couldn't take my mind off of her noticeable bulge popping up, she was clearly enjoying this as well.

"Now that I've gotten into mine, let me help you out of yours, hmm?" she hummed and smiled as she gently nudged me back onto the bed and unbuttoning my white shirt and discarding it to the side, revealing my matching cotton bra.

I felt her hands tug at the edges of my black skirt and tenderly yank it down, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.

"You look so cute in that girly underwear I think I'll have you keep it on, cutie." She grinned as she straddled my chest. "I hope you don't mind me being a little forward with you..."

"N-not at all mistress!" I stuttered as she carefully pulled aside her lacy red panties, her large thick horse cock falling out, just inches from my face. I could see it throbbing in anticipation and a small bead of pre dotted the flared tip.

I eagerly leaned forward and gave the tip a loving lick, and I could hear her murr of approval. I went in for another lick before trying to take the tip into my snout. I greedily ran my tongue over her tip, lapping up the pre that she leaked as I took more of her length. Wet slurping noises ensued as I continued sucking on her large member, she gasped and closed her eyes and bucked slightly into my mouth, it was clear what she wanted to do.

After thoroughly soaking her cock in my saliva, she smiled and motioned for me to turn around, which I obeyed swiftly. I positioned myself on my hands and knees and looked back at her as she stroked her glistening shaft at the sight of my panty-clad rear. She quickly positioned her equine member at my boyish entrance as she pulled aside my striped panties.

"My my, such a cute little pussy." She commented as I felt her soft finger prodding at my tight pucker.

Abigail leaned over, giving my hole some nice wet licks as I moaned at the feeling of her slick tongue gliding over my ass. The next thing I knew I could feel her tip press against me and I tried to relax myself as I had never had a partner so well endowed. She tenderly rubbed my back as she kept pressing her length into my hole, and I could feel her thick member stretching my insides open, a slight pain at first, followed by unimaginable pleasure as she was about halfway inside. I felt her hands slide up my ass, rubbing me through my pulled-aside panties as she carefully pulled out back to her tip, then sliding back in a bit more hastily this time. A soft moan escaped my mouth as she began fucking my tight rear, quiet squelching noises filled the room as she grunted with effort as she started to thrust more in rhythm. Her big cock was stretching me open and I could feel her velvety thighs pressing against my butt, with each thrust she filled me more and more with her member until almost all of it was being slid in and out of me. It felt so good to be getting fucked by someone so gorgeous wearing cute panties. She shifted positions, leaning forward until her large breasts and lean stomach were pressed against the small of my back as she continued plowing me.

I could feel her lovingly kissing my neck as she whispered, "You're such a good girl, taking me all in your first go, I bet you want to feel my bare breasts press against you. Don't you cutie?" She gave me a very mischievous grin as she unclasped her bra, revealing her nude chest. They were quite supple and had a small white patch of fur separating them, and her bright pink areolas curiously had a silver bull-ring through each of her nipples, only adding to her exotic appeal.

My leaking cock was left ignored in my cute little panties as she kept plowing away, but her lewd assault on my prostate was getting to be too much for me to handle. I felt her press her pierced breasts against my back, the subtle cold of the rings resonating down my spine as she finally thrust one last time all the way into my ass, letting out a moan. Her heavy balls churned as I could feel her thick throbbing member pulse as she climaxed deep inside me, a torrent of potent horse seed flooded my hole as I came too, right into my cute panties.

She carefully pulled out, a flow of her cum instantly being released from my now stretched orifice. She laid down on the bed next to me and nuzzled my cheek.

"I hope I wasn't too rough on you, love." She grinned as I smiled back and curled up against her larger form.

Exhausted, we fell into a deep sleep within seconds, cradled in each other's embrace.