Princess
Princess
The day had been beautiful, and this evening is the same. The sun was setting, moving down under the horizon, painting the sky a mix of orange, red, and purple hues. The loveliness of the palace garden was only amplified by this. It is spring, and all of the flowers in bloom. Many exotic blossoms from all over the surrounding kingdoms, and many more that were from other places entirely. In addition, a number of hedges are placed all over to add a feeling of grandeur, all well maintained. The garden itself is enormous. There are many paths that one could spend the day walking, seeing the work of the gardeners from all possible angles. The paths, of course, all have hand crafted wooden benches along them in intervals, so one can just sit and relax. In the center of all of these paths is a lake, a small one. It contains a number of goldfish. The water itself seems to be on fire from the light of the setting sun, and the fish shimmer with this light, making the lake seem to be full of jewels.
This natural beauty is wonderful to behold. All of it to please the senses and lift the heart. All of this pales in comparison, however, to one who is sitting at the edge of the lake right now, sitting in one of the benches, and overlooking the shimmering waters. This one is the princess, a beautiful fox. Her eyes are a deep, chocolaty brown. Her fur is a rich red, save for the white under her muzzle and at her neck., as well at the black at the tips of her ears. That is all that can be seen of her fur, though it looks gorgeously soft. She is dressed extravagantly, wearing a dress of royal blue. The sleeves of it are puffed, and the bodice criss-crossed with lace and is quite form fitting. Bows trail down the center of her dress. A larger, but not too large, bow at the top, and getting smaller as they moved down. The dress below puffed out in a number of frilled skirts, a bell shape. It too is lined with lace, and a few bows at the trim, her tail hidden below it. Upon her paws is a pair of silk gloves, reaching to her elbows. On her feet, a pair of elegant, buckled heels. Both match her dress. She does not wear her tiara atop her head, as that would not be fitting for a walk. Just the same, her regal air and sheer beauty gives off her royal status.
What is something missing from this picture? Guards. They seemed to be away. Away doing other matters. It is just as well, the princess always found them to be insufferable company, and preferred to be away from them whenever she could. On this day, however, it probably would have been better for her to have them present. For, unknown to her, a pair of dark, jade green eyes were watching her, watching from behind one of the large hedges. It is a raccoon that watches her. One dressed as a peasant. He wears a simple cloth shirt of brown, and a vest of black. His trousers made of canvas, and black as well. They went with his dark gray fur, and the black bandit mask that went over his eyes. Not one of cloth mind you, but his natural coloring. His build is rather trim, but muscular. He is deceptively strong for his size. His long ringtail waves behind him, gray and black, of course. For a peasant, it looks rather soft. He gives a slight smile as he spies his quarry. He speaks, his voice deep and rich. "She will suit my purposes well.....perhaps I can get a nice ransom for her." His intentions were clear. He watches as the princess slowly rises from her bench, her gloved paws moving down to brush the layers of silk down. She bends, picking up a flower that was growing from the riverbed, a wild rose. Perhaps a bit unladylike, she bends at the waist, her tail flagging up. The action causes her skirts to lift, lift all the way up. Beneath her dress, the coon sees she is wearing a pair of white stockings, going up to her mid thighs. Her red fur can slightly be seen beneath them, and the fur looks gorgeous. The coon's gaze trails up her legs, over the garter belts that hold the stockings in place, to her rear. She wears a pair of blue silk panties, trimmed with lines of white lace that go over her butt, her furry rump stretching the fabric, seeming to make it bulge. The coon's tongue flicks from his muzzle, running over his lips as he watches. "Mmm.....she's quite the little hottie.....better make my move while she's distracted. And with that, the coon pounces.
She never saw him coming. Her mind was elsewhere. Perhaps on the flower that she was smelling at the time. In any case, she is soon pinned beneath the weight of the coon. She tries to call out for someone, anyone to come and help her, before she feels the coon's grip close around her muzzle, preventing it from opening. She squirms beneath him, letting out a few soft grunts of effort before she hears her assailant speak. "Hold still woman." The coon says in a strong tone. "If you keep moving, I am going to have to hurt you." The fox is not nearly strong enough to fend him off, and she knows this. She has little other choice. Her movements stop. "Good girl. You're coming with me now." The coon lets out a soft chuckle, running a paw up her side. She shudders some at this. From behind his back, the raccoon pulls out a leather cord, and ties her muzzle shut with it. She growls a little in protest, but the coon just laughs. "Ferocious you are not, pretty princess. I must tie your muzzle to ensure that you won't call out, and bring the guards running." The princess' paws and feet are then bound with the same kind of leather cords, and he flings her over his shoulder, giving her butt a soft pat afterward. "Off we go then." He says to her, before heading out toward the woods.
The princess is afraid, and why wouldn't she be? She had no idea who this raccoon was, or what his intentions were. She had never had anything like this happen. She had always thought of herself as safe. Spending her days among her, well, family in the castle. She did not care for them much, but they were, at least, better than this ruffian. She tries to kick at him, but her kicks just make the raccoon chuckle all the more. He speaks to her again. "Oh, don't do that. you might make me drop you, and then I'd have to leave you all alone in the forest. I'm sure you'd make a lovely meal for one of the bears or wolves that live around here." He laughs heartily, the princess stopping her struggling. It was true, she had no experience in forestry. She did not know her way around it, and it was getting dark. All that would come of her being alone here would her getting lost and no one ever hearing from her again. She shivers in fear, but then feels another pat on her butt, this time the coon giving it a firm squeeze. She gasps through her bound muzzle, and the coon grins. "Mmmm.......with an ass like that, I'm not leaving you anywhere."
The forest scenery goes by the princess as she is carried, the compliment of the coon still making her ears burn with a pink blush. The trees all around here are disorienting and she is quickly losing her sense of where she is. That, coupled with the fact that she could not see in the dark, moonless night, made her very nervous. The coon speaks to her as if sensing it. "Don't worry princess, I know these woods like the back of my paw, and can see in this dark as if it were day. We will not be lost. In fact, we are almost to my cabin." If the princess could look forward, she would see a small cabin nestled in a forest clearing ahead. The roof of it is covered with dark brown shingles, and the walls well constructed of stone. It is a durable cabin that was made to stand in that place a long time. At the side of it is a small vegetable garden. It would be obvious that this is the raccoon's home.
Opening the door of the cabin, the coon steps inside with his princess. The main room inside of the cabin has a stone fireplace, a large wooden table, and a few chairs. The chairs are obviously stolen, as they are rather nice, with silk cushions. There is an iron kettle hanging over the fire roaring in the fireplace. It had been left there all day, and there was a stew boiling there. The raccoon walks to his bedroom, and tosses his princess upon the bed, which is stuffed with straw and covered with hand made blankets and a quilt. When the princess lands, her dress billows up slightly, moving above her knees. The coon cannot help but to chuckle, and run his paws over her legs. "Very soft......mmm......may as well let you speak now, since we are out of danger." The coon reaches down and unbinds the fox princess' muzzle.
The princess opens and closes her muzzle a few times. Get some feeling back into her jaw muscles, as they were constricted for so long. After that, however, she says nothing. She just glares at the coon with angry eyes. The coon simply chuckles. "Oh, nothing to say?" He comments.
She is silent for a few more moments, glaring at him with venom in her eyes, before she finally speaks. "I don't like talking to such low lifes...."
The coon laughs some, his tail waving back and forth behind him. "I suppose not all of us can be stuck up, pompous nobility. If we were though, I am sure you would think the world a better place. You think you are so important, but you really aren't."
The fox snarls at him a little. "Better than to be a bunch of thieves and scoundrels."
"Don't speak of me so harshly, my dear. I am your host, after all." He turns from her, his tail swishing slightly as he does, and running along the underside of her muzzle. The sensation is like a wave of silk moving over her, and it makes her shudder in pleasure. "You are probably just cranky because you are hungry. Let me get you something." He walks from the room, gets a bowl of the lamb and vegetable stew from the kettle over the fireplace, and brings it back to her. He unbinds her paws, knowing full well that she will not try to strike him. Even if she did, he could overpower her. He then hands her the bowl. "Eat up, princess." He says princess with a mock regal tone, enjoying mocking her royal status.
The princess sniffs at the meal, then turns up her nose slightly. But then the coon glares at her. She had little choice but to accept his hospitality. She takes a bite, and finds it surprisingly pleasing to the taste. In a rather unladylike fashion, she wolfs the rest of it down, licking her lips afterward. The coon laughs slightly. "I suppose our princess is not so much a lady. See, you are just like the rest of us, underneath all those frills." He flips up the front of her dress. She yelps and smoothes it back down quickly, a furious blush upon her cheeks and inside of her pointed fox ears. This just drives the coon on further. He grins at his princess and advances upon her. He pins her down to the bed, staring into her eyes. He lets out a lusty murr, running his paws up her sides. The fox shivers. "Princess Lucky....you are looking good enough to eat...." He murrs out to her louder. The princess is not surprised that he knows her name. She just frowns at him. The coon mocks being taken aback. "Well, where are my manners. I know you, but you don't know who I even am. You can call me Matt, Matt the raccoon." He gives her a bow while still atop her.
"I'd say it is nice to meet you, Matt, but I would be lying." The princess says to him in an angry tone. She is growing weary of this coon and his mocking of her. Still, it was more attention than she had gotten in a while. At her comment, the coon merely chuckles.
"I think it is nice to meet you, dear fox......." He tells her as his paws run up her dress. She shivers some, trying to push her dress down, to stop his paws, but she could not. "Very nice indeed....." He moves his paws out from under her dress. "But this dress is in the way......." He moves them to her bodice and undoes it, then pulling up on it, he moves it off of her, over her head. She gasps, trying to cover her body with her paws, now only in her lingerie. Her coloring on her belly and chest was white, snowy white. It contrasted her rich red fur well. In the firelight of the cabin, she seemed to glow. In addition to her blue and white lace panties, she wore a bra that matched.
"How dare you remove my dress!" She says to him in an outraged voice. Or at least tries to. Nothing comes out, just a gasp. She did not say the words she wanted to. The coon chuckles to her, moving his paws up to clasp over the cups of her bra, and rub them to her nipples. The princess lets out a deep moan. She had always loved the feel of lace....how it caressed her skin. Probably why every bit of clothing she owned had it. This was new though.....and it felt very nice.
"Our princess seems a bit flat chested..." The coon says with a chuckle. "No boobies yet? You look older than that......" His eyes trail down her form, until he notices something rather.....major. There was a tent in her panties. A sizeable bulge, the outline of a thick sheath and two prominent, round balls. The coon perks a brow, looking up to the princess. He gives the coon a little smile, blushing all the more.
"Heh.......you're the first to find out....." Lucky says softly. The coon moves back a bit.
"Why the charade then, princess?" Matt was curious, genuinely curious, over why the fox would do this.
"I've always dressed as a girl...since I was adopted by the king....I heard he wanted a princess, and was looking for a little girl, since the queen is barren. I wanted so badly to live well, not to be in the orphanage any more......so I found a dress and presented myself before him. I guess I looked right, because the king adopted me....."
The raccoon smirks. "So the king still doesn't know then?"
The fox shakes his head. "No.....he doesn't care much for me anyway though. Once he found out that I wasn't a little bimbo girl that agreed with everything he said, he pretty much just thought of me as an ungrateful wench.....why do you think there were not any guards around when you kidnapped me....." The fox sniffles some. "He wouldn't pay any ransom for me anyway.....once he finds out I'm missing......no one there loves me....I wish sometimes.....sometimes....." Lucky starts to cry. His tears flow freely down his cheeks, running over his red and white fur in furrows.
Matt was surprised, to say the least. He had no idea what Lucky had been feeling. About how he had been rejected. About his life in general. He moves forward a bit, putting a paw on his shoulder. "Lucky......it is ok.....if it means anything, I think you are beautiful. You look.....really good. And you seem to be nice......I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier....I had no idea."
With teary eyes, the fox looks up at Matt. He manages a smile. "Really?" The fox hoped that Matt was sincere. Looking into the coon's jade green eyes, he knew that this was the case. He wraps his arms around Matt's neck, and kisses all over his muzzle. Matt smiles and hugs him closely, snuggling the fox's lingerie clad form into his fur.
"Lucky......I'm glad I could take you away from that place.....You can stay with me all you like......but, let me ask you something.....are you a virgin?"
Lucky blushes deeply. All he can manage is a nod. All the males around the palace were self-absorbed and insufferable. Lucky hated them. Matt seemed sweet and genuine. He hoped that Matt asking of him being a virgin would lead to him losing this status.
It appeared that it was. As soon as lucky nodded, the coon rose from the bed, and stripped down to his fur. His fur was a rich, dark gray, covering his entire form. It was beautiful to behold, making Lucky murr just by looking at it. Matt smiles to him, and climbs back up on the bed, snuggling him closely. "I think I may love you, Lucky......" He says to the fox in his most soothing voice. As he does, his paw moves over Lucky's bulge, starting to firmly rub it. He fondles his balls through the fabric, rubs his sheath, makes the little fox murr and moan for more. "Mmmm....Lucky......these girly clothes fit you well....."
Lucky lets out a little giggle, moving up and kissing Matt deeply. He slides his tongue into Matt's muzzle, teasing Matt's tongue into his. Once it is there, he starts to suckle upon it heavily, swirling his tongue around it, over and over, to drive Matt wild. Drive him wild it did. Lucky opens his eyes to look down at Matt's hardening coonhood, watching his pink tip poke from his sheath first, then the rest of his member grow and harden. It was a sight to behold, and it was making Lucky's bulge grow. He started to throb against his panties, moaning into the kiss to be free of the confinement. Matt seemed to sense this. Reaching down his right paw, he wraps it around Lucky's cock, and starts to rub the lace to it. Lucky murrs louder, breaking the kiss to throw back his head. "Lucky....I'm going to please you......make you feel like you never have before....." Matt says to him softly. Matt pulls down Lucky's panties, freeing his hard cock. He gasps when he feels the cool air upon it. But, he also gasps from Matt's muzzle, which was now in his neckfur, his tongue licking through it passionately.
"Oh Matt, take me......." Lucky moans out. He wanted to feel that thick, hard coonhood pressing inside of him, filling his inner, velvety walls. Throbbing against his ring. He wanted it so bad.
"Who am I to refuse my princess?" Matt murrs back. Lucky feels the coonhood sliding between the cheeks of his rear, rubbing through his soft fur. Matt moans at the feel. "Oh Lucky....your fur is so soft......" Matt says into his neck. Exotic bath oils tended to do that......Lucky cared for his fur well. That was apparent.
As his tip prods against Lucky's ring, Matt feels the fox's body shudder in pleasure. He wanted this so badly. He wraps his arms up around Matt's neck, the coon's muzzle sliding down his chest, and under the left cup of his bra. He draws Lucky's nipple into his mouth, letting it slip between his lips. He suckles on it like a famished pup, nipping it and letting his tongue swirl around it in quick circles. The fox's tail slides to the side, freeing and opening his tail hole for the coon to take advantage of, and take advantage of this he does. He slings Lucky's legs over his shoulders, and slowly slides his cock into the fox's virgin hole. He is sure to do it slowly, so as not to hurt his love. Letting bit by bit of his thick, throbbing coonhood enter his princess. He shudders at the tight feel, Lucky growling in delight as he does. Soon, all of the coonhood is within his princess. The length running back and forth against the fox's velvety inner walls. The feel was beautiful, wonderful, the coon never having felt anything this good wrapped around his cock. He murrs to lucky between laps to his nipple. "Mmm....I'm going to tie with you, my princess....."
Before Lucky is even able to ask about tying, he feels the coon force his knot into the fox's hole. Lucky gasps, murring out loudly to his coon. "Rrrrrrr......oh Matt!" The fox involuntarily thrusting into the air.
Matt watches this, his knot swelling into his fox, tying him to his lover. The knot spreads Lucky's ring, stretching him, making him feel a torrent of pleasure, that was about to get even larger. The poor fox's cock....all lonely, thrusting into the air. Matt just had to remedy that. He leans down, licking at Lucky's head, making the fox cry out in delight. He puts his lips around the head, and thrusts his muzzle down, taking in Lucky's entire length inside of his muzzle, and suckling on it like mad. Lucky moans and thrusts, fucking Matt's muzzle with zeal, squirting his fox pre onto Matt's tongue. Matt murrs at the taste. It was sweet, sweet but at the same time full of fox musk, which was as enchanting to taste as it was to smell. Matt sucks on him passionately, wanting to milk him, to taste his cum. "MMmmmmmmmrrrrrrr....." Matt growls into Lucky's cock. While he does this, he adds even more joy to lucky, his right paw running up Lucky's stocking clad thigh, and squeezing his balls, fondling them happily.
Lucky felt overwhelmed. This deluge of pleasure was overwhelming his senses. The firm coonhood nestled in his ass, coupled with the coon's paws fondling his balls and the coon's muzzle sucking his foxhood, is driving him to his orgasm, and oh, what an orgasm he has. He tilts back his head, howling as a fox does, and squirts load after sticky load of fox cum into the coon's muzzle. Matt murrs at the taste, and swallows it down like candy, his tongue swirling around his cock over and over to milk as much of it from the fox as he could. The taste was enough to bring Matt to orgasm as well. His muscles all tense, his cock convulsing in Lucky. The fox feels it start to throb, to pulse, and the feels the ropes of cum filling him. He murrs in delight, his ears folding back as he feels the wet, hot coon cum filling his insides. "mmm......Matt.....I love you."
"I love you too.....Lucky....my princess......" Both the lovers spend, Matt lets Lucky's legs down, and falls upon him, snuggling onto his chest, his cock still tied to the fox. "That was wonderful....."
"Indeed......thank you Matt......can I really stay here......with you?" Andy asked in a pleading tone. It seemed to good to be true. Someone finally loving him, loving him for who he was. Matt looks up into his eyes. The coon's jade orbs filled with caring and understanding.
"Of course you can Lucky.....now hold still." Lucky was about to ask why when Matt pulls out of him, his knot coming out with a pop, and then followed by the rest of the coon's cock. Lucky gasps in pleasure, the afterglow washing over him. Soon, both lovers are asleep.
Matt awakes several hours later and finds Lucky gone. Paniced, he leaps from the bed and runs to the main room. What he finds, however, is Lucky, standing there in a red dress and smiling widely. He has a number of bags with him. He gives Matt a curtsey. "Hello there my dear. I just gathered up some things of mine, all my favorite dresses, bath oils, and undergarments. I snuck them away from the castle, and brought them to my new home." He grins. "Even faked my death....left some blood of a chicken and some of my hairs on the grounds."
Matt chuckles. "I knew you were clever, but that is really clever....." He opens his arms, and Lucky leaps into them, kissing him upon his lips passionately. When they break the kiss, Matt smiles to him warmly. "Come then, my princess. Let us celebrate your new kingdom, the kingdom of my home and this forest.....by spending all day....in bed...."
Lucky giggles some, licking Matt's cheek. "Only if you promise to be the one to wear my dresses and lingerie too. After all, you need to be pampered as well."
Matt's entire demeanor seems to lift a couple of notches. "Lucky, I would be honored to be girly for you....." He gives Lucky a passionate kiss, and a slap on the ass. "But I will be your princess another day, come now my dear." And with that, they disappear into the bedroom. This happy day followed by many, many more of love, yiff, and beautiful dresses.