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On their way to Blackstar Manor via the thaneship's airship, Nell sat In a cozy cabin room on a satin-padded chair, her paws between her knees and fidgeting. The raccoon girl lay across from her in the pleasantly-appointed bunk, unconscious with her arms crossed over her chest as if dead.

Nell looked about the cabin and confirmed that she'd pushed all the furniture into the room's corners, and had secured potentially dangerous objects such as hairbrushes and eating utensils. She'd also locked the porthole and stashed the key in a side pouch on her harness: Goddess knows what the girl was capable of once she'd awoken.

A bizarre part of Nell thought that, seeing herself once again "captive" in an enclosed space, the raccoon girl might smash right through the hull. However, Nell couldn't tie her down; the girl would never trust her. Blame it on maternal instincts, but Nell wanted to raise the girl in Jahaliya.

"Terrible time for a good first impression." Nell muttered.

Nell was about to call for the cabin boy, for a treat between her lips or hips, when the girl sat bolt upright, catapulting the covers off her, and turned to the tigress with a panicked scowl on her face.

"Where am I?! Where's that deceiver? You! You work for her, don't you! I'm having a nightmare ... or worse, this is real!"

Nell remanded herself, strapping down every instinct that told her to leap over and cradle the girl, soothe her. "It's alright! No one is going to hurt you! My name is Nell.

"You're naked! All part of some girl-slave Harem; you'll be trotting me around on a leash to all the flea-bitten sleazebags, maybe cut my tits off so I look younger!"

Nell raised a claw and then paused. That horrible image just crossed her mind. Goddess forbid that Prince Miscon, passionate he, heard of such depravity.

"Oh, no dear. It's for the opposite reason I'm nude; the celebration of sexuality, not the exploitation thereof-- oh, we'll get into that later."

Showing excellent survival instincts for her age, the raccoon girl leapt from the bed for the nearest drawer, scrounging for any weapon. Finding none, the girl whirled around and flattened herself against the vanity, her teeth bared.

"What kind of vanity doesn't even have a hand-mirror?! You aristocrats are always preening your fur! You hid it! Why?"

"For this very reaction, dear," Nell sighed. "Now would you please listen. You know you had been captured. Do you agree?"

The girl's eyes darted about the room, but Nell remained calm. "Yes," she finally answered.

"And while I cannot prove it, I insist that we rescued you. Hello," she said, putting her paw to her chest and dipping, "Welcome to Jahaliya."

"Oh, 'Jahaliya,' is it? What a fancy name" the girl sneered, "Some Sheik's Island, isn't it? Getting a good price for me so you can curl up at the feet of your greasy, drunk Maharaja!"

Particularly stilted by a species-directed insult, Nell put her fingers against her forehead, against a mounting pressure. "Dear, you are completely off-base. Let me explain ..."

The raccoon sucked in air, an angry snipe simmering in the back of her mouth. Nell's paw shot out, her pointer finger and its claw stabbing the space between them.

"Shush! Let me talk. You're almost sounding like you want to be enslaved by a Sheik."

Her guest recoiled with a squeak, thumping against the wall. "Well, what's your ruler called?"

"Now you're being snotty. Is this ruler fixation your sexual thing?"

"Hey!"

"Much better," Nell said, folding her arms under her breasts. "Let's focus. Are you in a dream or are you in reality?"

The girl squinted, her eyes nearly disappearing in her raccoon mask, her nose sniffing. "I don't know."

"Let's anchor you. What was happening before you had your vision of your Grandmother? Was that real?"

The girl shivered and went back to the bed, rubbing her arms before pulling the blanket over her. Nell was comfortably nude; she knew the room was perfectly warm. "Well I know that was real," the girl said, "I was starving, and it felt like I was dying"

"That agrees with what that sorceress claimed," Nell assured, "and then she lured you to this world."

The raccoon's fists hit the bed on either side of her. "She kidnapped and used me!" she growled, then softened, playing with her claws. "Then again, if I was dying, then she also saved me. Maybe I owe her an apology."

Nell cleared her throat, remembering her stilted battle. She'd almost killed that bobcat. "That's very charitable of you. Now, how did your dream feel? When you were in her stasis?"

The raccoon's first knuckle went to her lips, then Nell caught her picking at her nose. "It felt great! But too great, rather blurry and soft?

"So how does this feel now?"

She paused. "I ... it's sharper. But it's still too fantastic."

Nell nodded and stood, carefully aware of her own taller, fuller, stronger form against the fur-and-bone waif in front of her, wrapped in rags. "That is enough for me. Dream or not, we can speak on this later."

The girl was curled inward on herself, holding her blankets around her from, assuredly, thousands of assumed threats. She was alone with a nude warrior tigress that could wrap her paw completely around her skinny neck and do whatever she wanted with her. "...thank you," she murmured.

"There are many things to enjoy here in Jahaliya, if you will let me show you." Nell said, smiling. She thought it a touching moment; best make the most of it. "May I have your name?"

"Lisa," the raccoon volunteered, her head snapping up. "I have a question."

"Yes?"

Lisa hesitated, her ears folding as she turned away. Her ringed tail even curled inward; it was a mark of modesty. "Why are you... practically in starkers?"

Nell laughed, then reclined, modestly keeping her legs together while her breasts stood free for anyone. "It's one of the special things about this place; no modesty taboos for one, Such is Jahaliya. I'll explain more at my home, Blackstar Manor.. All its luxuries are available to you; or ..." Nell felt bad for her high, wealthy position, "It's a bizarre thing to say, but I'm sorry of how many luxuries the manor affords."

"You just want to brag," Lisa sighed, wrapping herself up in the airship's blankets and turning away. "Why do you want to do all this?"

"I ..." Nell began, her voice straining, her shoulders shrugging, "I simply want to help, that's all."

Lisa turned completely away, a coiled ball of blankets pressed against the wall. "Just to please your Maharaja, most likely."

Nell growled, which made Lisa recoil. Seeing this, Nell cleared her throat and patted her chest. "You do not make this easy for me, but then again, neither did the streets of ... where are you from, dearest?"

Lisa snarled impudently. "Finally you roll out the manners."

Nell suppressed another growl.

"White Chapel," Lisa said quickly.

"Of what year?"

Lisa balked, spinning around. "What do you mean what year? I suppose you forgot your calendar with your clothes! 1913, of course!"

The tigress sneered. "Sorry, I left my Gregorian calendar when I came here. Just so happens I'm from London proper."

"Oh yeah?" Lisa said, grinning with their game. "Of what year?"

"Twenty thirteen, love. I almost miss smartphones."

"How can a telephone be smart?"

"Nevermind, dear; we have magic here."

"You're just playing with me," Lisa frumped, folding her arms with her fingers unaccountably tight as she retreated to the back of the bed.

"I'm not lying," the tigress fought, rising to her feet and pacing the room. "Do you want to know my enthusiasm for your rescue? Fine, I'll be naked with you. More than .. ahem. My husband and I are planning to have a child. However, I would love a trial run and you can help. You want a glass of milk in the middle of the night? I'll call my serv-- no I shall run down to the kitchen and bring it to you!"

"I want to be left alone," the girl growled, her face bunching up.

"Solitude is yours" Nell said, against all instincts, "Once we touch down I'll set you with provisions and I'll give you a weapon. However, do you know where to go?"

"Now just wait!" Lisa said with the realization, "I suppose a manor wouldn't be ... the worst."

Nell grinned and sat back down, primly folding one leg over the other. "Glad we're in agreement."

***

The airship set down in an ornately trimmed field, verdant stripes of dark and light green alternating down the long, vast meadow. When the gangway rolled down and revealed the long, manicured path down to the enormous estate of Blackstar Manor and its castle-like compound, Lisa screamed above the airship's engines.

"It looks like a painting; this is impossible!"

"I assure you, our hospitality will be real!" Nell shouted back, extending her paw.

Lisa clung to Nell. "I can't."

The tigress looked up to see the Blackstar Manor Staff standing in formation on either side of the groomed path, six males and six females to care for the estate in its off-season of various canine and feline variations.

"Are those soldiers?" Lisa asked.

Nell chuckled. It must have been their formality that fooled the girl, as otherwise their appearance was luxury and indulgence defined: while the males wore suits, they wore nothing below the waist aside from their spats. Their cocks hung from their sheaths at semi-erect states. The females had maid uniforms, but had seemed to completely forgotten the dress itself: while each had lacy gloves, a lacy bonnet, a floral choker, and tall, white stockings, their breasts remained completely exposed, nipples proudly erect in the breeze. Their pussies were pert, and as expertly trimmed as the lawns.

Lisa, her jaw hanging wide open, smacked Nell in the side. "It's like the lithographs I've seen in store windows!" she exclaimed, grasping at her crotch with the other paw almost as if to itch it, but then again ... "It's so tawdry, it's terrible! No, it's the opposite ... how do you not jump on each other all day?"

Nell's eye twinkled. "We do, when appropriate. Say, have you found that itch yet?"

Lisa stashed her paw. "Itch? Er... No! I'm just fine!" she said, following Nell's lead when the tigress disembarked. The raccoon's paw came back to her face and she sniffed it.

***

Lisa was almost used to the Jahaliya itch when, inside, after briskly being led through a few side halls adorned with weapons, sturdy suits of armor, and the occasional sexy statue displaying all its good bits in studious detail, she was sat inside a clean medical room.

When a few awkward, expectant minutes had passed, Dr. Meigs, a blue fox wearing only her spectacles and a lab coat, swept into the room with the strict professional expression.

"Mrs. Blackstar," she said, "You will not be needing to have any children if you keep importing them."

"Pana, look at the poor girl," Nell objected, "She was starv--"

"Yes, yes, however, your message wasn't very detailed."

"A sorceress captured her, Doctor."

"She's looking healthy now," Meigs said, leaning over Lisa who was seated on an elevated examining lounge. The blue vixen's nose pulsed, her broad, brushy tail unfurling behind her. Her pert breasts, colored lighter blue to a clean white, hung out of her coat.

"I ... thank you," Lisa blushed, leaning away from the inquisitive fox. Dr. Pana Meigs licked her in the mouth, past the lips and across her teeth, then dismounted the bench. "Gingivitis healed as well. As unethical as that capture was, this sorceress casts good stasis spells."

"We will deal with Caentla as Goddess intends," Nell objected.

Dr. Meigs snapped around. "Ah, Caentla? Two hundred years later and she's still alive? She wrote the professional oath I took! Come to think it, I had heard that longevity extension was her obsession. Let me sit in on her trial."

"Don't hurt her," Lisa interjected.

"You merciful creature. Now then," she said, stomping on a lever at the base of the examining table. A pair of shiny stirrups sprung out, and quicker than a wish the blue doctor fox had on a pair of rubbery gloves. From a drawer she grabbed a small vial and poured lubricant into her gloved paws, squishing and squelching the slick liquid.

"I'm sure you've never had a gynecology exam, so it's time we play catch-up," she said, then rapped each silver stirrup with the back of her knuckles. "Footpaws up and knickers down."

"Knickers down?" Lisa balked, shooting upright and looking at Nell. "Does this tart want a look at my jammy?"

Nell locked her own muzzle, a smile ripping across it. Dr. Meigs's face practically inflated as she held back laughter. "Well," Nell said, "You want to be a healthy young lady in all respects, do you not? And I'm sorry, what was that term you used?"

"Nothing!" Lisa barked, hopping off the table and wrapping herself up. "My jam's fine, never given me trouble!" She kept her eyes on the door.

Dr. Meigs opened her mouth to object, still smiling with tears in the corners of her eyes, but Nell put a paw across her chest.

Meigs had some great tits.

"I think we're going too fast, Doctor," Nell said, "How about I give her a tour of the place, then dinner, and then maybe you can proceed with a more general exam thereafter?"

Meigs shrugged. "We can procrastinate."

***

"Not all of Jahaliya is as forward and slutty as that fox, is it?" Lisa growled, loping behind Nell.

"Lisa, be respectful! She's a doctor, not a prostitute!" Nell growled back at the girl. Lisa's arms were folded, but she seemed to be scratching at her bicep. "Now I want to lay down some grounds rules."

The tigress held up her thumb, her claw retracted. "You may wander these wonderful fields, but please do not stray so far from the mansion that it looks smaller than your thumb. We have guard-bats hanging around, but they can only fly so far so fast. Other than that, it is free range, and it's beautiful. Look here!"

Nell threw her paw out to the gardens, indicating a high, bright green hedge wall crowned with a gateway of interwoven roses. "Lovely little labyrinth. Or!" she said pointing toward a hill stacked with shrubbery statue arrangements. "Our topiary. Do you want one of you?"

"Maybe," Lisa grumbled.

"And Goddess bless us, our river, clean and crystal clear," Nell said, pulling Lisa over a hill to point at a vast blue stripe glittering in the afternoon sun like a paw full of diamonds, "Play in it, drink of it; we can invite girls and boys from the capital city for a gay old party!"

"It's a little plain," Lisa said.

"Plain? Oh! The trees. We don't have a gardener right now, just a groundskeeper. So the topiary will have to wait ... but the cook is available!"

Lisa paused, standing with Nell at the top of the hill. A warm breeze caught her long, sooty coats and played with them. The raccoon's skinny face looked down at the river, and a primordial monster's gurgle came from her abdomen.

"I could stand to eat something other than roaches."

***

Soon, after a vigorous conversation Nell had with the cook about the austerely foreign concept of the sandwich, the tigress brought it out and Lisa got two bites into it before she set it down.

"Dear me, did the chef fail?"

Lisa shook her head, sipping gingerly at a glass of water. "It's just really rich ... and not stale, or ... slightly rotten."

Nell's stomach turned at the thought. "We'll box that up for you," she said with a start, moving across the room to ring for a servant. "So why don't we get you cleaned up, a bath will ... oh!"

When Nell turned back, Lisa was already stuffing the item into her coat, eyes darting around.

"You poor child."

***

"I know I'm filthy. Don't have to foist it over me," Lisa protested. They'd stepped inside a vast, steamy, copper-bricked sanctuary with bright brass pipes leading everywhere. In the middle lay a large golden claw-footed bath with a few servant girls around. Nell had specified against any boyservants just this once, the titillation seemed a bit premature.

"One step at a time" she'd giggled to the maid she'd summoned.

"Filth-schmilth, what about a simple freshening-up with a slow bath?" Nell said.

She observed the servant girls standing within reach of Lisa, mostly herbivores, were struggling to stop their noses from wiggling in her direction.

Lisa scowled. "I can't swim."

"That's not a problem with a shower! It'll feel like a warm rain."

Lisa wiped her brow. "I'm fine."

"Dear, how hot are you in that? You're rather overdressed for this place; today I was sweating in the nude! Wouldn't a scrub be a nice change of pace?"

"You just want to get me naked."

The tendons in Nell's neck flexed. Incorrigible urchin. "Do you bathe clothed?"

Lisa looked suspiciously at the servants surrounding her, pleasant females with excellent postures and bare, perky breasts. She hunched over as if she'd stolen something, then glanced to Nell as she demonstrated, opening up one flap of her coat and scrubbing under, then opening up the other flap and doing the same.

"I ... you can if you'd like," Nell said.

Lisa shook her head. "No, my sandwich is in here."

***

The undressing process, Nell found, was as delicate and shaky as removing the wrap from a mummy. Lisa's crusty coat nearly came off in pieces, one of the sleeves ripping at the seams as the raccoon flinched and caught her elbow. The servants just couldn't get a good angle, as Lisa kept turning away as if from an imagined knife.

"Lisa, dear, look at me," the tigress said with a smile. She put her paw under the raccoon girl's chin and it lifted, the scrawny waif smiling as with her other paw, she began to unbutton the front of Lisa's shirt.

It was a difficult process, as the garment was turned inside-out. Nell had seen this before in some of the Prince's foreign exploits: the poor would do it in order to make their clothes last twice as long. Nell's paw found a way, however, and soon Lisa's bare torso was exposed, her matted fur and skinny, flat frame making her head look larger than it was.

With minor help from their servants, Nell carefully removed the rest. Lisa's underwear was no more than a tissue-thin strip of bedsheet wrapped around her groin.

Some of the servants broke off as Nell finished her delicate ritual of unearthing the girl to prepare the shower. Keenly sensitive to the girl's condition, the servants bickered about the perfect temperature.

Nonetheless, Nell let Lisa enter first, who tested the water in flinches and swats. Nell waited for her, knowing it'd be a painful process, but eventually the girl's curious instincts got the better of her and she leapt in, squealing and shrieking as her fur went flat with the generous, invigorating streams of clean, hot water.

Dirt poured from her footpaws, and the raccoon splashed around for a bit before Nell shrugged off her harness and tall boots, grabbing a pouch of shampoo and squeezing some into her paw.

"Would you like a hand?" she purred.

Her hair flat over her face, Lisa stopped at the sound, then parted her bangs. Even though the tigress had been confidently exposed before, seeing her completely naked gave her pause.

"I, uh, sure," she said.

Nell cleaned Lisa's head and shoulders, first: that was easy enough, running her paws through the wet sheafs of limp, disheveled fluff; and then moved onto Lisa's back, raking her claws through the raccoon's pelt and receiving, in return, a pleasurable if shaky purr.

She moved to the tail, which twitched when she first grasped it, but then relaxed, and it soon became a long, fragrant snake as Nell pulled her paws through it. She inched up until her paws closed around its base, against Lisa's rump, which netted her a giggle from the tremulous lass.

The tigress then came around her, padding in the shower's lavish stream as she lathered up her paws again.

"Is it all right if I wash your front?" she asked.

Lisa looked down, inevitably comparing her own meager chest to the lush, buxom breasts of her mentor. She shrugged.

"Alright," she said.

Grinning, Nell lathered up her paws and started at the girl's collar, working her way down, cleaning each of her tits in turn, then moved down to her stomach, waist, thighs, and winked at Lisa as she pat a large blob of foam right at the top of her pubis.

Nell rinsed off, shook off, and slinked out to have her servants towel-dry her as Lisa lingered, scrubbing the last pockets of suds off her, taking a real quick swipe through her groin, then followed the tigress out, feeling oddly refreshed.

When Lisa was dry, she stole a towel back from one of the servants and covered up.

Nell quirked a brow. "My dear, that is a very cheap towel. And pink really clashes with your iron-grey pelt.

Lisa's eyes flicked at the door. Her clean white sclera clashed brightly against her black bandit mask.

"I can't be naked out there," she said.

Nell sighed, shaking her head. "Then may I suggest a compromise. Dearie," she called to one of the servants, an antelope. "Can you fetch me one of those--" but the rabbit next to her had one.

"We try to be efficient, M'Lady.".

"Ah, perfect!" Nell cheered, clapping her paws. She snatched the article from the rabbit's paws and unfurled the garment like a flag.

A nightgown of feathery white chiffon drifted in space in the center of the room, settling slowly as if caught in a mild updraft. As it came between them, Nell could see the raccoon's stunned gaze through its ethereal, clear material.

"I'm wearing a dream!" Lisa whispered, grasping at its hem. Like a matador, Nell swung the garment away, then caught the raccoon up in it as Lisa charged after.

In the middle of the big, copper spa, Lisa looked like the ghost of a candle, and spread the gown out wide as, otherwise naked, she danced about.

***

Out in the open, however, Lisa reflexively shut it over her body, highlighting her clean, fluffed-out form in see-through chiffon.

"Do you want something thicker? We could sew your old clothes up after--"

"No, no!" Lisa said, slipping to the other side of the manor's hall when Nell reached for her. "When in Rome!" she recited, nodding her head sagely. She then reached around her waist, fumbling. "There's no belt on this. No buttons either."

Lisa inadvertently exposed herself as she held out the delicate ends of the gown.

Nell smiled and crossed the hall, resting her paw on the raccoon's collarbone. "Consider this a token of transition. How about another tour of the grounds now that you're not roasting in that greasy carapace?"

"It was a nice coat!" Lisa protested, and was about to launch into another cocky diatribe when she was interrupted by an enormous yawn. "Once," she said with a smile.

"Dear, we should get you to bed," Nell said.

Lisa's ears snapped forward, as if tripping over a thought, but the girl did not say another word, letting the tall tigress guide her with an arm over her sagging shoulders.

***

Halfway through the night, from an arranged wakeup, Nell emerged from her chambers and confronted the door across the hall where she'd placed Lisa.

She tested the knob and found the door unlocked, so with silent cat feet and the delicate touch of a thief, Nell eased the door open.

Like an eggshell cracked, bright yellow lamplight spilled from the open door. Nell gasped, quiet as she could, and then pushed the door open, letting it swing.

There sat Lisa in the center of her bed, nightgown over her head and her blankets over that. In her paw she clutched and stared at her bundle of ragged streetclothes, cleaned and mended with the best tailoring that could be managed.

"I'm not going back, I'm not going back..." she whispered repeatedly, tugging at the bundle, faint tearing sounds skittering across the room.

Nell moved into the light and knocked her knuckles against the doorjamb. Lisa jumped and squeaked, her old clothes flying at the far wall as she scrambled back toward the headboard.

"Nell!" she hissed. And then she smiled, her eyes lighting like candles. "Did I wake you?" she whispered nervously.

The tigress frowned, observing the pile on the floor, seeing the twisted amalgam of sheets that used to be a finely-made Blackstar queen bed. "No dear, I just wanted to see if you were comfortable.

"Just fine!" Lisa giggled, her grin as crumpled as the sheets.

"What's wrong?" Nell asked, crossing her arms.

Lisa's grin twisted and shattered. "This is all too good! I'm going to wake up back on that street and I won't even have Granny!" she sobbed with piteous release. "I don't want go to back!"

Nell rushed onto the bed, her strong body casting shadows against the far wall as she approached. "Lisa, my dear, trust your instincts! It was never this good in your dreams because you could tell it was all fake! Please, that is the plain truth."

"I'll be magically whisked away. It's how I got here."

"And I'll stop those sorcerers, too," Nell countered, sitting next to her, "I'll hold you, so if someone comes, they'll have to go through me."

Lisa's skinny face popped out from under the covers. "Promise?"

Nell nuzzled the side of her head, then wrapped arms as thick as Lisa's tail around her shoulders. "On my honor."

The tigress held Lisa for a good few hours, long enough for the raccoon to relax, then to recline, and finally to rest. As Lisa closed her eyes, Nell whispered, "Goddess, if you can hear me, please give this girl a little peace tonight."

***

Lisa awoke in a luxurious silk-sheeted bed under a down comforter that must have weighed twenty pounds on its own: it was marvelous, and Lisa squirmed in the sheets, cooing that her dream-like state had continued.

The raccoon's brow crumpled, and then her heart smacked against her chest. This wasn't right!

She shot bolt-upright, and found herself in a stately mansion's bedroom with a lone mare maid, naked save for the stockings, gloves, and lacy bonnet, perched on an ottoman at the foot of the bed. The maid had a tiny book in her hand.

"Good morning!" the horse brayed, standing quickly, her tits bouncing. As she spoke, she referred back to her little book, half-reciting. "I have stood vigil for Lady Nell. Now please notice you're still here ... you understand this is real? You are under our protection; please tell the maid--oh, that's me!--what you would like for your breakfast?"

Lis smiled, then crushed it and folded her arms. "It's a good sign," she answered, pinching the inside of her bicep, "but it feels too fantastic and damned if I can feel anything here!"

Lisa quit pinching herself and instead bit her arm with semi-blunt teeth.The points of her teeth came through, but there was no pressure! Lisa spat it out of her mouth, shook it out, and she cringed when she saw that her arm was only wet: it had only the barest indentations.

The maid shot up out of her chair and rushed to the edge of the bed, then checked her notes. "Lady Nell has been meaning to ask you," she read, "what is with the pinching and the biting of yourself?"

"If this is all real," Lisa asked. "Then why doesn't this hurt?

The horse riffled through her notes, then pointed at a back page. "Ah!" and then frowned. "Unsure, queer magic residue, please come find me if she starts prying."

She blushed as she realized she'd read that all aloud. The maid slapped the book shut and ran to Lisa's bedside wall, giving a silly wave to the raccoon, then pulled a few times at a bell's cord, grinning awkwardly as Lisa began to glare at her and the book.

After that the maid simply froze, rolling her eyes and looking at different odds and ends in the room that assuredly she'd seen and cleaned a thousand times.

Lisa broke the silence. "You're comfortable, being naked."

The maid giggled. "Well, yes; isn't clothing only to accent, if not to armor?"

"I can see your ..." Lisa started, then hid her face. She was on fire under the fur; her own groin was glowing from how absolutely lewd everything was.

"My what? Is my bonnet not on well?" the maid asked, adjusting her headwear. When she raised her arms, her entire body stretched out, putting on an even lewder display of her rolling, sumptuous breasts and her prim, tight pussy.

"No, no!" Lisa giggled, delirious, every movement of her groin against the mattress delicious agony as she scrambled away from the maid, "You look great, you look beautiful; every naughty lithograph I'd seen in London is mere chickenscratch to--"

"--this most excellent reality," Dr. Meigs chirped as she slammed the door open and strode through, slapping her spectacles up her muzzle as she flipped through her clipboard. A large male rabbit, easily twice the blue vixen's height, width, mass, everything, followed from behind, carrying a heavy doctor's bag.

He was struggling dreadfully with a loincloth that Lisa remembered from her history books: with his testes frequently falling out, Lisa thought of him trying to juggle eggs with a scarf.

Dr. Meigs smiled at Lisa, who currently had her paws clapped over her muzzle. "Yes, you'll excuse Max. I thought he should dress to ease your transition. Obviously, keeping him in is a hopeless take."

The maid tittered, taking her bonnet off her head to fan herself.

"But anyway, this is Max," Meigs said, brushing her paw at him. "Noble warrior of Jahaliya, he will knock down a wall for you if you can't find the door."

His ears drooping, the muscular rabbit gently waved. "Hello."

"...hi," Lisa responded.

"A beautiful, idiosyncratic shy-person as well: he is a good man," she said, emphasizing both words. "Anyway, it's time for some immunization!"

Lisa frowned. "Is that another magic spell?" she asked.

Dr. Meigs looked around, then grinned as she realized the question. "No, silly. Just making your body ready for this world with a little trickery. I'm putting weakened sorcery antigens in your blood so that your body can defend against real magic spells."

Lisa nodded, then scooted up on the bed. "Like smallpox?"

Meigs froze. "Goddess forbid a sorcerer develops smallpox spells. But yes, same concept," she said, then brought out of Max's bag a syringe the size of a pistol. She then bade Max to drop the bag and leave, the maid too.

The horse and rabbit left, with the maid in the lead. She giggled as she wrapped herself around Max, then suddenly stole the loincloth from around his waist and snapped his thigh with it.

Naked with his semi-erect cock swinging in mid-air, Max blushed, Lisa blushed, and then that male chased the mare out of the room, smacking at her bare buns.

The blue vixen slammed the door behind them, her teeth bared. "Cheeky" she breathed. Recovering, she attended to business, her paw hefting the syringe. She nodded at Lisa's horrified expression. "This will hurt far less than you think. Are you ready?" she asked.

Lisa frowned, still delirious with arousal. Her groin itched, burned, and she was fairly sure it was wet. She shifted in her clothes, trying to find a dry patch. "I won't feel it anyway. Go ahead and stick me."

Meigs looked over her spectacles. "Trust me, this is for the best. So, are you alright?"

Lisa glared at her. "It makes no difference."

Meigs merely rolled her eyes. "The bravado of youth, teetering on suicide," she said, then steadied the medicinal weapon with her other paw, lining it up with Lisa's waist. "I'll need your bare buttocks, Lisa."

The skinny raccoon grumbled and pushed her ethereal white nightgown out of the way, revealing her bony bottom.

Meigs cringed as she thrust the needle in, and just as she'd expected, Lisa howled as it penetrated.

"I'm sorry!" Dr. Meigs called out as she pet Lisa's back, injecting the serum with her other paw.

"Keep going!" Lisa roared, to which the fox's glasses nearly left her face.

"Excuse me?" she asked, finishing up the syringe and then tossing it back in the bag.

Lisa flipped over on the bed, keenly aware she was spread-eagle and bare chested before the doctor, a tiny bit of blood trickling down her backside. "That hurt! For the first time here, something actually hurts! You don't have anything bigger, do you?"

Dr. Meigs raised an eyebrow. "That's the first time I heard that." she said curiously, then bent over to retrieve another syringe, this one clanking like a glass jar as she pulled it out.

Lisa scrambled to the edge of the bed and then turned around, hearing Meigs grunt as she refilled the syringe, then levelled it at her other cheek, steadying the implement like a rifle as she pushed the spear in.

The pain was red hot, and Lisa could feel the needle cut, feel her tail spasm as it teased muscles and twanged nerves. "This is a bison needle," Meigs said.

"Oh yes, it hurts!" Lisa cried out, clawing against the mattress. "It's real!"

"Well, that's the best I have for you," Meigs said, pulling it out once emptied. "I must say you are the most enthusiastic injection recipient in my history."

"I have a reason!" Lisa cheered, her bony body rattling as she scampered in circles around the sheets. "So is it true, am I in a rich lady's house, am I ever waking up?"

"You are certainly awake to me," Dr. Meigs replied, "And yes, this is your home."

Lisa screamed in joy, standing up on the bed, bouncing on its soft mattress, and then leapt up, soaring through the air...

With a SMASH, Lisa burst through the ceiling like a living nail, leaving her body from the torso down dangling.

"Goddess!" Meigs exclaimed, dropping her supplies and running out of the room. Exploding into the hallway, she saw Max seated on a cushioned bench with the mare maid sucking at his cock. The fox threw her clipboard at them, papers spraying everywhere, and shouted, "Get Lady Blackstar immediately! Her ward has smashed through the ceiling!"

The mare came up with a chin strapped with a bungee of precum trying to pull her back to Max's groin. "Doctor, you have the most colorful language."

"I mean literally!" Meigs shouted, running down the hall for the stairs, "I'm a doctor, not a poet!"

***

The blue vixen massaged her face as she paced about the manor's large store room, making circles around the top half of Lisa, stuck in the floorboards and in excellent spirits. Meigs stopped between the entrance door and Lisa when Nell exploded into the room.

"Lisa! Oh, Goddess, Lisa, what's happened?" Nell shouted as she blustered into the room, her eyes wide with terror. Meigs just held her paw out at the tigress and waited for Nell's hysteria to subside before speaking.

"She burst through the floor like a tentpeg, and is no worse for wear for it," Meigs said.

"What?! Meigs, you're joking!" Nell argued.

Meigs shrugged and stepped aside, tossing her paw down at the polished hardwood floor, splintered and with a skinny raccoon girl sticking out of the middle.

"Oh!" Nell exclaimed, sliding to her knees as she came in close. "Lisa, are you okay?"

Lisa's response was not the fastest. In fact, she was rather distracted by the statue of a well-hung male wolf displayed at the far end under an array of lights. His marble cock gleamed, and Lisa licked her lips.

Eventually, Lisa realized her guardian was in the room. "I'm stuck," she said.

A thousand matriarchal instincts went through Nell's head, but as soon as she saw Meigs' icy stare, she took a breath. "I can see that, dear," Nell said.

"Don't worry, Max is helping me from below," Lisa said with a smile.

In response, Nell and Meigs heard a knock against the floor along with a muffled voice. "No worries, ladies; everything is under control!"

Nell knocked against the floor. "Thank you!" she shouted back, then backed off as servants from the mansion, brandishing all sorts of carpentry tools, surrounded the raccoon and carefully set to widening the hole.

Nell put her paw to her forehead, and then Meigs came up beside her. "Glad this is well and good; but I'm still quite puzzled about how chipper she is about blasting through the floor."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Lisa asked, then twitched, giggling. "Stop it!" she said at the floor, then looked back at them. "I feel great."

Meigs shook her head, suppressing an amused smile as she looked at the absurdity of the situation. Here in this storage room containing a few lively, horny statues, some weapons, expensive candelabras, Lisa looked like another piece of bric-a-brac. "Please don't take this the wrong way, Lisa, but you should be dead. You rammed your head through solid timber; it should have been smashed to a pulp."

Nell shuddered.

"Sorry for the imagery," Meigs said, then cringed as she looked back at Lisa, who had lapsed into a series of giggles, her eyes rolling up into her head. The blue vixen walked a circle around the workers, scenting the air. "What's that odour?"

"Lisa, is that from you?" Nell asked.

"Pardon?" Lisa responded, springing back to reality. The room paused and the workers stopped. Nell folded her arms. The raccoon cleared her throat at the floor and slowly fell back into her daze.

Nell threw a questioning glance to Meigs, who already had a withdrawn scowl on her face. She pulled a stethoscope out of her coat, put it in her ears, then squat down, signing for the workers to stand still.

Meigs came back up with an annoyed, unsurprised frown. "Max is teasing her. I hear paws against a squishy, pliant area of hers, and he's whispering at it."

Lisa groaned, her shoulders squeezing together, her tongue hanging out. "He's just rubbing my bum; what's the trouble?"

Nell dragged her booted heel against the ground, her fists on her hips. "Should I get him to stop?"

"No!" was Lisa's outburst, then she blushed. "I mean, Please don't ... he's saying he loves my, uh, musk. What's musk?"

Meigs put her glasses on her forehead, feeling a little blush herself. She fanned herself with her clipboard. "Tell me, are you feeling ticklish or tingly?"

Lisa grunted and squirmed. "Yeah, I guess."

"You're giving off musk, as you are sexually aroused and this is encouraging him."

"Encouraging him to do what?" Lisa asked.

"One step at a time. You're acclimating well so far, don't you think?"

A sudden moan came out of Lisa, and then a peep of embarrassment. "It's rather hard to think right now."

"Then you're right, Meigs," Nell said, stomping her boot twice against the wood.

"Hey!" Lisa shouted as her lusty interloper disappeared. Without the raccoon wiggling every which way, the workers were able to speed up, and she was extracted from the hole in no time.

Coming up, Lisa saw her clear, elegant nightie was in shreds, floating around her like a shipwreck's sail, and she moaned ruefully.

Nell came around and hugged her. "Don't worry, we'll get you a new one," she said, and then they left the room.

Meigs caught up and squeezed between them, her head poking out of Nell's armpit as she brushed the top of Lisa's head. "You did not feel anything when you went through the ceiling?"

Lisa bumped noses with Meigs as she turned to answer, then snuffled. "Well, no, just a tap like you're doing now."

"When was the last time you experienced blunt force? Ever gotten hit by one of your White Chapel carriages?"

"Pana!" Nell shouted.

"Yes, actually," Lisa said, shrinking under Nell's arm. Meigs pulled her back out.

"And how did it feel?"

They were walking out into the grounds, and the mid-morning sun lit everything up in the best greens and blues it could offer. Nell's fur glowed a warm orange, Meigs' an azure blue. Lisa was a dull pewter.

"Screaming pain for a few months," the raccoon responded, her ears falling.

Nell held the girl closer, which forced Meigs out of their sandwich. The vixen came around, her lab coat blowing in the wind. "And yet nothing now."

"So I'm invincible?" Lisa asked.

What a wonderful wish, Nell thought, but saw the skeptical snap in Meigs' eyes.

"I'm not sure yet," Nell answered, letting the girl run out from under her arm. She scampered around the field, skipping with her bare feet in the grass. Her tattered nightgown caught the same breeze and danced with her.

"Meigs, do you have a scalpel?" Nell asked. The fox paused, checked her breast pockets, moved her paws over her breasts, then along the insides of her coat. She brought out a little wooden case and popped the cap, revealing a tiny blade.

"It's a toss-up whether I have more of these or pens on me. They accomplish the same goal, though, yes?"

Nell hesitated to answer the fox's hungry grin, and instead nodded as she asked Lisa to come back.

"In Jahaliya, sometimes we face the perils of battle," she began.

"Are you going to poke me?" Lisa asked.

Nell growled. "Let me finish. Sometimes, it is from a war-hammer or great mace."

Lisa stuck out her arm. "...and sometimes it's from a sword?"

Nell glared.

"Just something shallow," Meigs said.

"Please get it over with lightly," the tigress grumbled, as Meigs nicked the back of Lisa's hand.

"Ow!" Lisa said, twitching. A thin trickle ran along the raccoon's pewter fur, bright red in the sunlight.

"That would explain your reaction to the syringe, too," Meigs said as she cleaned the blade and pocketed it. The fox smiled and declared loudly, "That solves it! Blunt versus piercing. Different applications of force--pointed or spread out--different reactions."

Nell chuckled, clapping, then dusted her paws off on her hips. "You say that as if you've seen this before, Meigs."

The fox's jaw dropped. "But I haven't! That's why I'm so excited!"

Nell smirked, leading them back to the manor, ready for a cup of tea. "Goddess promised us a science woman in a magic world, but gave us a comedian."

***

Tea did not last long, for just as it was served, Lisa had taken an interest in the candlestick. She reached across the table and stroked its shaft, testing its firmness. When Nell and Meigs got distracted with a conversation, Lisa licked her finger and thumb pad and put the wicks out. Her two strange, naked, buxom, intelligent attendees looked out the fifth-story window of the tower, then left the table.

The raccoon grabbed the candlestick with one paw and used it to smash the other. A loud clang echoed throughout the room, singing with a constant vibrating resonance that rung in Lisa's ears. She turned the candlestick, now dented, around in her paw.

Nell pivoted while Meigs watched.

"Lisa, what did you just do?!" Nell bristled.

"Testing a theory," she said, her voice devoid of concern, sounding like Meigs. She raised the candlestick again, which made Nell's ears go up, but then slowly lowered it, setting the deformed instrument down on the table. She drummed her fingers.

"Can I get one of those workers' hammers?" she asked.

Nell looked back at Meigs, who smiled and shrugged. Nell fought against her own instincts, but then remembered the floor. "I'll get you one," she said.

Nell returned five minutes later and saw Meigs and Lisa sitting peacefully at the tea table enjoying a nice warm cup. When Lisa saw the tigress, however, she quickly set hers down and rushed from her chair, upsetting the pot in the process.

Meigs caught it before it rolled off, spilling tea everywhere, then pulled a couple of servants over to clean the mess.

The tigress made sure that she had Lisa's full attention. Nell held the hammer aloft and pointed at its clawed end. "Not this end!" she hissed, then pointed at the nail driver. "This one!"

Lisa grinned, wrapping her paws around the instrument and trying to take it. Nell didn't budge. "Oh, come on, it's not like I'm going to jam it into me skull or anything!" she said.

Nell's eyes narrowed. "Even a bit of play, and you're grounded."

"Well all right, mother!" Lisa laughed, and as soon as she had the hammer, she spun the blunt end towards her face and smashed it against her forehead.

The hammer's recoil flung her paws back down to her thighs. Lisa felt nothing between her eyes but a light kiss. She giggled, then went about blasting the top of her skull, trying to bash her brains out, until her arm ached from the exertion and Nell snatched the hammer away.

"Are you through?" Nell asked, turning the battered hammer over in her paws. The metal was actually warm from all the strikes.

Meigs lounged by the window, her fur and coat blowing as she looked out to the grounds far down below. Her left breast hung free from her coat, white and supple. "Bearing the endless enthusiasm and curiosity of a girl saved from death? I doubt it," she said.

"What she said!" Lisa said, giggling as she romped back to the table, stealing a biscuit from the tiered center dish.

Meigs returned to the table, summoning a servant for more tea. Lisa followed Nell and leaned on the back of her chair, not sitting.

"Well, good," Nell said, righting her teacup and spreading her napkin in her lap. "As long as you don't ruin any more silverware against your noggin."

The raccoon's nose caught a faint breeze from outside, so she followed it to the window. Nell and Meigs exchanged some banter she didn't hear, something about their optimism of Lisa's progress.

Lisa leaned out the window, seeing stone walks and a verdant lawn far down below.

"And so with further, controlled experiments," Nell continued, "I think you should fit right in! Funny the Goddess hasn't blessed you yet; you're still skinny as a ... Lisa!" she shouted.

In an act of pure impulse, the raccoon girl leapt from the fifth story window, sailing out into the airy openness and plummeting fast.

At first, the scream of wind past her ears, through her fur, was a brilliant rush. Lisa laughed, cheering, as the ground flew up to meet her.

Just as quickly, however, dread impaled her with icy javelins.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea ..."

Lisa smacked the ground with full force, but then found herself ascending. A loud ringing sound, almost like that of a basketball, rang in her ears. She cartwheeled through the air, sky and ground alternating in a green-blue whirl, and then she landed on her feet a few meters from the manor.

She turned back and saw two heads sticking out through the window, four breasts overhanging the ledge. Nell's face roiled with shock. Meigs was furiously scribbling on her clipboard.

"You stay right there, young lady! You're grounded!" came the distant roar of a furious tigress.

"I'm on the ground!" Lisa tittered, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

They reappeared a few moments later, Meigs flipping through pages of notes as Nell stomped up to Lisa in sheer maternal fury.

"If that had been any other Jahaliyan, yes any other Goddess-blessed warrior in this kingdom of magic, young Lisa, that person would be crippled, or DEAD!" she shouted. Nell came right up to Lisa, toe-to-toe, towering over her, and continued. "Young lady, you scared the stripes off of me. I would never have forgiven myself!"

Lisa trembled before Nell. Her eyes grew hot, then tears flowed freely. Suddenly, the raccoon girl wrapped herself around her guardian, sobbing directly into her chest.

Nell stood there, nonplussed. A shock of panic went through her, then she returned the embrace.

Meigs, too, seemed puzzled, though a strange smile played with her face.

"You care! Nobody's ever before!" Lisa sobbed, "Mother would have shoveled me from the pavement and put what wasn't broken to work!"

Meigs' face practically inflated from holding back laughter. Nell looked crosswise at her and shook her head. "I can't even lecture properly..." she grumbled.

"It got me a little moist," the blue vixen offered.

Nell snorted, then continued to pet Lisa's head, offering soothing platitudes to her sobs until the raccoon was heaving for air. The tigress gently pried the girl off, and Lisa stood straight.

"I'm sorry I..."

"No, no," Nell objected, "You're only sorry that you're sorry. Welcome to Jahaliya. Now if you through giving me a heart attack, how about a nice, rich meal to put some meat on those bones?"

Lisa smiled. "I'd rather a rich meal under these bones!" she said, rubbing her concave stomach.

"Cheeky."

***

A few hours later, Lisa wobbled out of the dining hall onto the grounds, purposely pushing out her paunch. "Look at me! I'm a fat cat aristocrat!" she laughed, grabbing the attention of any servant who would humor her joke. Many creamy, saucy streaks coated her front. Meigs followed behind with her coat absolutely splattered; the girl had attacked the chef's seven courses like a cursed lycanthrope in a human village.

"Glad you liked it, but we're going to discuss a proper diet later," Meigs said, wiping creme fraiche off her spectacles. "And table manners!"

Nell was out on the grounds, having excused herself after the first course disappeared. A deep, electric thrum sung in the air as she practiced with her magic circlet, flinging the sharp ornamental device into targets suspended high in the air by the manor's guard-bats who were armored as a safety precaution.

The circlet hit each target in a wide arc, shattering the clay disks and provoking a chorus of approval from her sky servants.

Nell caught the circlet and greeted the two, then nearly dropped it!

"Ow, that's hot! Yeesh!" she complained.

Lisa giggled, and Nell went into mother mode. "Goddess, Meigs; you couldn't control her?"

The blue fox grinned, splaying her ten fingers. "Not if I wanted to keep these fine surgical instruments."

"Fair," she said, then turned to Lisa and thrust a muscular arm right at the manor. "BATH, young lady!"

"Oh, and I was going to roll around in filth!" the raccoon laughed, skipping back to the grand house.

A bat servant landed and bowed at her. "Excellent marksmanship, your Ladyship!" he exclaimed.

Nell nodded. "Next time I want you to throw them at me. Anyway, do you know where Max is?"

"A spot of echolocation and he'll be obvious as a horse's erection!" he said, sporting one of his own.

"Brilliant," Nell chuckled, blushing. "Have him continue to observe this girl unobtrusively. If any male is to introduce her to the ... more florid side of Jahaliya, it will be that shy buck."

"Yes madam!" he proclaimed. "Anything else?"

Nell felt her own heat glowing between her thighs. How long had it been?

Meigs cleared her throat, winking as she caught Nell's scent. "Your cunny's been cooped up, hasn't it? Speaking of, I heard Max rustling about in the wall during Lisa's meal. Her bottom was high in the air, tail straight up and facing the wall as she dove into her food. A perfect view for him. Max is getting cabin fever, and a most luxurious case of it, I am sure!"

Nell narrowed her eyes at Meigs. The blue vixen, in general, was hard to gauge. This included her sexuality. The bat may be good for a few bounces ...

"Just one thing," Nell said, turning to him. He perked so dramatically that his spine was as stiff as his cock. "Please reassure Max that if he sits tight, the wait will be worth it ... that will be all."

"Yes madam!" he said, then shot across the yard like a crossbow bolt.

***

Nell came to the bronze-shining spa room to see Lisa wiggling amidst a few busty female servants and their sudsy loofahs. The tigress let Lisa luxuriate, but as soon as the raccoon saw her, she quickly rinsed off and ran past the towels offered her, coming to Nell soaking wet.

"Glad you're having a good time!" Nell laughed. Lisa's ears, however, were down. "...dear, what's the matter?" She walked with Lisa out into the hall, shooing away a servant offering them chocolates.

"Well, this place is real." Lisa remarked, shaking off some of the water. She gazed up at the ornate paintings on the wall, the sky-high gothic windows, the lovely gas lamps flickering down the polished mahogany corridor. "Therefore, there are realities to face!"

Nell opened her mouth to clarify Lisa's statement, but elected not to interrupt.

"I don't know if the best things in life are free or that I get what I pay for, but there's no such thing as a free meal and so maybe I should earn my keep." Lisa confessed.

She was acting well above her age -- and poorly at that.

"Keep? No! Please, enjoy yourself, After all, you've had this coming" Nell started.

Lisa held up her paws, flinging streams of water. "Please, while I appreciate your generosity, I don't want to be a burden here. But I don't know any trade. In White Chapel I earned my pittance sweeping a few crosswalks, but I was scared I'd have to become a whore."

"You know that will not happen here, Lisa," Nell corrected.

"Maybe with my toughness, I could be a wrecking ball."

The tigress laughed, then redirected the girl to a staircase that led back outside. "I fear you'd like that too much and level the kingdom. I have an idea."

"You could fire me at other kingdoms with a catapult!"

"Hush, dear."

***

They came back to the grounds to see that the servants had swept up from Nell's training, and were now polishing the weapons on the racks they had dragged out for her.

"Just be ready to call Meigs if something happens!" she called to them.

"I'm right here, Nell!" the fox called out. She was reclined on top of a hedge maze wall, splayed out as a bat of ... some gender; its wing was in the way ... eagerly ate her out..

A consummate professional, Meigs.

Nell dismissed it and turned Lisa, gawking wide-eyed, away from the sight. The tigress cracked her knuckles and took a fighting stance. "You said you wanted to test out your toughness?" she asked.

Lisa nodded, dripping, her eyes darting back to the cunnilingus. "I thought I already did that," she droned.

"Then forgive me!" Nell said, then lunged at the distracted raccoon. Her fist flew like her circlet out and in with a right hook, aimed straight for Lisa's temple.

"Wha?!" Lisa barked, quickly ducking the fist. Nell followed through with her other limbs in rapid succession, creating a blur of punches, knees, and kicks as she bore down on the skinny waif who reflexively responded.

Not a single blow landed no matter how hard Nell pressed, seemingly swinging at a gray mist spraying water droplets at her. It was like fighting a thundercloud! The tigress had to dig deeper and deeper into her combat repertoire as she began to question if she, Nell, was actually in a dream.

The raccoon ducked low and spun with the back of her heel, striking the one leg Nell had on the ground at the time and knocking the tigress on her back.

Lisa stood up and shook the remainder of water out of her fur.

"Why did you do that!? she demanded, and then realized, "Before you answer that, can you tell me what I just did?"

Nell sprung up on her feet, her ear flicking backwards as Meigs screamed in orgasm and flung the bat off the hedge wall, then jumped after it.

"Well, that last move was a foot sweep!" she happily declared. "I daresay that will be the only sweeping you shall do from now on!"

"Really?!" Lisa exclaimed, bouncing on her feet.

"Absolutely!," Nell said, "and if you have no objection, you will join the Royal Harem of Prince Ryoga!"

"The Prince?" the girl squealed, stumbling as she suddenly felt faint in the head.

"Yes! As personal bodyguards and more!"

"I get to pleasure him, right?"

Nell sucked in air. Lisa was speeding right along. "With your durability, you could fast become one of his favorites ..."

Lisa squealed again, which set the bats off in a round of annoyed squeaks. "When do I start?" she asked.

It was time to slow her down. Nell grinned, sauntered over to the weapon rack, and grabbed her circlet. In a nonchalant manner, she flung it. It flew high and far, then got hung up at the top of the manor's five-story tower.

"Whoops, clumsy me," Nell chuckled. "Could you go fetch that, dear Lisa?"

The raccoon looked up, then back at Nell. "I'm good at falling, mother; I cannot fly!"

Nell shrugged, sauntering about the grounds. Through the hedge wall, she heard at least four bats chittering, squelching around Meigs.

Apparently the doctor had started her vacation. "Then find a ladder for all I care. It's way up there, and it sounds like all our flying servants are preoccupied."

Lisa looked around for a garden shed, but seeing the vast expanses of the grounds, she became immediately frustrated at the hours-long search ahead. She glared up at the circlet, nestled high around a gargoyle's neck at the top of the roof, on a tower abutting a long wall.

Her eyes went wide as she recalled feral alley cats. "No ladder required," she said, then took off running toward the mansion.

"It doesn't count if you knock the house over!" Nell called after her, but Lisa had already picked up speed, and when she got to the manor, to that corner formed by the tower and the rest of the manor, she hopped off each wall, alternating feet as if running off the sides of a drainage canal until she took a final leap and landed aside the gargoyle on the tippy-top of the tower.

Separated from Nell and at rest, the circlet's blades were retracted, so Lisa simply plucked the jewelry off the gargoyle's neck--"Sorry, love; it looks better on Nell"--and then leapt off the building once more, bouncing off the stony walk and landing before the tigress with the circlet between her paws.

"Here it is!" she declared, and Nell found herself nodding sagely before accepting her trinket.

"Goddess, that seemed like no trouble at all! I would have had to use my claws, and made a royal mess of them against the stone."

Lisa giggled, doing a small twirl before curtsying. She wore nothing at all, and so pantomimed a wide skirt with her fingertips.

"Wide range of skills!" Nell added, her mind whirling. "Prince Ryoga will be more than thrilled to have you in his Harem! You've certainly fast-tracked yourself, my dear!"

The girl yelped with glee, jumping and rapidly clapping. "It's almost perfect! It's rather good! It's ... I don't know; the dream's coming to a halt."

Meigs stumbled out from the hedges, her lab coat comprehensively splotched with grass stains and dirt. Sticky, thick juices ran from between her legs, white and translucent pearl.

"You're a mess, Doctor," Nell said, grinning. "Get yourself to the showers and cleanse thyself."

The blue fox nodded and began to say something, but when she opened her mouth a sticky white bubble filled and popped.

Nell disregarded her and went back to Lisa. "Were she more of a quack, you'd think that was paste she'd ingested. Lisa, dear, we've already established this is reality. Why the de-escalation?"

Lisa wanly shuffled her footpaw in the grass, looping her paws behind her. "It's nothing, I'm sure the Prince is a charitable sort."

"Don't lie to me, Lisa."

"I'm not!" the raccoon gasped, then slapped her paws over her muzzle. "Oops, sorry. It's just ... well, I'm not exactly sloppy seconds when I wasn't that great to begin with."

"Explain?" Nell pressed, folding her arms over her breasts.

"Don't be daft!" Lisa snapped, then again covered her muzzle. "I mean ... I'm a raccoon ... a filthy street scavenger and guess what, that was my job, too; bloody near became a 'lady' of the night," she said, sarcastically overemphasizing the word. "Not like these slim-picking bones are worth jumping. Not even a chance to join a decent brothel. And you're saying Harem? Well, I guess every team needs a cock-warmer. That's what males like, right? Pull on their willies to keep them hard?"

"Lisa..."

"See, I don't even know anything about sex!" she groused, stomping around the yard. Her arms were folded tight around her. With how skinny she was, her paws nearly met in the back. "You get pregnant unless you put it in the bum, right?"

"Now with Goddess' Blessing--" Nell started, but then refrained from getting technical. "Ryoga would be more than thrilled to run you through the basics. He's a caring sort and loves the thrill of grooming a young lady until she is squirming for him. You'll also be acting as his personal staff; sex is more of a pleasure-after-business affair! Usually."

"Sure, I can do chores," Lisa shrugged, "Then I'll just sleep in the corner and wait for him to run out of experienced girls and girly-boys. I'm sure he'd rather toss me a pamphlet on the matter ... and a paper sack for the head!"

"Lisa!" Nell shouted, then excused herself, pushing down her hackles and clearing her throat. "Lisa, my dear. You're a very pretty girl and ah! Ah, don't contradict me again," the tigress said, pushing a finger against the raccoon's muzzle. "This is not just the bias talking, but I think the stripes are very pretty."

Lisa's ringed tail wagged at this.

"And really, the mask gives you a sort of exoticism! Once you get going, you could play a sexy bandit breaking in to rob the Prince of all his ..." she trailed off.

"All his what?" Lisa grinned, standing on the tips of her feet.

"Oh boy. His, um ... royal jewels!" Nell euphemized.

"You know I'm standing naked in a field while your doctor there was gangbanged by a multigendered cast of bats, right?" Lisa asked.

Perceptive girl. Nell realized that the matronly side of her was pulling punches.

"Do you want to learn about sex, then?" Nell asked.

Lisa nodded, retreating back to a more bashful position. "Yes; admittedly I haven't seen it done properly. All the drunk beggars back home just fell over each other until one falls asleep."

"Right," Nell said, then stuck out her hooked arm for Lisa to take. "Shall we?"

"Let's!" Lisa perked, then hooked her arm around Nell's and skipped with her to the manor.

***

The two entered a calm, stately room with dressers on one side, a vanity near the door, a vast window on the other side shining with brilliant afternoon light, and a large queen-sized canopy bed at the back sitting low to the ground. On the dresser was an assortment of gold and silver rods expertly shaped like the phalluses of many different mammals.

"Cor!" Lisa exclaimed, running over to the dresser. She gravitated--either by curiosity or by actual gravitational force--to a horse's cock the size of a table leg. "Is this going in my--"

"Your jammy?" Nell chuckled, quoting Lisa's lingo misfire. "Not for a few months. Just get on the bed, all right?"

The skinny raccoon girl did as she was told, romping and circling the bed until the sheets were all messed up. Nell looked to the door, where a maid had followed them, and she made a few quick hand signals--rabbit, wall, look!--for the servant to retrieve Max and have him observe the goings-on.

The maid disappeared and Nell went down the line of dildos, finding a modest raccoon one--an honest cock, if a bit small--and a bottle of lubricant. The tigress poured some of the slick liquid into her paw, then massaged it up and down the golden rod until it was warm and slippery.

"On your back, dear," she requested.

The girl did as she was told, but she lay straight as a pencil-diver. Nell looked down at the intersection of her legs, seeing the grey-furred slit and just the slightest hint of pink.

"Open, please," she asked, smiling as she crawled up on the bed alongside Lisa, keeping constant eye contact as the girl did as she was told, bringing her knees up as she put her footpaws apart, spreading her legs and revealing her warm, tight opening.

Nell lay down on her side, propped up on one elbow as her other paw reached down, around the raccoon's tiny rump. She angled the toy against Lisa's labia and saw her face immediately tense up, her spine going straight.

"Just ease into it," Nell said, rubbing the cock's head up one side of her pussy lips and then down the other, stopping at the glowing pink clit to circle it a few times, getting a nervous, pleasured high-pitched moan as reward.

Nell backed off on Lisa's clit and then smoothed the tapered tip down between them, centering it and wiggling it until Lisa's moans rose one more level,, then carefully began to push.

She felt Lisa's pussy resist, so she the toy just an inch inside, letting her breathing calm down before trying again. She eased it out at first, then slid it an inch in, and then another.

Lisa grit her teeth and bunched up the sheets in her paws, but Nell remained still, feeling her own heat grow as she pushed the toy further, feeling the heat of Lisa's cunny on her knuckles as she reached the hymen.

The tigress grabbed Lisa's attention with a quick psst, then took a few demonstrating breaths, in-out, in-out. When the girl mirrored her, Nell pushed the cock in further, breaking Lisa's hymen, remaining still as Lisa let out a yelp of pain. To Nell's surprise, Lisa then pushed herself down on the toy, groaning, bleeding a little as the nipples on her small chest went erect.

Her body responded more fully. Lisa's paw snapped down over Nell's, the raccoon breathing in short, excited gasps, so the tigress ceded control of the toy to her.

Lisa arched her back as she moved the golden cock inside her, repeatedly thrusting against it, gasping, whining until she jolted and shuddered. She pushed her hips high into the air as she screamed out, the toy shooting out as a few jets of clear, sticky fluid squirted out down the bed, some of it flying over the foot.

As she writhed against the sheets, wracked with orgasm, stroking at her oversensitive clit and screaming out because of it, her body changed. Lisa's breasts, meager malnourished bumps, filled out to thick, luscious mounds. Her hips, rail thin, plumped out into sensuous hourglass swooshes, and her pussy, already soaked, plumped as her butt swelled out behind her.

Lisa lay splayed out, and when she moved she made sticky squishing sounds. Nell stood free of the bed, stumbling as her own moist pussy sent shocks through her. She smiled, letting the new buxom raccoon enjoy her first afterglow.

Nell's ear turned backwards. She heard some grunts in the wall, and the tell-tale schlck-schlck of a lubricated paw taking care of manly business.

He's getting impatient, thought Nell.

Lisa eventually recovered and rolled to her side, but when she did, the weight of her blessed breasts toppled her over. "What!" she shouted into the pillows, then struggled to her knees, groaning as the scent and feel of her well-attended pussy seized her. She reached down and squeezed it, writhing into her paw.

"Oh, Goddess," Lisa groaned, "So that's what it's there for."

"Well, one reason," Nell chuckled. She blushed, shuddering as her furry arms brushed over her sensitive, steely nipples. Either Max, Meigs, even Lisa would be a wonderful help for her little problem: oh, how she ached!

But it wasn't the time.

Lisa peered under herself at the heavy lumps swinging from her chest. "I got tits!" she cheered, flinging herself upright, squishing them together, rolling them in her paws, tugging at her nipples as the sexual urge stabbed her.

"Oooh, these are fantastic," she said, stroking over her curves. "I got me an arse, too!"

Lisa gave it a good smack and watched it rebound. "Now I can sit down without a bunch of crackling! But how?"

Meigs entered the room right on time, completely nude save for her opened coat framing her vulpine body, all fluffed, dried, and decadent.

"I was once a scavenger like you," Meigs said, "but then I received the Goddess' Blessing."

"I'm a right Goddess myself with these!" Lisa exclaimed, tossing her breasts in her paws, wriggling around in her own juices. "With a sexy body instead of like, fire-breath or flight, hmm."

"You have your own gifts already," Meigs said, waving a paw. For fun, she hefted the horse-cock dildo with both paws and threw it at Lisa. It bounced off her with a loud clang, then crashed to the floor where it left a deep dent in the wood. Lisa giggled.

"The Goddess grants the gift of pleasure as well," Nell said as she glared at Meigs, thinking about beating her with it, "But only to her subjects who remain just, fair, and peaceful unless aggressed upon."

"So if I'm mean, no sex?"

"Back to skinny, okay-sex," Meigs chimed in, see-sawing her flattened paw as so-so. "But as you are pure of heart, if rather mischievous, your sex drive is brilliantly pronounced."

"Pronounced as my ..." Lisa trailed off, leaning her hips forward and smoothing her paws over her mons, using her fingers to tease her hot, wet lips. When her fingers made contact she jittered and her eyes shot open.

"Correct," Meigs said. "And might I add, that is quite a badonkadonk on you. You will be careful, as Ryoga will want to bite it and you are vulnerable to piercing. Do not show that wolf your full moon until you are ready."

"Meigs!" Nell laughed, taking a swipe at the doctor with her claws. The fox blocked it with her clipboard, so the tigress wound up with a clipboard stuck on her hand.

"The Blessing probably found your overeating useful today," Meigs interjected, pulling her coat around her tit so she could put her glasses in the chest pocket. "But, we're still having that nutrition lesson later."

"And table manners, remembering your old coat," Nell said to Meigs, trying to pry the clipboard free.

Meigs took a reflex hammer out of her coat and knocked on Nell's knuckles, causing her claws to retract. She took her clipboard back. "Clothes do not last long in Jahaliya. I wear these coats for posterity."

"So where is this sex?" Lisa asked, retrieving the raccoon dildo. "I mean, I can play with toys all day, but ..." she said, pointing the cock at Meigs. "Seeing you sneak out from the hedges, I know I only got half the splatter."

I volunteer!

Hearing the muffled voice, Nell backed up against the wall and banged it with her fist. The voice stopped. "I'm sure that will come with a little patience."

"For Goddess' sake, mother!" Meigs groused, sweeping past Nell and kneeling in front of the wall, around waist-level. She put her paws against it and kept scooting, feeling the paper until she came to an obvious tiny door, no larger than a playing-card, with a coy "Open Me" sign on it.

Meigs knocked on the wall and Nell heard scooting.

A reciprocal knock then came from the inside, and the blue fox smiled. "Lisa, if you would come over here," she asked, hooking a claw at her.

The newly-minted buxom raccoon, still getting her legs after that orgasm, wobbled on over to Meigs. "Not me, you silly!" Meigs giggled, then pointed to the tiny door.

"A very special member of our society is available!" she said.

Lisa, charmed by Meigs' enthusiasm, knelt before the door. "But how do I get inside?" she asked, twisting the tiny knob with her fingers.

"Don't worry!" the wall said, and then the door popped open. Out thrust an enormous cock, pink and erect.

"Oh!" Lisa gasped, falling on her plump behind. She got back to her knees, seeing it pulse, waiting for her, and she crawled up to it. Her nose bumped it and she squeaked, rubbing her nose, feeling a drop of warm wetness that hung in strands between her fingers.

Wonderful musk emanated from the phallus and behind it. Lisa gave it a lick, tasting warm, supple skin as the scent invigorated her, traveling down to her loins.

"It's so warm..." she droned, carefully reaching out for it.

"Lisa, dear, you were so adventurous with your own sex!" Nell chuckled, fanning herself with a paw, "yet here is a wonderful boy offering to share his and you're more bashful than he is!"

Lisa laughed in response, her paw shaking as she reached. Her fingers wrapped around it as if it was a sword's blade, and awkwardly she tried to stand, getting up on her haunches and stumbling as she tried to bring her pussy up to it.

She fell back on her ass and crawled to it again, opening her muzzle and putting her lips around the tip.

A low, bassy groan issued from the wall, and Lisa backed off, leaving the tip wet with spit but keeping her paw on it, stroking it.

Nell saw the jitters coming from the cock itself and heard the harried breathing through the wall: Max was trying everything he could to keep from cumming.

"Godspeed, Max. Close your eyes and think of England ..." Nell whispered.

Lisa laughed, thrilled by the sheer outrageousness of the act.

For Nell, it was Tuesday.

The raccoon leaned in again, stroking it and grasping at her tit. She squeezed the base, bringing her lips close. Nell heard two thumps high on the wall and a loud groan, then had to suppress a giggle as inevitably, the cock in the wall erupted, spraying Lisa's first batch of boy-cum all over her face in long, ropey strands.

Then Nell's mother instincts took over.

"Lisa, dear!" she shouted, running forward. Meigs held her clipboard out to stop her.

The raccoon combed her paws through her face fur, her mouth wide open, a long strand hanging from her muzzle as the corners turned up, her teeth shining in an enormous smile. She held her paws out in front of her, stringing cum between them like a cat's cradle, then began laughing like a hyena as she bounced this cum-cradle up and down. She leaned in to lick it.

"It's so fruity!" she said as she pulled in the slowly melting strands. She put her paw in her mouth like a bear with honey. "Like an orange!" she asked, smacking her lips.

Thank you Max, for preparing, thought Nell.

"I want more!" Lisa added, sliding up to it. But to her astonishment, it slowly, serenely sank, going limp. "What's happening? Did I do something wrong?"

Nell, cooling down and thanking Meigs for stopping her, smiled and shook her head. "Dear, those wonderful things take energy. It will be back."

"When?" Lisa protested, then saw the cock receding from the door. She scrambled to it and slammed her paws on either side, kissing it. "Oh no, don't go!" she protested.

It disappeared and the door shut. Lisa whined, scratching at the wall.

"You would think these organisms with the penises do not make up forty-five percent of our population," Meigs commented, then walked to the room's door, opening it before Max had a chance to knock.

The muscular bunny stood in the doorway with his paws politely placed over his groin, a warm smile on his face. He waved with one paw, keeping the other over his sheath.

"Hello!" he said. "I hope I made good impression this time."

Despite his apparent nudity, Lisa still felt embarrassed and rapidly wiped her paws off on her thighs, smearing cum all over them. "That was you?" she laughed, sucking on one of her fingers as he chuckled with her, bowing.

"No, I should ask, 'was that you?'"

"I didn't do anything!"

They proceeded to get stuck in a loop of pleasantries.

Nell cleared her throat. "Max, is there anything else you'd like to say, aside from 'thank-you?'"

Max bashfully looked at the hardwood floor, rubbing it with his paw and making squeaky noises. "Lisa, I'm rather enchanted with you," he said, his hands involuntarily rising from his groin.

The raccoon perked up at this, shifting from side to side to see around his paws.

Max continued, "On Nell's orders, I've been watching you. It was for safety, mostly, but your spirit is lovely! Welcome to Jahaliya! Definitely ..." he trailed off, scratching at his long, stalky ears. His erection popped free--a very familiar one--and Lisa squeaked.

"I'd love to fuck you," Max said.

"Yes, absolutely!" Lisa barked out, then put a paw against her muzzle. "Wait, 'fuck?'"

Meigs had one paw forming a circle with its fingers and the other holding one of many golden dildos. Nell slapped her paws down. "Don't be crass," she whispered, then moved past them.

"Yes, if you would just lay on the bed, Lisa," Nell said, "and Max, are you ready?"

The bunny leapt high into the air. Nell grabbed his cock and pulled him back down. "Mmm, perhaps I should assist," she said.

Nell turned to instruct Lisa, but she was already on her back, her legs slightly apart. The tigress could smell her estrus in the air: she was burning for sex!

"Yes, Lisa, lay back and let this clearly ready male stimulate you in order for you to receive him."

"How?" Lisa asked, but Max had already crawled onto the low side of the bed.

"Remember how you used your mouth on him?" she asked as the rabbit lifted her knees, gently spreading her legs. "It'll be vice-versa."

"Oh," Lisa said, feeling a wet warmth on her labia and a pair of rabbit ears flopping on her chest. "Oh!" she groaned, stroking his head, her hips automatically thrusting against his muzzle.

The decadent erotic shocks that flowed through Lisa, from her sensitive pussy lips to the tip of her nose and the ends of her toes had Lisa writhing on the sheets. Finally, as Max's tongue slid inside of her and curled within her passage as his cold nose nudged her clitoris, she arched her back and came on him, juices squirting out of her and coating his muzzle.

"Aahhh!" she cried out in delight.

Max blushed and sat back on his knees, bashfully toying with his ear as she lapped her nectar off his muzzle. His cock remained hard, dribbling pre off its end.

"That is a good start, Max," Meigs said, her own pussy puffy and moist, "but are you done yet?"

The rabbit chuckled, grunting as a shot of pre squirted onto the sheets. "I sure hope not! L-Lisa?"

The raccoon, panting and dripping, reached between her legs and fondled his tip. "I want it. You'll be my first!"

Nell grinned, sauntering past Meigs, her nipples hard, wishing so much she could join in. But: one step at a time. Nell put her paw behind Lisa's head, which triggered the busty young female to spring to her knees and lunge face-first at his cock.

"Ah-ah!" Nell said. "You already did that. Max, would you lay down? Lisa, off the bed."

"Mum!"

"Just for a second!" she scolded, inwardly joyful at what Lisa called her.

Max did as he was told, laying down, with his cock sticking straight in the air.

Nell put her paw on Lisa's lower back. "Now, for both of your sakes, please go slow. He's not a golden dildo! But much more sen--"

Lisa had already leapt on the bed and straddled Max, groaning with delight as she lined up her tailhole--

"No! That's for experts!" Nell interrupted.

--her pussy with Max's cock, moaning as his sensitive, wet head parted her lips, stretching them ever so gradually.

Max was already bunching the sheets up in his paws, his buckteeth biting down on his lip as her inexperienced passage squeezed on him, throbbing. Lisa drew in sharp breaths, taking in that first inch, then another, one paw on his washboard stomach as the other tweaked her hard nipple and pulled at it.

"Aaoowh!" Lisa moaned, sliding down until her pussy lips met his hips, amazed, writhing as she felt so much of him inside of her. Her tail flared out behind her like a bottle brush.

Nell leaned into her ear, stroking Lisa's free breast. "You see, he has his big cock in you. This is called a 'fuck.'"

They started out slow, sumptuous slurps and squishes sounding throughout the room as Lisa rode Max, his wet cock exposed to open air and then deep inside her again.

Lisa started clawing at Max's chest, and Max kept clawing at the bed. They were both showing such wonderful restraint, albeit for different reasons.

Meigs slipped up beside them and, when Lisa was at the tip of Max's cock, took an eyedropper and squeezed liquid on the rabbit's soaked skin. "That should moderate the pleasure; you look like you're about to go off at the slightest breeze."

"Ah! Thanks, doc," he whispered.

"Please proceed."

Lisa was off like a rabbit--and fortunately the rabbit was able to follow--bouncing on him faster and faster, her breasts bounding with every thrust. Soon she did not have to use her own legs, but only the force of the landing! Her magic barrier was in full effect.

Max, muscular Max, his eyes were wide, but with a warrior's resolve he bounced back with her, propelling her higher and higher with every thrust.

The bed creaked and groaned but held fast, Lisa screaming as her tight, wet pussy clung to him, penetrated thick and deep.

"Oh Goddess, it feels so good!" she cheered, "I love this! Come on, Max, fuck me well!"

"Oh Goddess, I'm trying!" he panted, every thrust, every pull sending explosions of pleasure down his cock and through his body. His lips moved in silent prayer between groans and huffs.

By blessing of the Goddess, seen only by the clinical Meigs, Lisa drifted just a few inches forward, changing the angle, and when she bounced back down on him the head of his cock slid over her g-spot, from bottom to top, and in return her passage clutched around him completely, squeezing from base to tip.

"Fuck!" they cried in unison, cumming in unison, the whole mess spraying out onto his lap and the sheets.

Krak! Went the bed, the cross-beams falling out and sending the mattress crashing to the floor. Max looked around in surprise, drunk on his orgasm, his cock still pulsing inside her, squeezing out the last few dregs. Lisa lay on top of him, immaculately satisfied.

"Should I call the carpenter or the janitor first?" Meigs snarked, moaning as she and Nell, standing together, groped each other to orgasm.

***

After everybody had come down from their luxurious highs and cleaned each other up in the shower room, they all sat down to tea with a guard posted by the fifth-story window.

"Lisa, dear," Nell said as she sipped from her hot cup, "I think you are quite ready for your debut!"

"Cor! You think so?" the raccoon exclaimed. When she lurched forward, her new, buxom tits sent her teacup flying, shattering on a wall.

Meigs, who had to duck to avoid shrapnel, recovered her glasses from the floor. "Of course. But do not bowl over the others."

"I wouldn't think of it," Lisa said, smiling as she reclined, primly folding her legs. "I ... well, I got carried away back there. I want to be like you society ladies. Understated and sensual, not just bouncing from cock to cock.

"In fact, I have an idea," the tigress continued with a snap of her fingers. "Cadfry!" she called, and a heretofore unseen older, elegant gray fox with a smart tuxedo top and nothing but a pleasant, plump package down below slipped into the room.

"Yes, Lady Nell?"

"What clothing is available? While Little Miss Lisa is excellently proportioned like all of us, she does not quite have our measurements.

"She may well go nude, madam; she is well-suited."

"Not for the Prince! He'll have nothing to tear off of her," Nell said, smirking as she saw Lisa blush and preen herself. "However... Ah! Remember our trip to Pelypenniseus?"

Cadfry smiled. "I know just the thing," he said, and then the fox disappeared despite his age.

Quick as a twinkle he was back, sporting a bit of pink hanging from his sheath as he proudly held from two fingers a pair of leather lace-up sandals--a Grecian style, as Nell remembered the old cultures.

Lisa received them with grace, curtsying before stumbling into them, getting her toes stuck on its intricate lacing before Cadfry stayed her footpaw and, with typical grace, laced the sandals up to the back of her knee in a criss-cross fashion.

"The rest of you is perfect, dear," Nell said, "but here are some stripes for your shins."

"Oh, they look beautiful!" Lisa said, posing every which way, pivoting on the ball of her foot to twist her leg, her ringed tail high and curled behind her. "But will Prince Ryoga like them? And is that his first or last name?"

Nell chuckled and corrected her. "I'd say that Prince Ryoga Miscon would be hard-pressed not to jump you at first sight!"

"I do love jumping," Lisa giggled.

"To a perilous degree," Meigs snarked, nodding at the guard by the window.

"But won't you see yourself in the mirror, Little Lady?" Cadfry insisted, his cock extending from its sheath with understated lust.

"You cad," Nell giggled. He did not cover it, but merely put his hands behind his back should the lady so choose to enjoy it.

Lisa was elsehwere, however, and gravitated to the tea-room's tall mirror, beholding herself in full: a grown, buxom raccoon woman with youthful light restored in her eyes, and hips that did not clatter when she walked.

She sniffled as a few tears came to her eyes, Nell and Meigs standing on either side of her. "Once, I was a dirty street girl that no one wanted. Now I'm not only wanted but lusted after, naked, luscious, and lively, inflaming the desire of any man I want, most importantly the Prince!" she paused, turning to Nell, "Mum, er, Lady Nell, if I make a mistake there, I will not be in trouble?"

The tigress put her paws on the young raccoon's shoulders. "Nothing a kindly conversation cannot fix. You'll be fine."

Lisa hugged her, and then turned back to the mirror, admiring herself once again. "I must be in Heaven, then."

Meigs slappeed Lisa's arse, which made her jump.

"Excuse me!" Lisa protested.

"No," the fox said with a grin.

Nell laughed. "No, you are in Jahaliya. A world of pleasures and yes, some dangers. But are you up to make a little bit of Heaven here?"

To that, Lisa shuffled in her sandals, then danced about the room, flinging her arms to its high, luxuriant ceilings and dodging as she nearly knocked into one of the manor's many luscious statues. There were no more cold streets for her, no hunger or cruel, random danger. All that lay ahead was a lively, sexual world of pleasures and challenges.

"I would love to!"