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Court politics. Nothing hits closer to home. The grand and virile Prince Ryoga Miscon wiped his silver and alabaster brow as he exited the council chambers before replacing the circlet on his proud head. He needed the lower council members to work out the minutiae before he went mad. The last session had dragged to a crawl, and their original arguments had been nearly forgotten.

"Raschid," he barked, snapping his fingers as he saw the new Jahaliyan librarian cross his path, his slender fennec body outfitted in a tight harness that put his prominent package on display. Ryoga made a note that he must fuck this beauty in the future. "Send for Ruk and let him know I'll be taking an expedition to the Myscindyr Territory to map out the area ... and clear my head. Tell me, are you any good at cartography?" he asked, craning his head to admire the fennec's svelte rump.

"M'lord!" Raschid responded, a little too sudden for the prince's taste. "That area's off the books; potentially very dangerous. What would our gracious queen--your mother--say?"

"You would speak for her, newcomer?" the prince wolf growled, his hackles bristling under his gorgeous crimson silk cape. "I'll talk to her directly."

Ryoga got his expedition after all--but only after agreeing to have ranger Ruk, Ryoga's harem , their male lovers, Tarreg the winged wolftaur, Sylvia and Horace, and finally Majordomo John and Lydra in his company. His mother was right to insist on such protection--the Poacher Queen's recent activity demanded it--but Prince Miscon was none too pleased nonetheless.

There was a happy moment when Ruk joined them at the border of Myscindyr: he brought along tigress Nell, who had volunteered to be his first tutor following their first meeting. She'd turned from Jahaliyan slut to perfect jungle girl. A necklace of saber teeth rested atop her voluptuous breasts, her fur had grown out, and she wore only an arm band for her knife.

The Jahaliyan males grew hard at the sight of their long friend turned tribal. She was a jungle fantasy come true: one that the males and many of the women were imagining right now. Ruk was having the same reaction at the sight of Ryoga and his harem: that sexy male and his muscular, curvaceous coterie made his massive shaft spring to life.

"Remember how Perditia fucked?" John whispered to Lydra as he elbowed her, "I bet Nell's twice the beast she is."

John's panther lover quickly shushed him, moistness gathering between her legs as she stared at Ruk's generous pects and the barbed monster hanging out in space before him.

"Now that we're all acquainted..." the Prince said, wildly blushing as he reached back and squeezed harem skunk Tina's pussy mound for support. "Let us proceed until dusk and make camp."

Ryoga was already balls-deep in Tina and muzzle-deep in harem rabbit Eleanor when they found the campground, so Sylvia clapped her paws twice to shift the rest of the group's attention back to her as her wolf prince passionately fucked two of his harem warriors.

"Ah, royal prerogative," she said off-the-paw in her schoolmistress tone. "We need to pitch some tents--stifle your giggles, _John and Tarreg--_and we need a latrine dug."

"What so funny 'pitch tent?'" Ruk asked his tigress lover, who was grinning and biting her lip, "We take tentcloth and then shove our big, hard poles--"

Nell lost her composure and bawled on the ground, wracked with laughter. Lioness Sylvia put on a predatory smile, clapping her paws together.

"Thank you Nell for volunteering so kindly."

"What?!" Nell balked, jumping up to all fours.

"Someone's immature," John chuckled, sending Tarreg into snorts.

"And there's my second volunteer!" Sylvia called out to John.

"What?!" mouse John objected. "Might I remind you I'm a Majordo--"

"And that makes your sacrifice all the more noble," Sylvia interrupted. "It'll be like your lawncare days back at the prep school! Off with you dears."

"Look at the bright side," Nell said as she hefted a large shovel-full of dirt out to the side, "least we're shoveling it before it's used."

John was behind her and shovelling much more slowly. His eyes were fixed on the jungle-cat's firm, bulbous rump and the sumptuous hint of slick, moist pink hidden under it.

"Before what's used, now?" he asked.

Nell looked back. John 's thick cock was on full display, bouncing with every movement of his. The tigress blushed and then threw a scoop of dirt at him, hitting him in the chest.

"We've only been here a half-day and you've already caught jungle fever," she said, smirking. "Not that I mind. Latrine first, though!" she said as he shrugged with his shovel . "This isn't Jahaliya. We don't know a lot about the land. Don't know what's out th--"

Kerchunk

_ _ Nell's shovel clanged against something hard.

"Like bedrock!" the jungle tigress growled. "Ruk and I had some of this in his land; we're boned unless we can find a soft spot..." she said as she knelt down, brushing away the dirt. The surface was frigid and a whiteish blue once exposed. The pads on Nell's fingers began to stick, so she pulled her paw back.

The ground felt frozen in this tropical jungle. The tigress tossed her shovel aside and turned to the Majordomo, beckoning him over.

"John, will you feel this and tell me I'm not crazy?" she asked.

The mouse did as requested, tapping his paw to the ice and peeling it off when it stuck. The air above him was sultry, humid, hot--the ground below him was arctic.

"Permafrost...in a jungle. Permafrost...in a..." John squeaked and caught his cock before it swung down and stuck on the ice. He stood thusly, keeping his fleshy bits away from the floor. Sparks flew from his paw, and Nell was reminded of his other ability. The tigress smiled and stared at him. John didn't see it.

"How is that possible?" the fire-mage asked, paw to his brow, thumb to his temple.

"I don't know; you're the wizard." Nell smirked, crossing her arms under her pert breasts, pushing them up before John. The mouse's eyes began to glow, his lust building.

"Fire-mage, think you can work your magic? We still need a latrine." she asked.

"I, ah...think I really got that jungle fever," he stammered, his cock flaring, his paws sparking as Nell knelt before him, taking his shaft in her paws, kissing the plush head before leaning off, pulling at his length. "Just tell me when it starts to smoke...then I'll stroke harder," she growled lustily, light groans escaping her as the grassy bed beneath tickled her tender folds.

John stood at attention and so did his cock, the mouse grunting and moaning as fire sparked, flared, and caught in his paws. He put his arms forward and steepled his fingers, forming a nozzle, and started leaking fire as down below, pre squirted from his cock onto Nell's forearms.

"Arrrrgh yes!" the muscular mouse howled as fire and cum sprayed from his body, one flying into the grass and the other spraying into the icy ditch, the fire melting the permafrost layer into a pool of water that mixed in with the loose dirt.

The tigress dragged her raspy tongue over her sticky forearm as John stumbled in his boots, cock drooping and leaking. The ditch looked rather good: the water could help with sanitation.

"Aaaaugh!" they heard in the distance, a rustling and panting suddenly drawing nearer. They'd been lost in their lust so much that they'd not noticed the rustling before...

A large-breasted bunny burst from the foliage in a great hurry, a tattered nightgown framing her naked body. She fell right into their wet ditch and was immediately soaked. Thankful she'd fell in before the latrine had seen any use, Nell knelt down and pulled the bunny free, only to see John's erection renewed and a thin aura of flame hovering around his body.

"Ready already?" Nell giggled as she splashed water at the fire-mage.

"I need a man!" the bunny cried out, waking from her daze.

John was stunned at her ostensibly naked form, aroused at this femme on the brink of losing all her clothes. Before the tigress could react, the bunny burst from her grasp and latched onto the mouse man's leg. "You have to help us!" she gasped.

Amused, put off, and confused, Nell peeled her off John and pulled her up.

The reason for her alarm came quick: in the distance they heard the approaching hoofbeats of her pursuers. His flames guttering in light of the apparent danger, John nonetheless summoned what he could into his paws and waved back towards camp, unsure if he could sustain it. Nonetheless, he was Ryoga's Majordomo and he had a duty to perform.

"Get her to safety; I'll hold them off!"

"Your lust is flagging; I'm good with a shovel!" Nell objected, reaching for the gardening tool.

"I said go!" John roared, summoning his courage in place of lust.

The tigress fled with the bunny, carrying her like a sack of flour as her pursuers burst similarly from the foliage. One fell into the latrine ditch and the others stood poised with their swords.

They were buxom, muscular Amazons of many tropical mammalian varieties. John's lust flames flashed as though he were splashed with lamp oil, forming a fireball sheath around him. The Amazon warriors backed up, their swords brandished. John was a fan of the naked body, but the Amazons' armor was intoxicating: their bodies were tightly clad in two varieties. They wore either a skimpy loincloth and a brassiere of molded hands clasping their voluptuous mounds, or a set of four golden saucers placed over their peaks: two for their breasts and two for their rump cheeks, with a golden strip placed exactly over the pussy. The one in the ditch, a jaguar femme with one breast falling out of her clawed-hand bra, put on a predatory grin.

John saw the water rise around her a moment before it was too late. They had brought a water-mage.

The Majordomo motioned to summon a firespout against her, but he was too slow. All the muddy water from the ditch hit him like a concrete wall and he fell over, doused and steaming, his erection lying against his wet abs. His concentration broken, the Amazons surrounded him and tied him up. The water-mage slammed a band onto his forehead and John immediately felt his powers censured.

A power limiter; these Amazons had come prepared!

Another Amazon, a lemur, gave a sharp whistle and a riding beast caught up to them. They tossed John's bound form over its back and disappeared back into the jungle.

Seeing all this in hiding and helpless to intervene, Nell waited until they left and then guided the girl back to camp. She hoped, with an annoyed prickling of her fur, that the bunny could be of some use in tracking down those warriors: they were no nomads.

Ryoga greeted them refreshed and his fur preened, a scowl on his muzzle when they emerged from the brush. "You return soaked, bedraggled, without John, and with a stranger. What happened?"

Nell relayed the tale to him as their camp gathered around. Ryoga held off any criticisms with his paw and responded in a collected military manner. "Our mission is now defined. If they have a water-mage, they have a temple. If they have a temple, they have a city."

"Sound like Amazon from book," Ruk opined. A chill spread throughout the camp.

"We've dealt with stranger myths," the Prince agreed, then motioned to Natasha and the wolftaur. "Take Tarreg to the air to see if you can find John's kidnappers; if there's a straggler please take her alive for questioning."

The order was carried out in a flash of equipment clattering and wings flapping, and the bunny stranger could hardly notice them for the daze that had long wracked her body. Her torn nightgown sparkled over her damp fur as in ecstasy she beheld this male, handsome and hung, carrying himself so regally. She then suddenly worried, as she looked around at all these females holding weapons and standing so close to him, their tits and pussies bare, if this wolf was merely the Queen's prisoner, and this was a cruel joke the Queen's Warriors were playing to punish her, hovering their assets so close to this male's endowment. It drove her into a maddening lust, and her knees trembled as her inner thighs grew moist.

The nightgown sparked against her neck, tormenting her as her bare nipples grew painfully erect. Everyone was practically naked: she could see other males in the back row, standing freely without shackles or bindings, cocks on display. They all curiously looked on, and at the sight of her arousal had become erect themselves. The bunny stumbled forward, falling to her knees, and Sylvia ran ahead of Ryoga to catch the femme, who collapsed against her breasts.

"Our Queen has hidden an entire legion from me; you naked charlatans drain me to the point of sexual starvation--far outside the means of lust any sentient being must suffer," she said, tugging at her collar, which shocked her paw and by proximity, the lioness's abs, "I need a man!" she shrieked, Sylvia struggling to hold her upright, looking confusedly back at Ryoga and her Jahaliyan audience.

"How dare you would speak out against Queen Malva!" Max called out. A normally meek creature, this rabbit pushed around his lover Eleanor and stood out in the clearing around Ryoga, Sylvia, and this stranger.

"Who?" the bunny drunkenly asked.

"Hold your tongue behind your buckteeth, son," Lydra said as she strode out, placing her paw on his shoulder. "Do you see the glamour of that garment?"

"It shocked me, Lydra," Sylvia said, loosening her grip as the bunny fought her.

"It's an enchantment, all right," the panther said contemplatively, resting her finger across her lip as her nipple poked into her forearm.

"Our Queen's spite for me will never be satiated! You parade your male prisoners about, pretending it's for their pleasure ... when all we do is capture them, breed them, and discard them!" she growled, falling to the ground once more, her clit throbbing as her femmesex swelled, tail wagging like mad.

"What a horrible way of life," Sylvia remarked.

"Sound Amazon to me," Ruk said.

"She thinks we're sent by her Queen," Ryoga thought aloud, rabbits on the mind now that he could explicitly see the sex-charged bodies of this newcomer, the adorable Max with his meaty phallus, and ...

"Eleanor!" he said with a snap of his fingers. "Would you please suck my cock?"

The bunny sprang past her rabbit lover and slid to her knees, grinning and looking back at this stranger, who looked on with shock and awe.

"It is all a ruse..." the stranger said.

Eleanor shrugged and put her mouth around Ryoga's shaft, cradling his large wolf sac with one paw as she pleasured this male right in front of her. The stranger moaned, body trembling, but when she reached back to rub her clit her nightgown shocked her and she collapsed on the ground, staring on at the lusty display.

The wolf prince looked at her with determination, his paw atop Eleanor's head as her wet, velvety mouth enveloped his meaty shaft, his knot fully formed as her lips moved up and down its length. Eleanor's other paw reached behind his sac and teased his tailhole, causing the wolf's hackles to rise as he squirted pre into her mouth. The bunny's nightgown sparked outwards in protest, the fabric shimmering.

"This is powerful magic, a perversion of a stamina spell," Horace said to Lydra, the two collaborating their arcane knowledge. "The best way to beat it is to overload it."

"How do you do that?" the panther asked, shivering as she turned to the bear, her own arousal pulsing with every step. Horace's own cock was fully erect, dripping pre along its underbelly.

"We just need an exceptional lover," the bear returned, his eyes searching the group. "The best of the best."

Lydra's eyes went wide, and Horace nodded.

"Max," they both said.

Eleanor had transitioned to nuzzling and licking Ryoga's sac while stroking his wet length. The bunny before them had struggled to her knees, tugging at her torn nightgown as it argued against her. Lydra and Horace told Max their plan, who quickly blushed and shook his head. Sylvia joined their group.

"Max, you mustn't let your shyness rule you," she said, her schoolmistress candor returning, " a bright young boy with enormous potential. If you would look upon your lover, she is administering, with her prince, the duties called upon them both. Look how she sucks his cock, and look how he resists his orgasm to extend their pleasure. Oh! And she puts her finger up his ass again."

"Madam, I can't," the adorable bunny said, knotting his paws behind him.

"Nonsense!" the lioness returned, turning him around by the shoulders and pushing him out into the field. "You want to fuck her, right?"

"In front of everyone?"

She spanked him with a good thwap of her paw.

"Answer the question! Do you want to fuck her?"

"Y-yes..." he stammered, now standing in front of her. "Can... you help?"

"I..." the lioness paused, and then blushed as she felt her own femmesex tingle. She reached down and stroked her mound contemplatively. "Of course, dear. I'm the Harem Matron, after all. Let us both see that our young woman is properly pleasured."

Once I had rejected any and all prurience before marriage, she thought. Now I'm helping this young man fuck a lady he's just met ... in front of his peers and cohorts!

In a way, however, it made sense to her.

After all, I was born to teach.

Sylvia could not help but reach around her young ward and stroke his abs and chest, squeezing his pectoral as the two walked up to the bunny, who was musky with arousal and panting as her nightgown drew her to the point of orgasm, then firmly blocked it with a sudden jolt.

"Ask the young lady," the lioness whispered, tweaking the rabbit's nipple. His tail thrummed against her muscular stomach, she a foot taller than him and his floppy ears.His rump could feel the heat emanating from his mentor's pussy. "If she'd like to fuck."

"Um, hi," he said, kneeling in front of the femme. His thick rabbit shaft lay on the ground in front of her, making her eyes bulge. "I'm Max from Jahaliya. I couldn't help but notice..."

"Is that your cock?" the rabbit said as she scanned its enormous length.

Max's blush grew worse. Sylvia grinned behind him.

"Uh, yeah! That's--"

"Are you any good with it?" she grunted, her femme juices trickling down her legs.

"He's sexually superlative. A phallic paragon," Sylvia said, smiling.

"They say I can break your spell if I overload it ... I really want to fuck you."

The bunny before him trembled, and she had to think, her mind swimming in magic, arousal, and pain. Finally, she raised her head. "So be it," she said, finding renewed vigor as she looked past them, watching Eleanor suck ravenously on Ryoga's cock, the wolf now on his back grunting and groaning, clawing at the grass.

"Fuck me," she said.

"Sylvia?" Max asked.

With the lioness' guidance, her heavy breasts squishing against the back of his neck, Max lay the bunny on her back, her nightgown laying around her naked body and sparking, and spread her legs, revealing her soft pink pussy lips that were moist and lubricated. He carefully angled his massive cock against her slick cunny and moaned as the bunny pushed back against him, taking the thick head into her body with a long, low whine and reaching for him, pulling him in as Sylvia held onto his hips and guided his pace, watching with hot lust as her pupil's cock spread the bunny's femmesex wide and filled her.

Soon, the two before Sylvia launched into a passionate rhythm, the bunny below him wrapping her legs around his neck as he pounded into her, bracing herself against the ground as her nightgown sparked in protest, glowing as Max plunged into her. Sylvia detached herself as Max soon found his lust, she stepping back and watching appreciatively as the two rabbits went at each other with astonishing force. Max hammered his heavy meat into her again and again, and this rabbit, surprisingly inexperienced, took it all in stride with the bittersweet help of her magic gown.

"So this is a cock, this is what my Queen has kept from me! I want it all, Max from Jahaliya; give it to me!"

Max could only moan in response, all thoughts and energy directed to his hips, driving him like a mad bull.

"Look at them go!" Lydra exclaimed.

"Max fuck good. Almost good as Ruk," the ranger said haughtily.

"Keep going, Max! Keep a rhythm, it's okay to slow down, and rub the clit! See if you can make her cum first!" Sylvia advised.

Ryoga and Eleanor were busy on their own, the warrior slut teasing her prince by tracing her buckteeth over his length. She was edging him mercilessly.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" the bunny groaned, and locked her legs around Max as her insides suddenly jolted and writhed, pulling at the massive cock buried inside her as juices soaked the inside of their connected hips. Her nightgown flashed and blazed, sending sparks everywhere as it suddenly went limp, losing its luster.

"That's it, my proud Jahaliyan! Make your prince hrk--" Ryoga's head slammed back against the ground as Eleanor pulled his cock into her mouth and squeezed his balls. The wolf sprayed into her and, her muzzle failing to contain it, all over her face as she coughed and sputtered, soaking his thighs in thick, hot cum.

Max's shout came out an incoherent babble of syllables, and he buried his face into the bunny's breasts as he exploded inside her, mixing his own juices with hers as it filled her up and leaked out onto them.

There was a loud roar of applause, headed by Sylvia as she fervently clapped.

"What a lovely fucker you are, Max! A sterling performance, bordering on transcendent!"

"Max great! Max great!" Ruk began chanting, and the rest of the Jahaliyans joined in with his grammatically spurious cheers.

When the bunny's legs loosened around him, Max rolled out onto his back, cock pulling out with a loud shlurp and spurting residually, still impressively swollen but pliable, arcing prominently down to his chest, leaking.

"I'm free..." the bunny said, standing slowly, her legs wobbling for an all new reason. She was a mess from the waist down, and there were quite a few blushing, aroused people in the audience.

"I've not known such clarity of mind for a long time," she said, pulling her headfur and her ears back with a long sweep of her paws. "Jahaliya ... you're Jahaliyans," she said to her onlookers. "Happy women with their bodies free to the air, free men with grand smiles on your faces and even larger...." she stopped herself as she blushed.

Ryoga stood up, his own cock swinging and semi-erect as he walked towards her. "I am the Prince of Jahaliya, Ryoga Miscon," he said with a polite bow. "If you would allow my Harem Matron Sylvia, who's so delightfully helped you and Max with that evil gown, might I afterwards ask you a few questions?"

"Of course," the bunny said, grabbing the sides of her neutered gown and curtsying in return. "I am General of the Amazon army of Myscindyr. And still am," she added as a wave of gasps went about her audience. "And I have a lot I should tell you, provided I have your protection."

Prince Miscon grew militant in the breadth of a moment. The hot, humid air left dew on his brow. "Normally I would be hesitant to shelter one so quick to switch sides, especially since you hold such a high rank. Considering, however, that perverted spell you were under--lust is a natural gift, not an intoxicant or spell--I understand why you would want to defect."

Sylvia clapped her paws, calling the camp's attention to her.

"Pleasure is over, Jahaliyans! Time for business."

Natasha and Tarreg soon came under the fire of arrows and had to turn back, the winged wolftaur ably dodging their volleys as he swooped through the air. "Easy, Pegasus!" Natasha yowled as she held onto his mane, clamping her legs around him as he performed a barrel roll and a hairpin turn. The arrows had come out of the thick foliage from below, too thick to ably see their attackers, and it was impossible to discern whether it was the group that had taken John or another patrol altogether.

"We have to warn the others," he said as he took a zig-zagging route back to camp, losing them with his incoherent flight pattern. "They'll be searching for a group once word gets back about the latrine ditch."

"The Queen has gone mad," the General said as she tugged on her nightgown, framing her pert breasts and curvaceous form. Ryoga looked upon her with royal admiration and a tingling arousal that had his cock out of its sheath, but not full. She was sexy and serious at the same time.

Fantastic attributes, he thought.

"You said that she stripped you of your name and title, but still demanded you serve out your rank?"

"Yes," she answered, nodding graciously as Sylvia entered Ryoga's war tent and served them both a cup of herbal tea. The herbs themselves came from Jahaliya's lush gardens, and were calming in ways she didn't think possible. It quickly refreshed the General's tired, but clear, mind. "Oh, this is fantastic. Yes, and forced to wear this puritanically modest gown imbued with its tormenting spells. It was to psychologically cripple me until I found a crazed, incoherent death."

"The bitch herself seems crazed and incoherent," Ryoga opined, tea cradled under his muzzle.

"She is. She's plagued with a poison that's turned us from man-killing savages to crazy man-killing savages. We were to enter into a trade agreement with the Perslamans for their incredible silk, but the Perslaman messenger was male and so we captured him, my warriors bred with him, and then killed him. The trade failed. Then they blamed me for not warning Perslamus ahead of time."

Her eyes went to a shiny royal banner that hung behind Ryoga's chair. It was made of Perslaman Silk.

"I see Jahaliya succeeded where Myscindyr failed."

"Perslamus wouldn't have sent a woman. They treat women almost as poorly as Myscindyr treats men. Fortune and Goddess favor those who prize Her creations equally."

The General hung her head. "I was part of a savage tribe; I was so wrong.."

"Goddess also bestows redemption to the remorseful," he commented, then set his cup down and leaned forward in his seat, cock falling onto the chair's edge between his legs. The wolf looked the General straight in the eye, his face stone serious. "We can protect you but we need to recover our Majordomo, your prisoner. You will tell me everything we need to know."

"I..." the rabbit began, stunned by the blunt force of the Prince's will. "I was going to anyway, but I better understand the gravity of our situation."

This was the type of leader the rabbit had once aspired to become. And the hunger in his eyes, the stiffness of his form, the ... magnificence of the protuberance between his legs ... was the type of lover she one day hoped to possess.

Ryoga promptly stood, finished his tea, and walked past her, exiting his tent. She promptly followed.

Natasha and Tarreg landed before them as the General resumed briefing Ryoga about the Myscindyr Amazons' situation. The two spoke about the volley of arrows and their concern about the patrols, and the General confirmed all this in a few sad sentences.

"Your suspicions are correct," she sighed, "Once they get wind of this encampment they'll charge in with their nets, sleep darts, and lassos to take the younger males back to Myscindyr. I don't know what they'd do to the older ones, like you and your Harem Matron's lover, sire," she said to Ryoga, indicating Horace..

Nell quickly butted in as their group started to grow, speaking frantically.

"We have to get John! Now!"

Ryoga, maintaining his stone cold expression, held up a paw. "Blindly chasing them would put everyone at risk. We don't know this territory and our enemy does."

"This land unfamiliar. Frost under ground, heat in air."

Nell was not satiated.

"But what will they do to John in the mean-time?! How would they react to a fire-mage?"

The Prince had to step between her and the General before things got ugly.

"The Queen's tribe is savage, but they're not stupid. Despite the Queen herself. They'll want to keep him around because he's a man, and even longer because he's a mage. He'll be a valuable asset to keep alive and reasonably fit, even if it does mean some torture and very rough sex in the mean-time."

"John's got a will of steel. He'll survive," Sylvia commented, joining the group.

Nell had began to calm down, and Ruk took to massaging her shoulders, whispering his broken English into her ear. He made her giggle, then turned to the General.

"What make frost in hot jungle?" he asked.

The General rolled her eyes and stepped out from behind Ryoga, putting her hands on her bare hips, her nightgown fanning out like a cape. "When I say the Queen has gone mad, I truly mean it. We used to be a smart tribe of man-killing savages, but now the Queen is savage and crazy. Her rage streak is bigger than all your cocks put together." She licked her lips at the thought, and ran her fingers along Ryoga's length as she continued. The Prince glared at her, but murred in his throat.

"Do you know the Poacher Queen?" she asked him, taking the chance to wrap her paw around his cock and finger the underside. Hateful fire burned in Ryoga's eyes, but pre still dribbled from the tip of his phallus.

"A blight to all of Goddess's creatures, feral and sentient," he snarled.

She held on to his cock and began to casually milk it, turning to her audience while masturbating their Prince. Everyone was enraged and aroused.

The General grinned at her skillful machinations, and continued. "My Queen was poisoned by the Poacher Queen, a psycho-drug she generally uses on ferocious predators. A game that evil bitch plays."

"Which evil bitch?" Ryoga guttered, his hips reflexively thrusting into her paw. The other males in the group were getting hard, and Ruk began dragging his thick cougar cock up and down the cleft of Nell's buttocks.

The General snorted amusedly, gave Ryoga's cock a long hard squeeze, then continued over him as he groaned. "Just as we were denied Perslamus, the Poacher Queen was denied Myscindyr. Poisoned by this psychotic stimulant, our Queen went mad and cast a spell of permafrost to slowly kill our land, convinced in her insane mind that 'The Poacher Queen can't have our land and neither can anyone else!'"

"By the Goddess!" Ryoga gasped, jets of cum squirting past the bunny and hitting Sylvia on the leg. The General grinned mischievously and brought her sticky paw to her muzzle, licking the sweet substance off as the Jahaliyans began to chatter, the males rock hard and the females moist and engorged.

They tore his harness with enough force to leave welts against his body as it snapped off him with a leathery crack. They ripped his boots off and then threw in his face, their hard soles striking him and dazing him. They stole his sword and held his cape aloft, using the blade to rend the Jahaliyan regalia before his own eyes, bringing John to tears. Then they bent him over and whipped his rump with the flat of the blade until it turned red hot under his fur and his tears ran freely, and then finally bound him up and led him by leash and collar into the central courtyard of Myscindrya, their hidden Amazon city.

The stones were built high in the shape of pyramids and canals, with religious figures such as mystical snakes, mythical birds, and angry wolf goddesses cut into the rock and glaring outward.

A lusty Amazonian warrior, the jaguar water-mage from earlier, reached out to grope John's plump sheath and was immediately chastised with a slap on her wrist. She tried to tuck her breast into her brassiere, now broken, but it fell out again.

In front of him and his captors lay the vaulted throne of the Amazon Queen of Myscindrya, upon which sat a tall, muscled snow leopard whose fur was shorn short for the climate of her tribe. Her tail maintained all of its bulk and fur. Immediately it became clear to John who had cast the powerful permafrost magic. The queen had ice-cold eyes that glowed in the dark recesses of her tall throne, and when she stood the daunting stature of her body became clear. She wore a tight yellow loincloth that started exactly where her pussy began, with grand gold banners hanging from her hip-straps to frame her lower body. Above she wore a wide set of black pauldrons atop broad shoulders, easily spanning eight feet across. From them flowed behind her a cape of shiny gold satin, and atop her large tapered head rested a crown of feathers taken from sacred birds. She held aloft a polearm easily ten feet tall that ended in a large metal blade. Thanks to her feathered headdress, she was as tall as her massive weapon.

"Present me the prisoner of Myscindrya!" she bellowed out to her tribe. At least fifty Amazonian warriors, all tropical mammals except for her, lined the graded steps on either side of this courtyard. "What have you brought for your Immortal Queen?"

"A Jahaliyan warrior, my feminine grace!" the water-mage called out, stepping out before them as her lackeys tugged on John's leash, choking him as he stood. Her breast once more fell from its molded-claws cup: her raiment had been damaged when she plunged into the ditch. She compensated for this "insult" by shouting louder. "And a fire-mage! He should prove to be a most excellent slave!"

The Queen frowned as the jaguar's breast was bared. It was an insult to her and her culture, and had this gift not been so grand..."Very well!" she proclaimed, then turned her head to John with a most sadistic sneer. She banged the butt of her polearm on the stone.

"Fire mage! You will show your new Queen your abilities! Or you will die from the blight of your masquerade."

"Are you ... aware of how my powers work?" he asked.

"They will work or you will die!" she shouted, her voice echoing around the room. It had the power of Prince Ryoga's voice, but none of his careful cadence. The Queen was a brute.

A tall ocelot Amazonian wearing black saucers over her breasts and her rump cheeks appeared within John's view, and behind her followed four Amazons pushing a wheeled wooden platform upon which stood two posts with manacles hanging from them: they were going to chain him to this rack spreadeagle. He remembered these punishments from scrolls that Lydra would show to him.

In the presence of so many spears, polearms, and bows, John knew not to fight--especially now that fear was washing out any chance of arousal to power him--and closed his eyes against a hot font of tears that readily rolled down the sides of his muzzle. In another context, the jaguar and her constantly failing brassiere would be delightfully sexy, enough on its own to power a rather formidable erection, but not here. As he was dragged past her, he lunged out and kissed her bare breast, tonguing her nipple until they wrenched him off, the jaguar growling with a hint of lust in her voice.

That gave him a smolder, but the jaguar was quickly pulled back and ordered to repair her clothes. The Queen narrowed her eyes at the sight, seeing his powers spark. Thoughts raced through her head in a shock of sobriety.

"Are your powers fueled by sexual arousal?" she called out.

"They are!" John called out. "It's the only way!"

"No pleasure to a man! No pleasure for a slave!" she screeched, rage and poison consuming her. "You will conjure by pain, or you will die!"

Goddess help me!

They chained him standing up, legs spread far apart and arms out to his sides. They lifted his mouse tail and chained it to the back of his neck, exposing his rump and leaving the fleshy appendage in line with his back. In his mouth they shoved a ball gag, and he was stretched out like a sheet of leather. John heard the supersonic whirr of a whip slice through the air. The tip cracked against his back and burned his body with pain, the savage bite spreading through all parts of his body.

John let out an animal shriek of agony around his gag.

Unto my will, a fetish manifest...

John's ears perked at the sudden voice--it was a thought in his head, but it wasn't his own. He frantically searched for the source, but was interrupted by another savage crack of the whip, and screamed again into his gag.

No scars under my service ... this torture ... a delight ...

It was a female's voice, one almost ethereal and crystal clear in his ears. The Amazons didn't seem to hear it. Did one of Sylvia's girls learn telepathy?

The whip cracked again, striking his tail directly and sending an all new sense of pain rippling up and down his body, making his toes grow numb and his eyes temporarily blind. He felt his bladder grow weak.

Unto my service, my disciples come to reclaim you ... never forget you are loved ...

The answer nested in the back of his mind, and the rest of it raced to reclaim it and make it real. He knew who this was, he was sure of it! But he'd never heard the voice before ... not explicitly; could it actually be ...?

The whip struck him again and pain sizzled over him again: his fingertips felt like raw meat; it was like a knife stabbed in his back! Two sensations came to him groggily, and then were frighteningly real: a cold liquid ran down his back--he was bleeding--and a warm one ran down his legs, pooling at his feet. He was openly urinating, and saw no point in stopping it once it was splashing at his ankles.

Long in your faith you have aroused me ... now be aroused in your time of peril ...

The next strike of the whip cracked down his back and against his left buttock. Once again the sensation echoed through his body, claiming his nerves in a mass shockwave, and ... it felt amazing. His wound quietly closed itself up, and his cock became rock hard, sending the last jet of piss arcing off at one of the Amazons. It hit her in the chest. John began to glow red hot, cold black manacles sharply contrasting against his luminescent fur.

The ocelot behind him, adjusting her gloves and her grip on the whip, stop and walked around him, seeing his hefty mouse cock on display. Having experienced masochists before, she narrowed her eyes and sneered at him. "You're actually enjoying this, man-scum?" she taunted, snapping her fingers at one of her assistance. "Perhaps I'm not hitting you hard enough." Her assistant returned with a cat-o-nine tails with severe leather tips. She lashed out at his leg and struck him in the stomach, the thigh, and his sac, and this just made him burn hotter. From his shaft, fully erect and stunning the ocelot's assistants with its size, fell drops of glowing precum.

The Queen bashed the stone floor with the butt of her polearm. "Emasculate the heretic! He is making a fool of you!" she bellowed.

The ocelot shrieked with every one of her strikes. The whips lay across his body in stinging, cutting streaks, the leather sizzling as they struck his red-hot form, and to John they were electric strikes, his fur standing on edge as his lust burned hotter and hotter, his body starting to change from red to blue flame. The ball gag melted in John's mouth and he spat it out in front of her, grinning in defiance.

This served to further enrage the ocelot, her voice shattering in her throat as she swung against him again and again, stamping his form, back and front, tearing his fur, scoring his scalp, until soon John's manacles were glowing with heat and her whip stuck to his body, and then burned up. Fire was spreading under John's feet: the wood had caught flame. Precum was landing in the puddle below him, sizzling as it hit the colder liquid. The platform below him was glowing, starting to catch fire.

The ocelot fell to her knees in despair, massaging her arm as it went limp, her attitude cold. "Weak little bitch!" the Queen called out as she strode through the courtyard and belted her aside with her massive paw. She stared John straight in the face, her ice-blue eyes meeting his, glaring gold. The Queen's assistant returned with a massive coil of leather: the whip was at least three times as long and thick as an anaconda.

John was on the brink of orgasm, and he faced the Queen with lusty, drooling pants from his open mouth. The pain that would come from that whip...he buckled at the knees and his wrist manacles strained to hold him, but were soft and let him go. The platform was in flames, partially engulfing his body. The Queen wound up and pulled the whip back: its sinewy body reared back with the majesty of a dragon about to roar, and when she thrust her arm forward the rope sailed through the air with a cutting scream, ending in a sonic clap of noise that shattered the rack John was chained to, sending burning embers everywhere; it shattered the ocelot's eardrums and that of one of her assistants; and it sent the whip flying backwards, up and over the queen's throne and out of sight.

It struck John square in the chest, and the pain in his body was immense as his bones shivered, his muscles tore, and when the pain reached his cock, he erupted out in a molten hot jet of cum that streaked across the courtyard, burned the grass, left trails of flame on the stone, and splattered all over the queen's face and breasts in a fervent, fiery gush.

The Queen let out a shriek as she was engulfed in flames, her clothes and her fur burning in a great pyre. In a half-coherent rabble of syllables, she frantically chanted and summoned a sheaf of ice around her, causing steam to explode and hiss as it quickly melted, and finally left her there, smoldering, naked of all clothing and fur from the waist up. She cast her polearm to the side, still hot to the touch, and fell to her knees.

John, his body weakened and the glow dying, him kneeling in a blackened ring of ash and embers, dazedly grinned as he lustily leered at her body. Even without the brassiere and the fur, her breasts were massive, the flesh shining with moisture from the melted ice and steaming.

Goddess, I wanna fuck those tits! he thought to himself, and then fell unconscious.

The Queen's warriors approached his limp form with extreme caution, then threw him in a cell when he was cool to the touch.

"I'll be the male in chains," the wolf prince declared, stabbing a claw into the table in front of it. "If we're to enter Myscindrya with any sense of diplomacy, we have to speak the savages' language and put some meat on the table. Some man meat."

"Your Highness!" Horace objected, shaking his large bear head. "Why risk the royal neck when any of our good soldiers here, the Harem lovers, would gladly go in your place?"

"It should be someone of high profile if he's to minimize rejection," the General said, the bunny helping Ryoga out of his harness and pushing forward with their plan. "Like your John, but better."

The wolf was soon naked before his court, who still wore their harnesses and boots. Even this small change to his wardrobe was alluring to his Harem and their companions. It was a perverted delight to see their Prince so vulnerable. The General, however, remained in her torn nightgown.

"And the girls cannot go alone?" Horace asked, reaching forward to grope Ryoga's rump.

"Again, to minimize rejection they should come bearing gifts," she said as cleared figurines off the Prince's war table, then lay atop it on her back. May as well multitask and indulge her lust; the Jahaliyan Prince seemed to take a liking to her, and she quite liked him.

Ryoga approached the table and leveled his cock against her wet folds, grunting as her body accepted him.

"Ungh!" the rabbit groaned, adjusting her hips as he pushed into her, "Like I was saying. We buy ourselves the most time with the more absurd our gift. If it is Ryoga and me, the Queen should be most boastful. With her pride so severely masturbated, so should the rest of her."

"How are you this tight?" the wolf snarled as he braced himself with her knee, sliding his thick shaft against her slick, velvety walls. The Jahaliyans looked on with admiration, with Sylvia stepping past Horace and purring at her lover's impressive erection.

"Using our prince is a massive gamble, almost to the point of treason, but you speak true. Lydra and Horace detected no ulterior motives in your information. You must hate Myscindyr. This brings us to the next part of the plan: seducing the Queen and overloading the poison."

"Oh, fuck me," the General whined, hooking her knees back with her paws as Ryoga's hips pounded against her, "Yes, yes that's right. She used some of her poisoned blood to pervert the stamina spell on my nightgown, so the weakness could be the same."

"A good fucking?" the Prince snarled as his balls slapped against the rabbit's taint, she grabbing at his hip.

"Male essence," Sylvia said, noticing the General and Ryoga both losing coherence. They were very close, and so the lioness moved ahead and chained the two together by two collars and a leash between them. The surprise--and the sudden bondage--brought them to a screaming and squirting finale. The wolf pulled out of her with messy hips, and the rabbit leaked their juices onto his war table.

Sylvia smirked. "And you're going to deliver it..."

"Milady," Lydra said, quickly moving to her, whispering in her ear. "A contingency, if you will..."

"Yes, my dear; I'm listening."

Ryoga didn't think he'd like to be in chains, but he was tingling all over as Lydra led him and the General by the neck, their paws tied behind their back, through the stony gates of Myscindrya. With them was Sylvia and the Harem, all armed with their paws on their weapons, still in sheaths.

Their male companions had stayed behind--Ryoga was the only fur of flat chest and external gonads--while Ruk and Nell had snuck off into the surrounding foliage to watch the situation, ready to strike if needed.

Surprisingly and with great argument from every other Jahaliyan, Sylvia and the General convinced Lydra and the Harem into clothing. It was makeshift, cut from banners and worn uncomfortably by women that had long held that harnesses were a formality, but eight Jahaliyans all were covered from shoulder to mid-thigh, which is where their boots began and travelled the rest of the way. Sylvia had taken the silk banners from Ryoga's war tent to wear, looking the most official of the group.

Only Ryoga was completely naked, although the General's nightgown merely framed her body, concealing nothing.

"Halt!" the jaguar water-mage called out, completely topless and standing out among skimpily clothed Amazonians that seemed ... disheveled. A little scorched. There were at least twenty of them and they were all well-armed, but their eyes held a certain paranoia. Hesitation.

Ryoga noticed it immediately, and when he reflexively stood Lydra smacked him down.

"Kneel on the ground, worm!" the panther snarled at him. The wolf felt a combination of anger, insult, and embarrassment. A Prince publically demeaned by one of his subjects, struck at and verbally abused!

Goddess, why did you not tell me this fetish of mine?

"Enjoy it while you can, Lydra," he growled.

The panther then kicked him to the ground, and he curled around one of the hardest erections he'd ever had.

"Who is this pet you are training?" the jaguar asked, addressing Sylvia as she watched Lydra abuse the naked wolf. "And why do you come wearing Jahaliya banners?"

"Insurrection!" the lioness cried out with a predatory grin, bearing her teeth at the other large cat. They were the same height; the jaguar smiled at her. "We bring you the waifish Prince of Jahaliya. This _boy_was given the crown when he was in diapers, and that was but a year ago: how has Jahaliya stood for so long?"

Watch it, Sylvia.

"Aha!" the jaguar laughed, throwing an arc of water over her head in celebration as she turned back to her Amazonian guard. "Such is the weakness of men. And you beautiful Jahaliyan rebels have brought back our General! You must wait for our Queen," she said excitedly, paws tapping on Sylvia's chest and then pausing there, pulling away a moment too late, "she will have such a surprise for both of these bitches."

I am so hard; why do I take this abuse?

"And for you, too, if you throw your dice properly!" she added, butchering an old idiom.

"Who disturbs Myscindyr?" the Queen bellowed, stomping around the corner with golden saucers replaced over her breasts, her fur silk-thin from the waist up, having magically grown in the span of hours. "What do you present me with?" she snarled at the jaguar, winding her paw back to strike. "Why has their blood not already run?!"

"Milady of the Sumptuous Cunny," the jaguar obsequiously pleaded, bowing to her Queen, "these are Jahaliyan insurrectionists, and they bring with them their Prince, our General, to buy our favor!"

"They are dressed like prudes!" the Queen objected, seeing not a single midriff among them. Lydra had to bite down on her tongue to stifle herself, and when Ryoga opened his mouth to object she set her boot on his head.

The Goddess Herself watched with a giggle, which John heard as he sat in his prison cell.

"You have brought us fine steaks, conservative rebel lion. You bring respectable, if not enormous, man-meatto the table," the Queen said as she pushed past her troops, "So you have earned the right to leave our city in peace."

Respectable?! Has she ever seen a cock? I'm huge!

Lydra was looking down at him past her boot with a mischievous grin. The pile of pre around his hips told her volumes of her fair and perverted Prince.

Sylvia lunged forward and froze as something hit the inside of the front of her dress. The Queen and the jaguar were sizing up Ryoga and the General, so her "contingency" went unnoticed. Lydra also noticed what was almost revealed.

"Steaks?" Sylvia asked, "You would just eat the Jahaliyan prince and your General?"

"Not the General! She will be crushed to death under a pile of rocks, which will serve as her dishonorable grave. But I shall eat your man and display his skull as a glorious codpiece!" the Queen declared.

Not a fetish of mine.

"And for all our offerings," Sylvia objected, walking carefully to avoid a second incident, "You would give us the gift of our own lives?" she asked, walking up to the Queen. The snow leopard was a foot taller than her, and the lioness blushed in the presence of a larger femme.

"Is there anything else I can give you?" she asked, placing her hands on the Queen's hips and toying with the waistband of her loincloth.

"I could defile a prude like you," the Queen said, placing her paws on Sylvia's shoulders and pushing her dress down, baring the lioness's generous breasts.

"Oh, I would quite enjoy that," Sylvia said as she leaned her face into the Queen's chest and felt her muzzle squished on both sides. She then pulled her head out and craned her head upward, pushing her lips against the snow leopard's own as she toyed with the strings of her loincloth.

"Stop," the Queen said, putting her paw against Sylvia's collarbone. "We shall consummate in my chamber."

Their trek through the Queen's palace was swift, the Queen leading Sylvia by the paw past envious guards and even John, who was in a cage hanging from the ceiling and being poked at with sticks. Sylvia herself made a fist with her free paw and worked to concentrate: the magically-enchanted mass between her legs was growing firm, and she could not betray it ahead of time. The Queen was tipsy with lust--Sylvia could smell a sharp twang of her pheromones--but she was not drunk yet. The Queen hated men...

"We fuck for all the bay!" the Queen declared, pulling the lioness to a balcony that hung over ocean waves crashing against Myscindyr's peninsula. On the far end of the balcony was a bulbous mass of pillows, butted up against the railing, which Sylvia looked upon with her analytical mind half-clouded by her new flavor of lust.

This bay is well-hidden; completely off the books like Raschid says! Jahaliya will get the port it needs, if this works, she thought, and then turned to the snow leopard Queen as she was pushed down onto that bulbous mattress and locked her lips once again with the larger female, paw groping her heavy breast, and I'll get the pussy I need.

Sylvia's dress bulged between her legs, which inevitably rubbed up against the Queen's stomach and gave their steamy session pause.

"What is this..." the Queen grunted, having straddled Sylvia's legs after pushing her onto her back, into the pillows. She pulled up the front of the lioness's dress, turning the garment into a crumpled waistband, to reveal a formidable cock swollen and glistening where a more internal complex of erogeny had been expected.

"A ... why would you have this ... " the snow leopard asked, entranced as her paw hovered close, feeling its heat. "You are so beautiful, so feminine in all your actions, and yet..."

"You may touch it," Sylvia purred, trying not to grin too hard at the Queen's fascination. She may have Lydra keep this spell around ... "It is real."

"I would not!" the Queen husked, recoiling from it as her eyes were inextricably drawn to its rigid mass. "This makes you a man!"

Sylvia slipped out from under her and got to her knees, crawling to the Queen with her erection swinging between her legs. She was grinning, and the larger female fell to a reclining position, not selecting to run nor fight.

"Man or woman is a state of mentality," Sylvia said as she crawled over the tall femme, cock scraping against her inner thigh. "I'm as woman as you want me to be."

With that, she passionately kissed the snow leopard who grabbed her breasts in return, grasping onto them tightly as an alien organ scraped against her abs, pulling at her short fur. Sylvia grabbed onto the Queen's shoulders and rolled her over, and then finally with the taller female in a position of power, cock erect in front of her for consumption, the snow leopard straddled over Sylvia, who lay on her back, and put the swollen head to her pussy, gritting her teeth as it penetrated her and stretched her inner walls.

"You are my Queen," the snow leopard mewled as Sylvia took her hips and thrust into her, nipples hard as stone as her brand-new phallus shot all new flavors of pleasure into her body. Ovaries on the outside--testes--bunched up against her as her orgasm grew quickly.

Is this what men go through?

The Amazon Queen's stamina was formidable--this eight-foot woman had the strength of five men, and the desires of a restricted femme. The snow leopard moaned with a bone-shivering vibrato that drove the experienced lioness to further heights, and as every thrust with her cock was a new experience to the Queen, Sylvia milked her vulnerability for all it was worth, until the Queen was screaming through her second orgasm, fifty Amazons had gathered with their weapons brandished and their prisoners dragged by leashes.

"What are you doing to our queen?!" the ocelot demanded, digging at her deaf ear with a pinky.

"I am being fucked on a woman's beautiful cock!" she declared, and her guards looked at each other in puzzlement.

Sylvia finished in front of all these people in grand fashion, all her schoolbook training and field experience combining in one passionate, lusty moment: she grabbed the Queen's ass with one paw and her jaw with the other, hilted her heavy cock inside her tight pussy, and kissed her muzzle deeply while interlocking their raspy, barbed tongues. Finally, as she'd seen her males do plenty times before, she pulled out before she was finished, spraying the Amazon Queen's breasts with a couple heavy globs of cum.

My Goddess, Ryoga thought as he watched the scene, Lydra having abandoned his leash. Is this the magnificence of our fine Sylvia?

The Queen sat up and pulled the smaller female into an embrace, wedging the back of Sylvia's head in between her breasts as she wrapped her massive paws under the lioness's own, glancing down at Sylvia's cock as she stroked the lioness's chest. Her mind was full of wonder, and the afterglow tingled much sharper than it usually would. There was a startling clarity that began to take her over, the poison draining from her. Her savage mind was suddenly put aside by a regal nobility she'd known long ago. Sylvia was no longer an adversary, but a lover she could stand to lose. The larger female squeezed Sylvia, and then was scared that she'd squeezed too hard, and would seem clingy.

Clingy? she asked herself. Those were only worries when I was a girl...

"I very much enjoyed that," the snow leopard said as she caressed the outsides of Sylvia's breasts. "You're an incredible lov... you fuck incredibly. It takes a woman to truly know how to use a penis."

Sylvia sighed.

"Men are remarkable creatures, my Queen. You do not need them, but do not discount them. I'm surprised I was any good with my penis," she said, and then sat up within the Queen's embrace as her afterglow chilled, like ice. "Do you know of the permafrost spell cast upon this region?"

The Queen hugged Sylvia like a teddy bear, a tear forming at her eye. It all came back to her in a series of drunken memories, now made alarmingly clear. Her poison was gone.

"It was my own," she said, burying her face into Sylvia's shoulder. "I would kill my land to make the Poacher Queen pay. I was a fool!" she exclaimed. The lioness felt hot tears streak down her back, and she tucked her penis between her legs as she leaned back, nuzzling her head against the Amazon Queen's. "You have your General to thank for this realization. She had quite a spell cast on her, but we beat it."

"You're not insurrectionists, are you?" the Queen asked, raising her teary face.

Sylvia shared a devious look with her as her secret was revealed. "I just had to get in close, one way or another. You have made love with the Harem Matron of Jahaliya's Crown Prince."

"The wolf is just some slave; some servant pulled from the latrines as a decoy?" the Queen asked, smiling as Sylvia snuggled up back against her.

A fiery blush spread over the lioness's face. Lydra began to cry--she couldn't laugh--and the General pushed her forehead into the ground to restrain herself.

Ryoga leapt to his feet, struggling against his bindings. He madly paced about the balcony, dragging the General by their mutual leash.

"A latrine slave?! A man respectable but not enormous? A bitch?!" Ryoga exclaimed, his voice raised to a level that made it crack. "I am the Venerable Prince of Jahaliya, and you have committed Treason against the _Crown!"_he screamed. Everyone looked upon the naked silver-and-alabaster wolf.

"It's only treason if it's part of our nation, dear," Sylvia said before kissing her Queen again on the lips.

"Did you have to break character?" Lydra asked, tapping her fingers against his incessant erection.

"When we say 'man-meat,'" the General said, licking his cheek, "we only mean your total mass. Your cock's a good part of it," she added, making the wolf blush.

"Might we discuss amnesty?" Sylvia asked, taking over for Ryoga.

"Fuck me again and we'll discuss alliance," the Queen purred.

"Alliance, I cannot be sure. You can be vassals of Jahaliya with Goddess's blessing."

"Is this the same Goddess that gave you..."

"Yes."

"Oh..."

"Release me from my bonds!" barked the Crown Prince of Jahaliya.

Lydra was still struggling with the troublesome knots they'd bound the General and her Crown Prince with when the Queen's her sexual sobriety washed in, clearing out all traces of the poison and making her gasp with a frightening realization. When she looked upon her mighty redwood and kapok trees standing in the distance from her balcony, she saw their leaves a little withered and their bark a few shades muted.

"My spell!" she gasped, not cleaning Sylvia's cum from her chest as she sprung from their nest of love and dragged the phallus-clad lioness with her, escaping deep into the palace as her audience watched in wonder.

They reach a plain room deep in the palace. "This is the chamber I cast the first spell," the Queen explained as she crossed her arms, paws stretching invisible threads between them as she powered up. "It'll only take a moment and I can undo the horrors I wrought upon my own land."

Her chanting created a gravity well, and Sylvia struggled out of its radius as the Queen's fur began to glow an ice blue. The lioness looked around the place, still unused to the flaccid cock that bounced between her legs. The room itself was undecorated, plain save for its architecture, in which the walls curved inward as they went up, forming a blossoming funnel that held a glowing crystal and showed night sky above.

Sylvia made note of its design, seeing the possibilities with her Jahaliya mages.

A loud thump threw the lioness against the wall as the large snow leopard thrust her paw upwards, channeling an invisible beam that vibrated the air, and then went silent.

"The permafrost will turn into nutritive water, restoring the land into health," the Queen said, turning to Sylvia. "It will be healed in three months' time."

"I didn't know an Ice Queen could have such a green thumb," she returned, smiling.

Ryoga had taken one of the banners Sylvia had used for her dress and fastened it around his neck like a cape, getting to business as soon as the Queen, Sylvia, and John returned to her private balcony. Her Amazonian guard was transfixed by this "slave's" immediate transformation, his poise making the six-foot wolf seem larger than any of the taller Amazonians. John was discernibly tired, and when he fumbled to stand at attention, Ryoga waved him at-ease.

"It's good to see you, Majordomo," the wolf said with a gentle smile. He gestured to the Queen's bed and Sylvia promptly guided him to it, laying him down.

"Ruk see fire scorch in courtyard," their ranger said, pulling himself up on the balcony railing with Nell. "John erupt like volcano."

"In more ways than one!" the Queen admitted, laughing while looking at him. The mouse managed a fatigued wave of his paw.

"The Goddess helped..." he said weakly. All eyes suddenly turned to him, which surprised him.

"Did she now?" Ryoga asked, pacing the balcony. His silk war-banner waved grandly from his back.

"Directly to me," he said, as his body began to glow and his cock hardened, "her voice was like Jahaliyan Cream, soothing and arousing..."

The wolf's brow rose, he most impressed. "I can only imagine your powers, John."

"I can show you," he said. "Shush," the Prince said with a blush, "it is not the time!" he said to the group, his voice booming against the palace wall, "Now, elegant, massive Queen of Myscindyr. I heard tell, as a lowly latrine slave, that you would accept vassalship under Jahaliya and fealty to the Goddess. Do you stand by these words?"

"Would your Goddess forgive our savage trespasses?" the Queen asked, her voice similarly loud.

Ryoga looked to his Majordomo.

"I think she says 'yes' and defers to you, m'lord," the weary mouse commented.

"Our Goddess is generous," the Prince returned, and then strode up to the Queen who was two feet taller. His head barely rose above her heavy chest, but she looked at him with the penitent eyes of a kitten. "But I'll need someone to rule this land. I can only do so from afar: can you accept a governorship after having been Queen?"

"I rescind my bloody crown," the snow leopard proudly barked, "and accept your terms."

"We males aren't so bad, are we?" he asked, looking sidelong at Sylvia. Her schoolmistress scowl made him turn back to the deposed Queen. "Do not accept my terms yet. Goddess says there is still a rift between us."

"The man-killing?"

"And the eating. Among other sins," he said with a glare, stepping away from her with his paws folded under his cape, behind his back. The wolf sighed, bracing himself to deliver the ugly truth. "This is a damnable nation built upon the bones of many an innocent," he said, "Do you rescind such tenets?"

"I do!" the Queen stated.

"Do you detest men that much?" he asked curiously, emboldened by her enthusiasm.

"We do not detest them any longer, but this is a proud tribe of women," the Queen stated, thrusting her paw out to her many sexy, buxom warriors. Only Sylvia rivaled their stature. "Men can form their own tribe. We shall not lose _that_tradition!"

"You may ask too much," he said, and then strode over to Lydra, who was healing John's wounds with her magic. "We may have to cut ourselves clean of this territory," he whispered.

John was reclining, almost asleep. Lydra's magic was fading, and so she threw her legs over the mouse's face and ground her pussy against his nose. John reflexively began licking at her, which charged the panther's magic. "Ungh! Goddess, right there," she moaned, then looked at Ryoga. "There's a cockring that can persuade the cub's gender," she said as her juices began to flow down John's muzzle, "we give them a supply, it shocks the semen on the way out, and ninety-some percent of their cubs are the gender they want. The males we'll just take for Jahaliya!"

"You mages," Ryoga laughed as he turned back to the Queen. "We have a solution. But this deal must be sealed the Jahaliyan way, in accordance with the Goddess's blessing."

The snow leopard growled and put her hands to her hips, striding about naked and stained from her earlier lovemaking. "We all make love; I know your Goddess. Females and males?"

"You didn't enjoy it?" Sylvia asked, thrusting her chest out as her cock still hung between her legs. The Queen paused as she admired the thick organ swinging.

"Fine!" she shouted, "We shall accept your Jahaliyan penises if also there is pussy involved. I must have a woman or two to cleanse my palate!"

"It shall be administered to you and any Amazons willing to make the bond," the Prince answered. "And only if you'd call it a cock. Females stand at the ready. Now regarding the Poacher Queen. We have a mutual enemy in her?"

"That bitch must die," the Queen answered. "You can use our port as a base of operations."

"It's quite large, sire," Sylvia told him, "with a narrow opening; easily defended. I saw it when the Queen and I were fucking."

"I'd have to see for myself," said Ryoga, then coughed into his paw. "The port, I mean. Do we have a deal?" he asked the Queen.

"Acceptable," she said with a grin, "but your Jahaliyan males had better make good on your promise. Show us the talent your female Sylvia promised on the keenness of the COCK!"

"For the Goddess's Blessing!"

The Amazons appeared in their courtyard in vast numbers, most if not all accounted for. The Queen, in her enlivened humor, had placed many of her subjects in tight nightgowns, similar to the one she'd cursed the General with but much more form-fitting, their nipples showing through the fabric.

On the Jahaliyan side, the General led this group of males proudly with a brush helmet, cape, and sandals supplied by her Queen, otherwise nude like a Jahaliyan. Ryoga, John, Max, Tarreg, and the others were all there, cocks ready and erect. Behind them, the females posed, ready to act as referees or ... palate cleansers ... as the Queen had suggested.

The Queen had placed herself in classic armor, ready to be ripped off by these males, and when she raised her polearm to the sky and declared "Orgy!" the Amazon females and the Jahaliyan males charged each other in an epic, erotic clash that started with kisses, bites, grinding, and licking, before it all collapsed in a glorious display of loud sensuality.

Ryoga tackled the Queen and severed the strings of her loincloth, diving in to lick her swollen, sensitive lips before leveling his cock against them and pushing in, her paws flying to his hard pects.

"Ah, you've rendered me naked!" she declared as he penetrated her fervently, pulling her cups apart to expose the rest of her as he drove into her tight innards, shivering himself at her muscular response.

"You would be so formal!" he shouted back as he pistoned his cock into her, grunting as her powerful legs squeezed around him.

Elsewhere, Amazons wrestled with Jahaliyans with the lucky jaguar water-mage throwing Tarreg onto his back and then settling onto his front cock, her arms and his thick forelegs gripping each other as she slammed him against the ground, him responding in earnest with fierce upward thrusts that made her quake.

Impressed by John's earlier show but still intimidated, four Amazons carried him into the courtyard and began to caress his body, making his weary form respond quickly and grow aroused. Soon one was riding him cowgirl and they were thrusting in unison, making her large breasts bounce dramatically as the others waited for a turn.

"The Blessed one is fucking me!" she moaned out.

Ruk found his own Amazon lover, a shy lioness he threw over his shoulder as he took her to the trees, fingering her pussy on the way there and making her giggle. They were soon hard at work in the shelf of a tall brazil nut tree, the lioness balanced on a branch, pushing back against the tree's trunk as the jungle cat took her from behind.

Horace's markedly large bear cock drew the interest of a few of the girls, whose eyes sparkled with reverence and amazement. One of the Amazons, a lithe tiger, reached out and touched the head of his cock, and this one was who Horace impaled with it, lifting her high into the air and thrusting into her with robust passion.

"What a cock!" the tigress cried out, riding it and gasping when it moved inside her.

A pan flute band, appearing once it was clear this event was successful and in full swing, struck up a lively tune, adding to the rich sexual atmosphere. Inspired by the music, Harem slut Natasha began to dance, which drew the eyes of a few lusty Amazons.

All about the Jahaliyan males rose an earnest moaning that only Sylvia had heard before--the discovery of a new element--and the lioness looked on with yearning as the Amazons learned the pleasure of these males they would accept presently as a temporary mate. They let themselves enjoy the men, which brought a beautiful erogeny unbeknownst to them.

"You can have them all later," Lydra said as she stroked the lioness's abs, "you should prove very popular would I renew your cock spell."

"Then why don't you?" Sylvia asked.

Max was beneath the deaf ocelot, his shyness having pinned him to the ground, but now receding as he madly thrust into her, drawing grunts out of her as the Goddess's quick magic restored the femme's ears. The first thing she heard was the guttural grunts of a lusty rabbit male. She grabbed onto his ears and ground herself against him, both of them gasping as his huge shaft plumbed new depths.

There were two girls servicing Natasha now, taking the dancer down and licking at her nipples and her pussy as they cleansed their palate of the men that had taken them, still dripping in their juices as they sought after Natasha's. One by one, the Jahaliyan Harem girls were pulled into the Amazonians' lusty wiles, some falling to the ground and licking each other in a sixty-nine, tasting the cum that dripped from them, others pushing fingers into themselves or their female lovers and moaning as their paws grew sticky. The topic of "men" was a hot one for the inspired Amazons, and they discussed them at length as the females masturbated and teased each other.

"I didn't think a man's cock could be so good!" one of them announced.

"See how wonderful they are when you're not planning on eating them?"

Tina was making out with an Amazon whose face was covered in Jahaliyan cum.

"Did you see him gush in my face?" she asked as Tina licked it off. "It was amazing!"

She soon escaped to tackle Tarreg, who was just pulling out of the last one with a loud, cummy slurp of his front cock.

"For Jahaliya and the Goddess's blessing!" the Queen shouted as her breasts grew even larger, her thighs thicker to the point that Ryoga had to grit his teeth as he slammed his knot into her. She was soon silenced when Sylvia walked up to her, massive cock renewed and swinging erect in front of her. The snow leopard took it into her mouth with a lusty moan, and Ryoga looked upon his lioness with hunger, watching her balls swing under her as she muzzle-fucked the same woman he was. The wolf sat up and started sucking on them, producing grunts from them both as they stuffed both ends of the Queen.

Lick my balls good, you slutty Prince ... she thought with a growl ...suck my cock, you royal bitch ... Goodness! The thought suddenly came to her, If the Headmaster could see me now. What scandal! Then he could get on his knees and lick my rump...

The excitement of it proved too much, and Sylvia gasped as she pulled out, spraying into the Queen's mouth and down her breasts, the snow leopard's muzzle dripping as it leaked. The lioness swung her tool around and hit Ryoga, too, soaking his stomach in cum, which set him hurtling down toward the inevitable. He began to lick Sylvia's dripping cock.

The Amazonians that still wore their nightgowns and still wore their brassieres quickly grew out of them, bursting from their restraints as the males relentlessly rutted against them, barrelling to the point that everyone was grunting, snarling, moaning, screaming until finally Ryoga locked into the Amazon Queen, then everyone else did, and their mutual orgasm shook the pyramids and canals around them, echoing back into their ears in a grand shockwave that left everyone speechless and sticky.

"There is more cock to be found, is there not?!" the Queen asked.

Ryoga paused while atop her, his groin attached to her hips until the swelling faded. Immediately he thought of the meek librarian Raschid, and he chuckled. "There is plenty more in Jahaliya.Too much, even for a woman such as you."

"Impossible. I demand a buffet of cock, and it will only be through me that any of your Jahaliyan penises shall be accepted into Myscindyr!"

"Goodness, don't be greedy now..." the Prince murred.

They all finally cleaned up, and Jahaliya was nude, harnessed, and in boots while Myscindyr wore only loincloths, their brassieres no longer fitting. Ryoga had unpacked his crimson silk cape, which wrapped around him with the hot tropical wind as his troupe bid the Amazons goodbye.

The General Athena joined the Jahaliyans, proudly naked save for her cape, sandals, and brush helmet, and stood proudly beside her Prince. The Queen herself, a Governor under Jahaliya now, bid a deep bow before the wolf Prince. "Our savage land is reclaimed under your Goddess' blessing," she said, standing thereafter. "If you, royal male, would caress our royal body, I will consider our vassalship complete and may the Poacher Queen and her minions fear it!"

Ryoga swallowed as his cock sprang to life once again. Regally, he inclined his head so that his circlet would catch the sun, and then placed his paws upon the heavy breasts of the Myscindyr Amazon Queen, Jahalyian Governor. He massaged the massive mounds, stopping himself from taking her then and there.

"Your Goddess and your Prince accepts your fealty," he said as he leaked onto the ground, the Queen noticing and grinning. "We shall be in contact...and often so ... Your salute honors me."

The Queen grasped his erect cock and squeezed it.

"And your salute honors me."

"Never have I felt so naked as in those chains," Ryoga commented as Sylvia, Lydra, and John strode around him, their Jahaliyan escort in tow, "but you have honored your Prince well; we must proceed."

"You were nearly eaten, and our Majordomo was almost enslaved," Sylvia remarked, absently reaching for a cock she no longer possessed, "Your parents must know. I can help you with your grammar."

"My parlance needs no supplement," the Prince answered, then turning to Ruk and Athena, "and you two. I shall renew my vows to Jasmine; will you inform your people?"

"Aye, m'lord!" the General said.

"Yes, wolf prince. I tell Nell and wildlife."

"Wildlife not necessary, Ruk. I don't like toucans. And John?"

"Aye, my Lord?" the mouse asked.

"Would you mind a massage with conditioner? For your service, of course."

"You're not tired of pussy, are you?"

"Of course not. It's a palate cleanser. Athena?"

"Aye, my Prince!" the General answered.

"My name is Ryoga. Would you and your tribe join my wedding?"

"Aye, Ryoga!"

"Goddess help me if the Queen shows..." he remarked to himself. A thought came to him.

"Sylvia?"

"Yes, m'lord?"

"You know that this alliance and that strategic naval port is all thanks to that massive cock of yours?"

"Goodness me!" Sylvia gasped, and then she and a few others, like John and Horace, burst into laughter.

"Yes. Please meet me in my quarters upon our return," the wolf said with stone-faced seriousness, and then turned away from her. He fluttered his cape in a way that made it float up, flashing his buns at her.

To rule a kingdom so diverse: of people with different genders, sensibilities, and sensualities... the ivory-and-alabaster wolf cracked a smile as he marched forth towards Jahaliya, his native land.

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