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The streets of Rawrstokka were common with horses and carts, various citizens pulling hauls to their shops from the field or simply going about their business and walking on the street. It was a large, stonework city that many often viewed as the epitome of culture and technology of the realm. This was where scholars came to learn, for merchants to peddle their goods, and for anyone to come to for a second chance at life. It was a wall-less city, the expertly trained military that it housed was enough of a deterrent for any foreign invaders, not to mention that the city stood as a beacon of exclusivity, it had many other kingdoms that would gladly lend their aid to any conflict.

Morrow had lived in this city all her life. Born of a husky farmer and his dalmatian wife, she had worked the nearby fields until she had come of age to be married, from which she had, though short lived as it was due to her husband catching a ravenous infection that took him. During her personal awakening she found that she had become quite lust filled and took up a job at one of Rawrstikka's many brothels. She fucked thirty men a day since she was twenty years old and not a second went past that she didn't love it.

She had eventually become a manager of the other whores and was seen as a somewhat motherly figure, caring for the other women like they were her own sisters. It was for her prowess on the matter of pleasuring her constituents that she was sought out by the queen's clerics. They came to her brothel and it was there that this message was relaid, and thus she was on her way to the queen's throne room.

She had ascended the flight of towering stairs that marked the entrance of the grand keep that housed the city's beloved king and queen. It was here that she would service her matriarch. Or at least, that's what she had thought. The mixed dog woman made her way through the various large halls of the castle, and it was plain to see that she was going the right away.

Many of the queen's clerics populated the portions of the keep and they only grew in number the closer to the throne room one became. They were all easily distinguishable and even recognizable. Each person, though very different in species and stature, were all hermaphrodites. Morrow knew this because it was the dress code of the clerics to wear a robe that was purposely made so that the draped cloth didn't cover the front of the groin, from which male genitals spilled forth.

She often found herself licking her lips as she walked past them. She counted herself lucky that it was unlikely that any of them would have seen the hawty gesture, as their hoods were drawn over their heads. Limp horse cocks bounced between thighs, hefty canid and feline balls nestled underneath sheaths, various reptiles portrayed simple slits that held their own dicks. There wasn't a single species's manhood that she didn't see while she made her way to the throne room, which only made sense.

Everyone in the city knew it, the reason for all of the clerics that were under the queen's rule were hermaphrodites was because the queen herself shared the exact same trait. It was surely meant for Morrow to be the one that got the queen to cum, and who else better than the best fuck in the entirety of Rawrstokka? She was actually very honored by the fact.

The canine woman rounded the final corner of the hallway that lead to the throne room, a massive set of wooden doors baring her way, along with a small faction of guards that stood before it. Clerics that were closest to the queen wore armor along with their robes and held aloft massive polearms that they could swing with ease. Truly those few that were outside the door to the throne room seemed to be Amazonians. Still, their genitals were fully in the open, peeking out through a wide part in each of their armored suits.

As Morrow came closer, one particular cleric stepped out from the group and approached. She stood several feet from the double doors and made a gesture of pulling back the hood from her head. A gleaming feline face was revealed, her tan fur shimmering in the allowed light of the day. She offered a friendly smile to the newcomer.

"Hello, I am Morrow Ravere, I am the head mistress at the Sandstepe brothel. I am answering a summons from Commander Hawk?" she asked, staring up at the large herm.

"Yes!" the cleric in front of her boomed. "I am Commander Hawk. It's good to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Ravere." She offered her gauntlet covered paw, of which Morrow happily accepted. The feline turned her paw over and kissed the back of it. "We are very glad you made it as quickly as you did, we were concerned it might be a day or two, if you even accepted the summons."

"Well, no right minded woman would ever decline a summons from the queen," Morrow giggled and withdrew her paw. "And someone of even less sound mind wild dilly dally around with arriving."

"Hah!" the commander laughed like thunder, her voice bouncing from the stone walls. "I wish some of my clerics were as dedicated as you. Very good!" she complimented with a grin.

The canine giggled and cleared her throat. "While it has been nice to make your acquaintance, commander, I really should be going on to meet the queen."

"Oh, your business isn't with the queen," the feline clarified quickly. "What we need of you is something that is...a tad bit more difficult to accomplish," she explained and rubbed at the back of her neck. Her tone of voice and body language had immediately turned from something of confidence to something of being nervous.

"Well, I'm more than happy to aid the queen with whatever pleasures she might want of a whore. If not to meet her, then what am I here for?" the canine asked and crossed her arms.

A devious smirk pulled over Commander Hawk's face. "You have been brought here to indulge in a very specific fetish that the queen has, though few are willing to participate. I hope the same doesn't go for you," she explained and gave a quick signal to the other clerics of her order, a few of them seeing the gesture quickly trotted off. Morrow smirked and looked around at where she was, but boredom had hardly any time to set in before a large apparatus and an even larger beast came strolling into the large room from another adjacent hall.

The beast itself was one of the military's dire hounds, meant to brandish armor, ramming plows, and to carry a single, well trained soldier into battle. They were far more formidable than the kingdom's similarly sized war horses and even more gargantuan war elephants. It had a height of seven feet tall at the haunches and bristled with muscle. It strode with a well disciplined step and even stared forward like an infantryman would. It had the similar build and look like one of the kingdom's normal wolves, though its fur was shorter, like that of a doberman, and dark gray in color. It's flanks reflected a sheen of light and gave the appearance that the beast's fur was as smooth as silk.

Morrow marveled at the thing, she had only ever seen them as they were paraded through the city but they were always decked out in some armor and weapon facade that obscured most of their features. This one had no armor, save for a leather harness that wrapped its chest and forelegs, not unlike what a sled dog would have. Before the beast was rolled what looked like a large, wooden breeding stock that she also recognized what was normally meant for collecting horse semen. Things suddenly made immediate sense when she saw the two together.

"Oh deer," she whispered and walked up behind the commander as she began to walk towards the dire hound and stock. The great animal came to a halt and two clerics ducked beneath its belly, their paws working at the huge sheath below its toned frame. The canid woman gulped as she began to see the first few inches of its large cock begin to slip out of its furry home.

"I hope this isn't too far outside of your area of expertise. We had heard rumors of you servicing horses at some of the local farms and thought that this might be doable for you," commander Hawk explained.

"Horses are one thing, this is a dangerous animal!" Morrow protested.

"I assure you, our dire hounds are perfectly well behaved. The best trained war mounts in the country and Jaq here is the most well mannered of them all," Hawk explained and walked right up the to massive quadruped. She reached out and stroked down over the hound's side, patting his shoulder and chest as she continued down to his haunches. The two clerics between his hinds legs slowly stepped back, and Morrow got an eye full of the equally large dog cock that had been enticed from its sheath. It was exactly like many normal canine dicks, save for the fact that it was fifteen inches long and had a thickness that rivaled an equine's.

"Are you still up for it?" Hawk asked, watching the dazed canid woman as she stared wide eyed at Jaq's cock. "You'll of course be paid handsomely. The queen always takes care of her constituents."

"Paid?" Morrow shook her head and chuckled, she had been so occupied that the thought of being compensated had taken her aback. "Pay is good, but I'm still not for sure how the queen gets her enjoyment out of this, is she going to watch?"

"Precisely!" the commander shouted and then turned and gave another signal. The doors of the throne room came open slowly and the dire hound, stock, and group of clerics began to proceed inside. Morrow followed dutifully, glad that she was finally able to see inside of the fabled throne room. "But what is more towards her liking, Jaq's cum will be collected and served to her. She so enjoys dire hound seed, but none is better than when it is collected from a beautiful woman," Hawk elaborated.

The throne room was a huge space with ornate markings all along the walls. Statues carved into columns held up the ceiling, all depicted as beautiful hermaphrodites. The long room was bisected by a red tapestry that followed the door all the way up to the throne, of which wasn't really a throne at all. Better described as a deep cushioned couch, the queen of Rawrstokka lounged across its surface. She was a very large woman, a figure that was at least nine feet tall and stunningly gorgeous. She was a white furred fox, her glistening coat throwing off a sheen that rivaled the dire hound's.

She had on a gown that was similar to the clerics that she employed, and just like her clerics, her huge cock hung out over the couch. Kneeling at her waist as a service woman that was eagerly nursing on the queen's erect cock. The loud, enthusiastic slurping could be heard from the door, as well as the snowy vixen's gentle moans and murrs.

As the procession of clerics, beast, and whore came in, the queen's eyes lit up happily and she spoke. "Welcome!" she called, her voice booming with elation. "I'm so glad you were able to come, it's so rare to find brave woman that are willing to indulge me,"

The entire procession got to a portion of the room and then they all bowed at once. Upon rising, Morrow spoke. "I'm glad to be in your presence, my queen. So rare is it that I am able to see you, greater yet that I am able to be of service to you."

"Such a beautiful girl," the queen moaned as the woman down at her waist began to deep throat what must have been a foot long girth. "You can expect yourself to be well off at the end of this, I assure you. But please, don't let me bother you. Continue with the show."

Morrow turned to look at Hawk who gave her a reassuring smile before two clerics came up to her sides and began to gently pull away her clothing. She let them of course, and then Hawk took her paw and lead her over to the large stock. The canid woman nervously stepped up onto an elevated platform and grasped onto the leaning bar in front of her and spread her legs like she was used to doing with the horses. A cleric came over with a small jar of lube and dipped her fingers into it before bringing them between the whore's legs and began to lather the inside of her cunt.

She shivered at the sensation, a blush drawing over her face as the digits pushed as far as they could inside, getting every inch of her depths coated in the slippery stuff. A soft moan escaped her lips as the cleric pulled away, leaving the mix dog's pussy glistening and wet. She was finally ready to get fucked.

While Morrow kept her eyes forward and trained on the queen's lounging form, she could feel the dire hound approach from behind. A couple clerics guided the beast, and in moments the massive thing suddenly leaped up onto her back, though its huge paws fell upon an even larger leaning bar as he got into position. The entire stock gave a groan and swayed, and for a moment Morrow became concerned that it might collapse on top of her. Luckily Rawrstokka's top engineers made sure that it never would.

Jaq's furry form brushed her back and his hind legs stepped closer. She could feel his heat and the strength that he embodied and could only imagine the fear he instilled on the battlefield. She tried to stay as still as she could while she waited for his inevitable penetration. His thick cock brushed her backside, his hips drawing forward as he tried to find her awaiting pussy. A cleric from the side took a hold of the dire hound's cock and guided him appropriately. His member pressed to her entrance and with one slick motion, he was inside of her.

Morrow howled out in shock as her cunt became spread on his incredible girth. Her legs moved farther apart so she might accommodate him better and to also make things a bit more comfortable, but there was still some pain. Just like with getting fucked by horses, the initial entry was always uncomfortable and tight, but as things went on, they became more pleasurable.

Initially it was only half of his member, but his powerful hips gave another buck and she became home to every inch he had to offer. She was grunting and gritting her teeth as she was forced to accommodate the beast. The pressure alone was making her head spin.

"You're doing great, love!" the queen encouraged as Jaq began to move his hips. Morrow was up on her toes from the powerful movements of the creature over top her. Her paws gripped the lean bar as the dire hound began to slowly draw his hips back and forth, almost in a gentle way. The bumpy veins all across his girth made her moan and shiver in relief every time he would retreat, and re-entry became gradually easier.

Unlike the horses, the dire hound didn't fuck her mercilessly like she were some bitch to be bred. Jaq seemed to understand that he could break her if he tried too hard, and she was grateful for his intelligence. Her breathing came is ragged gasps and screams of ecstasy as the huge cock touched every inch of her insides. She had been fucked by feral dogs before, and this wasn't too different, but they had never been able to send her into such a screaming fit.

Her large breasts and belly bounced with every powerful hit, his cock causing her stomach to distend slightly every time it entered. Her mouth was perpetually open and her tongue lolled out as she became the hound's little fuck toy. She pushed hard against his movements, wanting him to go as deep as he wanted. It seemed a record amount of time that she had gone from sudden pain to immoral bliss.

"Ah! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged and clamped down on the hound's cock. She could feel her insides getting ravaged faster, his hips rolling and thrusting at the pace that a normal dog might mount his bitch.

The queen looked on with a loving gaze, enthralled in the sight of one of her citizens getting spitted on that fabulous dire hound pyre. She brought a paw to the woman's head that was sucking her off and coaxed her to go deeper. Morrow's screams of elation filled the throne room along with the hard rhythmic smacking that was Jaq's swollen knot against her pussy lips. No matter how enthusiastic she was to take him, there was no way a watermelon sized thing like that would fit inside of her.

A low growl emanated from the dire hound as his hips began to swing in a blur of motion. The canid whore's lower body was pretty much lifted from the ground as she was forced to take the savage power of the beast. Now it was all too reminisce of a true dog taking her pussy, the way his back arched and his hips moved was exactly like some of the street mutts that wandered in to her establishment.

Morrow was clenching down on the gyrating shaft as best she could. Every movement sent striking fingers of pleasure to course up her body and make her shake. Her eyes had begun to roll back in her head and she was not holding back in the slightest. She loved every sensation and was begging for more, never before had she been so enthralled with a man or animal. She hoped this sensation never ended.

Watching from the side, commander Hawk grinned to herself. In the past the dire hound had all but raped the girls that were brought up to the stock, she was very pleased to find someone that so thoroughly enjoyed the experience. It was good to know that there was someone they could call on again for this experience. From her side another cleric walked up and presented a large, golden goblet that was obviously over sized for a normal person but perfect for someone the size of the queen.

Hawk graciously accepted the cup and then walked up to breeding stock. Neither Morrow nor Jaq seemed to notice, they were both off in their own little, bliss-filled worlds. The cleric knelt and placed the goblet right between the whore's legs and right below her pelvis. Already there were thick, white streams of precum mixed with pussy juices oozing out after every sloppy entry. The frothy mixture ran down the inside of her jiggling thighs and even began to pool under her feet every so often when her toes would be allowed to touch the platform.

The placement of the prized goblet couldn't have come at a better time, as the dire hound's movements had reached a driving crescendo. While a continuous roll of growls and barks rang out from the beast's mouth there came a time that he suddenly threw his head back and let out a triumphant howl. The call was similar to a war roar that dire hounds would let out on the battlefield, though it marked a very similar achievement.

Morrow gasped as she felt his cock shudder and then send out a thick gush of hot, canid cum deep inside of her well used depths. There was no way she could have held onto the incredible volume of seed, and so the flood of white fluid came pouring back out of her cunt. It was like watching a pitcher of milk become upturned, the gooey liquid erupted all around the angry red dick, soaking the platform and the floor further beneath.

Luckily the placement of the cup was perfect, as thick strings splashed and coated the entire thing's surface, turning it from a shimmering yellow to a spattered opaque trinket. Within seconds the cup had been filled and was brimming with thick, dire hound jizz.

The whore had never let up on her own orgasmic screaming, though in a volume that was hardly noticeable with so much of the hound's cum being thrown around, she too had reached an incredible climax. Her body was shaking and shivering, she was barely even able to hold on to the lean bar. When Jaq's hips slowed and finally came to a stop, his cock was still lodged deep within her belly. Her legs splayed around it and her hole was stuffed to capacity.

When he finally pulled out there was hardly a change in volume for how much cum he had deposited. Her pussy lips gaped wide and her entire lower half was painted white. Without the support of his cock, Morrow's grip faltered and she fell from the stock and landed face down in the growing pool of cum. There she stayed, gasping and whimpering with half her muzzle and the entirety of her front soaked in musky semen.

Jaq was panting hard like a well laid and very content dog should. He easily dismounted the stock and was trotted off by a couple clerics that went about licking his cummy cock clean and scrubbing his fur of any remaining spatter. When the hound was well away, Hawk stepped back up and retrieved the full goblet. Though it was sticky and covered in jizz she didn't spill a drop, and so she turned and set it down on a silver tray that was bared by another cleric. As the commander suckled her fingers clean, the goblet was brought up to the queen who graciously accepted it.

"Excellent work!" the queen declared and took her first sip of the milky mixture. She lavished the flavor and swished it around in her mouth before swallowing. "Delicious. Commander Hawk, see to it that our guest is well taken care of," she ordered and took another, deeper gulp from the goblet.

"Of course, your majesty," Hawk replied and bowed. She then made a quick gesture to a couple other nearby clerics. Morrow had been watching the entire scene from where she was at, still unmoving and still breathing hard in the puddle. The last thing she saw was a couple of clerics approaching, their robes dragging into the puddle and then stooping down to help her up. It was right as they touched her that she fell unconscious and her entire body went limp, now completely at the mercy of the order of royal individuals who had introduced her to the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced.