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Prince Ryoga stood at the aft of his airship, the wind beating his cape and his fur as he and a small collection of his counsel sped off to the Amazon Capital of Myscindrya. His thumbpad flicked the corner of a message marked "URGENT," and his brow knitted from the dearth of information contained therein:

"My Thrall, our vassal land has come under great duress. Please come as soon as you can. Weapons should not be necessary." - Governor Cyndra.

General Athena came to his side, and he handed her the note without hesitation. "That's just like her," she said of her former Queen, "'Get here now; I'll explain later,' she says. Goddess' guess what it would be _this_time."

Ryoga chuckled, scanning his buxom military bunny with an appraising eye. Athena was dressed only in a cape, a harness, and her tall brush helmet, leaving the entirety of her sumptuous sandy-furred body exposed to him. His sheath began to swell. "It's poor intelligence, and Sumber would throw a fit if he saw this, but she is the Governor of our Vassalship nonetheless. We must take her word."

Ryoga saw Athena's eyes dart to his crotch, then to his firm chest, then back to his eyes. She blushed and tried to look away. "If any part of me pleases you, it is yours," he purred, pushing her by the small of her back. They walked together to the front of the ship.

"I should be saying that to you, sir," Athena responded, her paw drifting towards him. It bumped against a hot mass of bare skin, quickly firming. Ryoga returned her paw to her and nodded knowingly as he passed Sylvia, who winked at him in response. "I'm still getting used to Jahaliyan propriety."

"The pleasure of the Prince is paramount," he said as they reached the bow of the ship. Ryoga pushed her against the railing and she grunted in pleasure. The warmth between her legs was growing red-hot, despite the gusting wind's attempt to cool them. "And for the Prince, so is the pleasure of his subjects. Goddess Blessing is to be shared, lest it be lost."

The wolf pushed her down against the railing and flung her cape out of the way, revealing her sweet sex between her thighs. "How about we get a view of your land before we arrive?" he murred. Athena had no choice, pinned against the railing with her generous breasts squished between her and the lacquered wood.

"Anything for my Prince, should he bless me with that hot, hard, aaaah!" the General squealed, eyes going wide as Ryoga slid his heavy cock between her wet folds, pulling her cape tight with one paw and pinning her down with the other.

"Goddess' Blessing," Sylvia exclaimed, grabbing Corsi and yanking the otter towards her. The lioness thrust a paw outward, demanding the Harem Slut watch. "You'd think he'd be distracted by politics but there he is, majestic and lewd like a pirate ship's figurehead! Corsi, what do you make of it?"

"How would I?" the otter returned, feeling hot in the ears. "I'd say it's an exemplary demonstration of our eclectic Prince's many duties and pleasures."

"Brilliant!" Sylvia responded, breaking off from her pupil to pace, watching Ryoga and Athena's frenzied intercourse in the corner of her eye. "This needs further study."

Athena coughed as her cape drew tight around her neck, and Ryoga let it slack. She was saturated from the crotch down, her cunny juices running freely as the Prince thrust into her, his wet wolf balls slapping her clit and driving her into a frenzy. The land below--her land, Myscindyr--became a blur as she lost herself to pleasure. They'd gained an excited crowd, and the helmsman sweat profusely as he tried to maintain course with a throbbing boner knocking against the spokes of the ship's wheel.

"Huff, oh fuck me stupid," the rabbit guttered, tits hanging over the railing in free air, "th-there's Goddess' Fountain, n-named for ours but now it's Hers ... we should be passing Athena Bridge soon; I'm named after the same woman the bridge is... ah! You dirty fucking wolf ... fuck!"

Athena came hard, coating Ryoga's balls and thighs with a gush that splashed loudly against the deck. The Prince bit his lip, groaning deep. The hot sensation on his sac was too much, and Athena's pussy clamped down hard on him, milking him, demanding of him, pulling him to ...

"Goddess help you, woman!" he cursed at her, jamming her cape into his mouth and rearing back, pulling it tight as he exploded inside her, hilting against his knot until that, too, popped inside of her. His howl was muffled by the luxurious fabric, but it was still loud enough for even the horny helmsman to hear.

Athena came a second time, then unclasped her cape before she blacked out. Ryoga fell against her, knotted with their sticky bodies sliding against each other.

Sylvia signalled for the crew to fetch them. Athena was leaning perilously over the railing, and if she fell, Ryoga would have no choice but to follow... As they were helped upright and pulled away from the bow, Athena perked up and jabbed a paw forward. "There it is!" she shouted, and Sylvia nodded to the helmsman to take the ship down.

***

The ship was on the ground, cooling down for upwards of a half-hour while the Jahaliyans freshened up--Ryoga and Athena especially--and replaced their travel clothes with more formal attire. The crew was tying the ship down, securing all posts should a curious wanderer attempt to sneak aboard, or should a terrible wind try to make off with the ship. Inside, worn harnesses were switched out for squeaky leather ones, oiled and polished, cabin boys shined their boots, and capes, garters, and scabbards of the best material were donned, made of Perslaman silk and Myscindyr redwood.

Prince Ryoga followed his entourage out, chin held high and his circlet beaming on his head. His fur was almost as soft as his cape, perfectly groomed. This aroused a few of his Jahaliyan counsel, but more beheld his immaculate form as godly, and had to remind themselves of his mortality and their resulting desire.

Such was also the case with the Amazon honor guard that came out to meet them, who in anticipation of seeing Ryoga and his brilliant crew were already engorged, though with the confidence of their excellent leader they kept their firm bodies properly posed as they sizzled with lust.

Ryoga noticed this fine posturing and took a moment to look over their muscular forms and the uniforms that accented them. Whoever designed them--perhaps the Governor with the aid of the Goddess--would have to lend her paw with Jahaliya's own couture: their armor was like the bikinis of old, but instead of hiding the breasts it braced them and framed them, leaving their perky nipples and vast mounds free to the air. The same sensibility also lifted and displayed their rumps with exacting erotic precision.

Ryoga's sheath swelled, but it stopped before the slit parted and exposed him. The wolf cleared his throat, grinding his boot heel against the ground to distract himself. Sylvia caught on, and gave him a gentle elbow behind his cape. "You're going to wear yourself out if you don't relax, m'lord," she whispered.

The wolf grinned back at the lioness, whispering, "It is my sworn duty to spread the Goddess' Blessing far and wide."

"Depending on the scope of your 'far' and 'wide,' You'd better keep yourself hydrated."

Ryoga chuckled as he turned back to the Amazons.

"Myscindryans, my subjects," he began, "you're all in excellent form; this alliance leaves me with few reservations and many praises." The Amazons bowed in respect. Ryoga's smile quickly disappeared, and he whipped out the Governor's message. "This, however, shall be the last time you drag me out here without reasonable cause. What is the meaning of this vague, urgent message?"

"Our apologies, my Lord!" the Captain of the Guard exclaimed. She was a tall jaguar, generously proportioned, and her aroused musk tickled the Jahaliyans' noses. Ryoga vaguely remembered her from before. An ice-mage, John had told him. She'd lost her hearing in a battle with him before accepting the Goddess, who'd returned it. "The message required great subterfuge, as interception would blow our precarious situation right out of the water. Which is where the problem lies."

"The water?" Ryoga questioned.

"Our port. But that is all I will say. Come follow me and your Governor shall explain further."

"Oh, this can't be good," Jessica chimed in, having shadowed her Prince to this point.

***

When the Jahaliyans arrived at Myscindrya, a grand presentation assaulted them. Ryoga's jaw tightened at what he saw: strung across the gate to the city were two giant statues carved from marble: one was of him in a shining crown and generous endowment, and the other was of Majordomo John, chained up and ejaculating lava. The lava was made of molded copper.

"Boy, they're taking to the Goddess' blessing really well!" barked Corsi, clapping her paws.

"It is a grand sight," he smiled, "their speed and their precision must be admired. I must borrow their sculptor as well as their tailor," Ryoga said, then inclined his chin to the rooftops.

There, dressed as lewdly and deliciously as their escort party, were at least thirty Amazons looking hungrily down at the Jahaliyans, their paws massaging their breasts and gliding close to their moist netherlips. Ryoga felt his sheath grow in size, demurely resisting the urge to pounce the nearest Amazon and fuck her until the next five piled atop him. But he noticed that more than a few of them, while thrilled to look upon his virile silver and alabaster body, would occasionally glance about.

"Let it swing long and free, my liege," Sylvia said as she brushed her paw under her Prince's navel, "For Jahaliya and Myscindyr both."

He was sensitive to most any woman's touch, but for the Prince to be teased so earnestly by the graceful Sylvia was too much. The wolf's warm cock poured from his sheath, standing tall and away from his body in no time, rivaling his statue's sexiness and summoning a surge of cheers from his audience.

"I should take you in front of all our converts," the wolf hissed, grinning as a vein rose against his naked flesh.

"Steady on, my Lord," she whispered, cradling his heavy sac with a warm paw before returning it to his thighs, "It is business before pleasure ... and I would take you, again, had I Lydra's cock blessing."

Ryoga shivered at that, resisting the urge to blush.

The ice-mage noticed the wandering eyes of the Amazons and bowed deeply before speaking, struggling to keep her own eyes off the Prince's impressive cock.

"A few of our humble, dedicated servants to the Goddess are wondering where your fire-mage, the Cock of Dragons, John, is. But they would not be so impudent to ask."

Ryoga's grin faded. "As you would be."

To this, the jaguar deeply genuflected, falling to her knees and putting her muzzle to the ground. "They are also rude to let their eyes wander away from you and your splendor!"

"Debase yourself not for me, my dear--only the Goddess should receive such humility," he said, bowing his head in mentioning Her name.

She lifted her head, but less than before. Ryoga saw where her eyes were aimed and smirked, gesturing her to rise. The ice-mage immediately stood, and her eyes fell to it again, uselessly trying to be subtle about it.

"Oh look," Sylvia whispered, pressing her ample bosom against his arm, "the poor dear yearns to suck, and is too proper to ask!"

"Yes, well," Ryoga returned, reaching under his cape to nudge Sylvia's clit, stealing a gasp from her. "We have business to attend to."

Jessica quickly inserted herself, placing herself on Ryoga's other shoulder, and also receiving a stealthy grope to her pussy.. "Your majesty!" the vixen squeaked, blushing. "Shall we convene with the Governor?"

"Indeed," he said, grasping at them one more time to make both females grunt and fall against him. The Amazons took notice, and as they lead their thralls to the Grand Hall, gravitated closer and closer to the sexual nexus of Prince Ryoga Miscon and his Jahaliyan sluts.

***

The Governor stood exactly in the center of the hall, under its grand arches and between its walls' columns as precisely as a portrait. The snow leopardess, bodaciously portioned like the rest of her tribe, was a grand woman almost twice as tall as the usual Jahaliyan female, with every inch of her exactingly toned: intimidatingly solid, with fat, generous breasts. Aside from a resilient harness that hefted and highlighted her round rump and heavy bosom, and an enormous blue cape that could easily cover Ryoga's marble statue, the Governor was perfunctorily naked. Sylvia poignantly missed the cock she'd fucked her with.

"Welcome, Virile Prince of Jahaliya!" she bellowed, "May your rule extend farther, wider, and firmer than your great cock! And larger than your perfect heart."

When she swung her arms out, a few Jahaliyans ducked, even though she was several yards away. Her voice resonated as if she was right in front of them. General Athena stepped out from the group and removed her helmet, saluting the Governor. "Athena!" the Governor called, striding to her. "You blessed rabbit; to live in Jahaliya with these lewd, delicious femmes and studs. For my sins against you, you truly deserve it."

"I keenly miss the sweet scent of Fuck every time I travel free of the land," the General teased, her buck teeth shining as her former Queen's eyes burned with envy, "I have so many luscious friends and opportunities to fuck ... there is so much love and so many thick, veiny cocks I forget my training for days on end ... and even then! Governor," she said, putting her finger against the snow leopard's wide, wet nose, "I am a lauded warrior and respected strategist when I am not covered in mud, or cream, or cum, or all of the above!"

Sylvia gripped Ryoga's arm, glaring at him reproachfully as his heels lifted from the tiles and his hackles raised on end. The Prince took a deep breath before uttering, "I'd hoped she'd forgiven the Queen's torture."

"It is between them, Sire," she returned.

"And you deserve every gallon of it," the Governor responded, respectfully putting her massive paws on Athena's breasts, "I support you." The bunny's ears fell and she set her paws against the Governor's. "Praise the Goddess and Her Blessing," she recited, permitting the ex-Queen to stand.

Prince Ryoga, cool now (though sporting an unwieldy erection from the Amazons' intimate reconciliation), strode forward and stood before the Governor, copying her gesture and placing his paws upon her massive breasts. His paws barely covered her areolas, and her nipples became so erect they nearly pushed them off.

"Do you enjoy them?" she asked blatantly, loudly. Ryoga felt small in her presence, and that he would be washed away in this grand deluge of her humility. The wolf merely nodded, and the snow leopard clapped her heavy paws against his shoulders. "Once our tribe was isolated, trapped by the gravity of our own stultifying ideology, drunk on hate. But now we recline among the Blessed! And though we were always great warriors, now we are as joyful and slutty as the Goddess deems us to be!" she boomed.

"The Amazons are laying it on rather thick, d'you think?" Corsi whispered to Jessica, who quickly shushed her. The otter looked injured, to which the librarian vixen urged her to continue. "What if they're trying to distract us from the business at hand?"

Ryoga sensed their bickering, though he did not explicitly hear it. "My vassal," the Prince said as he groped the Governor's heavy breasts, cock burning between their bodies and dripping pre onto the floor, "it is upon my honor I answered your urgent message, but to what issue did it pertain?"

The Governor flicked her paw, wind gusting behind it. "Tomorrow! But I meant every word. Tonight!" she followed, her eyes settling into a warm, lusty glow. "You have wanted something since you last caressed these monumental tits. You will deny yourself no longer," she said, kneeling down in front of him.

The snow leopard put her breasts around his cock, and Ryoga's knees banged once before the wolf seized hold of her shoulders and hungrily fucked the warm, furry mounds. He ground against their fibrous friction until his precum, leaking profusely, coated them and his cock's length. He shoved his knot between her tits over and over, grunting and groaning as his pace snowballed into a passionate frenzy.

"Such a great cock!" the snow leopard mewled, her voice echoing in the grand, stony halls, "Have you always wanted to fuck here?"

"I'll fuck you anywhere," Ryoga snarled, pressing his claws into her shoulders, making her groan.

"And will you anoint me?" she purred, squeezing her tits together, tightening around his cock.

"Like royalty," he growled, losing himself and howling in the Great Hall as he hilted into her tits and erupted, spraying her face with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum. She lifted her head to his volcano, and it rained down upon her, hanging off of her whiskers in long, viscous bands as she purred blissfully.

Sylvia knotted her fists at her sides before she started applauding. Her inner thighs were soaked.

As Ryoga slowly pulled away from her ample bosom, stretching sticky strands between them that eventually broke and fell, the Governor wiped her eyes, sucked on her fingers, and saw that he was still hard.

"Shall we go to the balcony?"

"I could go for a change in scenery," he said, nuzzling her nearest breast as she pulled him against her. His bouncing cock dripped cum, some of which landed on his feet as he strode with her.

"See to their comfort," she said in passing one of her followers. Suddenly, all the Amazons from earlier flooded the room, with the ice-mage dragging in a chest full of sex toys. The Amazons quickly armed themselves, setting themselves upon the Jahaliyans.

"Dear Goddess, I come undone!" Sylvia cried before the jaguar knelt down before her, rasping her velcro tongue against the lioness's pussy as she teased her back entrance with a ribbed dildo. The lioness grabbed the jaguar by the ears and fucked her face.

Corsi and Jessica were beset from behind by Amazons wearing strap-ons, and pressed against each other, making out as a warrior tiger and a lithe jackal female thrust into each of them, lube and their juices intermingling, wetting their thighs. The jackal spoke for both of them, sucking on Corsi's ear as she beat her hips against the otter's ass.

"You've shown us the blessing of the cock; now let us return the favor!"

Ryoga reclined on the Governor's rich assortment of cushions located on the balcony, enjoying the femme's casual paw roaming his length. "While I am thoroughly grateful for these pleasantries," he said, "this flattery is also stalling."

The Governor stopped stroking, and her brow furrowed.

"But it is enjoyable flattery, so I do not mind stalling."

The wolf saw the leopardess' hips had risen, and thus slid deeper down the cushions, angling himself under her. "But I'd better have my answers tomorrow," he said, thrusting into her for a good, hard fuck.

***

The next morning, after the Great Hall had cleared and been cleaned, the Governor took them all to the docks of Myscindyr's shore, where puzzledly the Jahaliyans stood waiting for a number of minutes. Prince Ryoga was just about to question the Governor when the surface of the water erupted with life. An entire pod of whales, towering easily over the Governor, emerged from the waves wearing ornate belts and keenly drafted jewelry, wrapped perfectly around them. Attending them was a legion of seals and sea lions holding tridents, floating proudly at attention.

Like the Governor with her tribe, one whale towered above the rest--an orca, no less--who broke from the group and approached the dock, cutting a thick wake behind him. His razor-sharp teeth sparked in the sunlight as he talked.

"I am King Shamon of Cetaes!" he announced, causing Corsi to flinch, "And you, Queen Cyndra, have promised me counsel with the Crown Prince of Jahaliya. Is this comely young whelp him?" he demanded, thrusting a wet, muscular flipper to Ryoga.

"Goddess bless me with stilts," the Prince whispered to himself, firmly folding his arms under his chest as he looked between the tall Cyndra and the gigantic Shamon.

"You honor me," Ryoga said with a wry tone, his tail waving behind him, "but it is the Goddess that keeps me young. Our Governor indicates there is a problem. What is it?"

"Myscindyr lines end immediately at the coast," King Shamon began, "and from there begins Cetaes'. Our kingdom stretches for many leagues beyond these coastal waters, and our forces have little interacted with surfacedwellers. Now," the orca squawked, rising further out of the water, "the traffic and commerce of land dwellers has become intolerable. Our kingdom is perpetually intruded by your sea-vessels, and my subjects are afraid to breach and frolic above the waves for fear of collision.

"We could establish shipping routes," Corsi chimed in, already pulling a few sea charts Jessica produced. They were coated in an alchemical sealant, mixed by Lydra, so she wandered into the waters to show the orca. "Goddess teaches us to strive for harmony! Some accommodation can be reached, can't it?"

King Shamon seemed to take notice of the river otter, inclining his chin.

"These routes shall be enforced," Ryoga declared. "Just give me your assent."

"You will not have it, Prince of Jahaliya. Not yet," the orca countered, slashing his muscular flipper towards the open waters. "Your boats also bring befoulment! All your land-refuse is dumped into our waters; your wretched taint still haunts us after the boats pass. Or worse, should the vessels sink. And we cannot simply bury our trash like you land-dwellers do since It floats on our sapphire seas."

"A ship is the strict responsibility of the captain or its holding company," Ryoga shrugged, his brow knitted, "You cannot designate our entire race as criminals. However, we can tighten up our maritime regulations. Cetaes has its criminals, does it not?"

Corsi's eyes could not help but fall below the water that crashed against King Shamon's slick, muscular body, and spy the bulging slit of his cock's cocoon occasionally cresting the surface. She cleared her throat as a warmth within her started South, and wound its way North.

"And how!" Shamon complained, slapping the water as if to shatter it, "But our problems are our own. We've roving gang pods of dolphin miscreants acting unspeakably, but they are our own. Your criminals hunt my subjects! Whalers have begun to troll our waters. That is unacceptable! How will you fix this?"

Ryoga's paws had come together, and he was pressing his thumbs against each other as his mind quickly thrummed through approaches. He was surprised the Spymaster hadn't informed him of this, but then again, they had no contact with Cetaes. They were frustratingly insular.

"Speechless, groundwalker?" the King pursued, swimming upright, his crotch-hump bulging, treading water as if he were pacing. "I'll tell you what my first solution was. My advisors suggested alternatives!" he said with a crinkled grin, flashing his razor-sharp teeth, "I thought the best answer to these crawling beasts was to speak to their instincts, like fear!"

King Shamon laughed, Ryoga's fur spiked under his cape, and Corsi's blood ran cold as her loins glowed under the water. The orca continued, his cock falling out of its slit with a large splash..

"If the waters were a death-zone, our problems would be solved! We would sink all surface ships trespassing over Cetaes. We would smash the lifeboats, we would rend the crews to pieces. Then no one would troll our waters! But," he paused, sliding past a dolphin and knocking him into the water, "As effective as that would be, my advisors suggested that perhaps some of you would have a brain half as large as my own, and therefore could discuss more humane ideas."

Sylvia's hands reached for her Prince's shoulders, but she thought better. Ryoga was standing as firmly as his statue, bracing himself as the orca cockily lauded over him, insulting his entire kingdom. Instead, the lioness took a mental inventory of her armaments, and looked over Ryoga's Harem to see that they had done the same. If King Shamon lunged at Ryoga, as some surprise attack, she'd be ready.

Corsi had seen that look in her former schoolmistress' eyes before: the alertness before an emergency. The river otter had swam in this port before, so she knew the lay of the sand, and she had the right knives to cut dolphin flesh. If King Shamon made a move, she'd be under the waves with the seals.

"I am not a monster for wanting to protect my people," the orca declared as he made a grand turn, his heavy erection sending a wave at the shore, nearly hitting Corsi, "and so I shall be the greater being. We will simply blockade this port; the lines will be obvious. Anyone crossing them, in or out, shall be sunk. I hope your lifeboats will be properly maintained."

Ryoga cleared his throat, also having noticed the massive mast the Orca had erected. His own had swollen in response. He said, "Why Port Myscindrya? There are several older ports within your ... "

"It is a new port," King Shamon interrupted the Prince, "in a region that until recently was largely savage. I know your trade routes better than a ship's foreman--the port's novelty will suck tradeships in like a typhoon, and with Jahaliyan backing? It could be the busiest port in the region. Therefore, honorable wolf Prince," he spat, sarcastically, "I am sending a message to your whalers by drowning it before it breathes."

"You mass of flotsam," Corsi whispered in the clicks and whisltes of Cetaen talk, sea lions glaring at her as waves crested over her.

"Madame," the vixen hissed, stopping the irritated lioness with a rolled-up sea chart, "he's just posturing." The vixen unrolled the map and stabbed her claw within large marked-up circles. "There are reports of something like spawning grounds near our proposed routes. He's more papa wolf than our wolf Prince right now."

"You should feel so honored to speak to the King of Cetaes," he pursued, the head of his cock visible even through the water. Ryoga was also rock hard, his own standing out from his white and alabaster fur. "I was only going to accept a King to King conversation about this, but word travels far about you, Ryoga Miscon, and so I now convene with the Great Diplomat of Jahaliya."

"I'm flattered, but you're stalling. We're at an impasse. This blockade is a blood clot in our great nation, King Shamon. The body will suffer. If it is of any consolation, I can assure you that none of my nation's ships have been whaling. We eat no sentient meat. Tell me, what flags are these whaling ships flying?"

Shamon shrugged, flinging water on either side of him. "Surface-dweller flags! That should be enough for you."

"They're not Jahaliyans," Ryoga answered. "Our nations are divided into separate political entities and you cannot encapsulate us..."

"Irrelevant!" Shamon interrupted, thrusting himself forward so that his entire muscular form bounced, his thick pink spire reflecting the sun below the surface. The water surged forward and a wave blasted over the dock, splashing the Jahaliyans and Queen Cyndra with warm salty spray. "I have no interest in surface politics. Your cannibal snow leopard Queen is suddenly honored by your Goddess? Predictable for you land animals. Your kingdoms smear together, just as long as there's good breeding, yes? You're just as bad as the Amazons."

"Blasphemy," Ryoga hissed underneath his breath, his shoulders quivering as his patience weakened. "What gives you any ground for these assertions?" he asked Shamon, stomping to the edge of the dock. Sylvia, Athena, and the rest clutched their weapons.

"You accepted Myscindyr," he stated nonchalantly, but straightened up when Ryoga glared at him. "I know about the pile."

Ryoga's ears twitched. "What pile?"

Shamon swatted a flipper as he returned to his pod of bodyguards. Several of them had also grown erect, their slits yielding smaller, aquiline cocks. It was quite a sight in the water for Corsi. Without the current context, she thought, it would have been brilliantly erotic.

"You don't know?. There is a pile of refuse that has collected on the water's surface around the border cliffs that protect the bay of Myscindyr."

"What's in the pile?" Ryoga asked. The question came out of him automatically and without reservation; knowing he would hate the answer.

The orca grinned, his black upper lip parting with his white lower lip to advertise an absolutely depraved sense of humor. "Land corpses," he chuckled, "all male. Juvenile."

The wolf's body lurched against him and his paw flew to his muzzle. His stomach protested the betrayal. Governor Cyndra's massive paw rested on his shoulder, and Ryoga wanted nothing more than to throw it off.

"Yes," she said, "This is all our sin. We cry to Goddess as hard as you might question Her acceptance of us."

The wolf had sunk to one knee, and Athena stepped in front of him clutching her sword's hilt, glaring at King Shamon to say just one more deprecating remark. The orca remained silent, looking curiously at them.

"Yes I know," Ryoga grunted, wiping his muzzle with the back of his arm, "But being reminded of it was no favor."

The Prince pushed Cyndra's paws off him and stood, stumbling once before his shoulders were again square, his brow level, and his chest thrust out nearly as far as his cock.

"That was the way of Amazons past and no longer," he began, "I know the bodies are still there. We shall remove them."

"I should see that as restitution," King Shamon sneered, "as a requirement in complying with our blockade. If there is one more body added to it, I think this blockade shall be permanent. As-is, I'm only thinking of a fifty year shipping moratorium."

Ryoga openly rolled his eyes in face of the shared joke, following it with a bow. "You are too generous, King Shamon."

A few of the orca's bodyguards laughed, and Sylvia smirked at his sarcasm. Prince Ryoga turned around and pulled General Athena aside. "I am a patient man and holding my composure to the same level as I do the Kingdom of Jahaliya," he whispered into her large lapine ears. His cock bumped against her thigh, and a wink exchanged sealed a promise. "This blowhard is throwing insults like tithes. How serious are his threats?"

Athena cleared her throat, grooming her breastfur as if completely ignorant of her diamond-hard nipples.

"Cetaes is organized like a navy, but a blockade is child's play for them. They don't need to assign sentry forces since they already live in those waters: ergo, all they have to do to is instruct the locals to watch for our ships, raise an alarm and their forces will sink it. You can forget about parlay: they'll disappear back into the water."

"We have to settle this matter now," Ryoga growled, turning back to King Shamon and his naked, glistening sortie. Athena tugged on his cape, and the wolf turned to face her. She leaned in to whisper in his ear: Ryoga looked at Shamon questioningly, and the orca nodded at him.

"In the past, we Amazons fought Cetaceans ruthlessly. We poisoned the water, dragged netting under our boats, harpooned any surface whales, and even experimented with depth charges."

"We are not going to war."

"Those are the ramifications if we do."

"Goddess would abhor a needless war. We'd lose the Blessing for sure."

"I have faith in you, my Prince," she said, stroking his breast.

Prince Miscon turned back to the orca and his aquatic-mammalian entourage. King Shamon looked at the Jahaliyans expectantly. "We do not want war with Cetaes; I am confident that with proper accommodations, we can avoid it altogether. Myscindyr has redeemed itself fully and as such has received Goddess's Blessing: they and Jahaliya are one."

Ryoga could not help but grin as he added: "You see their fine buxom bodies. They are proudly nude, on display for each other ... we are a happy nation seeking harmony."

King Shamon sneered at the land dwellers, but as the Amazons posed before him he had to sink into the water as his massive cock jumped, the tip pulsing at the edge of ecstasy. Many of his dolphin guards were aroused as well, blushing fiercely and holding tight to their weapons as their own cocks brazenly jutted out from their slits.

The Amazons kept their own, flaunting their bodies in coy, demure ways, giving the Cetaceans and their own Jahaliyans peeks of their sexy features, hinting at things hidden and sumptuous.

"Harmony with us will be hard-won," King Shamon acknowledged, keeping an even tone as he denied the pleasure coursing beneath his skin. Impressively, his dolphins also held their poise. His sea lions, however, were not so stoic, and one snuck off behind some rocks. Sylvia observed this, pointed it to Ryoga, who smirked. "I've seen no evidence of surface dwellers changing and I doubt you ever will."

"A recess, then," the wolf asked, "we shall meet tomorrow with a demonstration you will find quite revealing. Shall we retire?"

"Immediately!" Shamon said, to the great relief of his guards. Ryoga wondered, watching them retreat, if the Cetaceans left a little too hurriedly.

***

An emergency meeting was held in Governor Cyndra's main dining hall, with the harem, the port authority, and the Amazons all in attendance. Drinks and light snacks were served, but not many guests indulged themselves in what was brought before them. Corsi picked at her food, while Athena ate it all with a displeased look on her face. "While I'm not hungry, I must fuel my body for the trouble ahead," the bunny said with a cringe, "all you do the same, fellow sluts."

The harem was inspired by this, and dug in with more fervor. Sylvia nodded approvingly at her General.

"This is our one chance, Jahaliyans and Vassals therein," Prince Ryoga noted from the head of the table. His arms were folded behind his back and his chest was out: he was regality incarnate.

"Cetaes knows Myscindyr forwards and backwards," Corsi chimed in, sitting up in her chair. The otter's breasts bounced as she gestured over the table. "They know all about the consummation and consumption of land males, the reckless littering."

The jaguar ice-mage, her body's curves framed sumptuously by gold vines that held her buttocks and breasts up and apart, drew up on the table, leaning over her food so that her nipples dotted across the lacquered wood. The suggestive act caught Corsi off-guard, as did it other Amazons who looked at their sister puzzledly. The jaguar arched herself over the table, her tail curling over her and rump stuck out.

"Go on," she purred.

"Ahem! I didn't know I was that entertaining," the otter chuckled. "Resuming, I think Jahaliya has a part in proving that Myscindyr has changed. Like our Amazonian slut over there, who needs to keep her paws above the table."

"What are you doing?" the Amazon next to the ice-mage barked, watching in astonishment--and arousal--as the jaguar's paws snaked between her legs and teased her soft, pink netherlips.

"They are above the table," she purred, stretching out over the wood, her lewd act reflected in its surface.

"It rests upon our shoulders that we must prove we 'land dwellers' are above their poor gossip." Ryoga resumed, watching indulgently as the jaguar groped herself. His sheath was quickly swollen, his pink mass growing from it. "And so, as our slutty Myscindryan mage is suggesting, we must demonstrate it openly."

"This is a great opportunity for us, sisters!" Cyndra declared, standing free of her chair, paws roving over her enormous breasts as she stared lustily at the erect Prince, "Much rides on this, and we have much to answer for! Our degradation as lusty sluts for this occasion shall be an act of penance! And of good faith towards a gorgeous wolf Prince," she purred, slinking over to him.

Ryoga let her come up behind him and rest her heavy bosom on either side of his head. Cradled in the warmth, the wolf murred as he watched the jaguar ahead convulse and roll over onto the table, her fingers deep within.

"As you can see from your colleague, Myscindryans," Ryoga stated, "the Goddess' Blessing takes on many forms. We can ride this divine element and put on a show for the orca King. You saw how pleased he was from your modest display today, didn't you?"

"He was on edge!" Corsi added. "There was precum in the water."

"Exactly." Ryoga barked. "So we'll put on a display of changed people he can't ignore."

"All the way?" the jaguar gasped, her paw running wet with juices. She was leaking onto her plate.

"That and much more." the wolf presented, his head popping free of Cyndra's breasts.

***

Sylvia had many Amazons standing in a row, decked out in their finest shoulder-pads, headdresses, and traditional animal-fur bikinis and bras. Alongside her was a cart loaded with cream-pies, the chef standing proudly beside them, her naked chest puffed out, as she had only learned the recipe the night before. With Goddess Blessing (and Sylvia's relentless perfectionism), she had conquered the recipe to a reasonable degree, with the lioness shrugging and saying, "It'll do," with a grin on her face.

The Cetacean audience arrived shortly after, at the prescribed time, and stood again in formation half-in, half-out of the water. King Shamon was again in his regal harness, and sneered at the land-dwellers as they stood at attention. Seeing the Amazons in their old clothing, he raised an eyebrow at Prince Ryoga, who instead of responding merely smiled and gestured toward General Athena, who was also decked out in her old Myscindryan garb.

The bunny itched uncomfortably under the covering, but she showed none of it to her audience. The Governor emerged behind her, covered in a heavy leather bikini that strained to hold her massive chest. Its straps were old--unused for many months--and so she walked with grace toward King Shamon.

"My great kingdom has come a long way!" she declared, her voice booming out over the port, causing Ryoga's sheath to swell and Athena's bikini to grow moist, "at one time we were savages holding a dreadful disdain for men and all outsiders. We were an island unto ourselves, and this proved unacceptable."

She gestured Ryoga over and the wolf strode over to her, fondling her stomach and working upwards. "Once told of Goddess and the glory of the cock," she declared, pushing Ryoga's sheath down around his hard flesh, exposing his rigid shaft, "we realized the error of our ways."

With that, Ryoga slashed a claw through the snow leopard's bikini straps, baring her breasts to their audience, causing many Cetacean cocks to stir under the surface.

"We were shown the error of our ways with beautiful males," she said as the wolf ripped her bikini off and nuzzled between her thighs, his tongue lapping her sweet flesh, "And so we have changed!" she groaned, kneeling down on the docks before the aqua folk, "For we lust for studly men and their big hard cocks," she said as Ryoga thrust into her, "Ah! We shall do anything."

When Ryoga plunged his cock into Cyndra's warm pussy, it set the other Jahaliyans off, and Corsi, Sylvia, and the rest of the Harem formed a line at the pie cart. Athena took the lead, prancing before her Jahaliyan colleagues, and began to sing:

A pie in the mouth is worth two in the bush,

We tip the tin upright and give it a push,

Strawberry-banana, lemon meringue,

Splat the pie southward to give it extra tang!

Splat-splat-splat, our sluts are feeling sultry!

Cheating on a diet isn't quite adultery.

Splat-pow-squish, how it cakes up the fur,

Confections and erections make this bunny go murr.

The Jahaliyans ripped Athena's clothes off and splatted her with pies, dashing one across her face and another across her breast, one on her ass and another to hang from her tail. The deed done, the sultry Jahaliyan sluts moved to the line of Amazons, tearing their clothes to shreds and saturating their exposed bodies with gooey cream filling.

Jessica, as she ground cherry-cream filling between the jaguar's breasts and made her suck on her fingers, briefly wondered whether or not the Cetans were enjoying it. The vixen looked backward and saw them watching in rapt attention, mesmerized at the blatant sexuality. Their impressive aquiline erections broke the surface of the water, and the fox's jaw dropped at the sight.

"Fuck her!" moaned the dolphin next to Shamon, thrusting at water and air. A sea lion escaped the water to masturbate in the mud, bucking madly into his flipper at the lewd, loud display.

Sylvia soon had the Amazons reorganized into two lines, their bodies already dripping in thick, gloppy cream, and a naughty pie joust began, with naked, pie-covered Amazons running at each other and hitting each other in the face, breast, stomach, and even pussy with sweet confectionery treats. They laughed and Athena continued in sing-song, having memorized many verses, while all this time more seals, dolphins, and sea lions surrendered to their burning libidos and groped themselves before this explicit sortie.

Ryoga pulled out and sprayed Cyndra's hindquarters with cum, shaking the last ropes out as he turned, panting, to watch the rest of the females fight and pie each other. He was a wolf on a mission. Still dripping, the Prince charged headlong into the mass of pie-covered women and pounced, landing on Corsi, and proceeded to fuck the otter silly as an Amazonian presented her cream-coated breasts for him to suck on, straddling Corsi's face.

Ryoga soon erupted onto her, too, pulling out with a lewd gush as Sylvia provided commentary.

"Our Prince, the bearer of Goddess Lust, is so blessed as to spread her joy far and wide," she said as he buried his face between Jessica's rump cheeks, motorboating the cream from between them. "Oh Amazons, the Prince is still horny for his harem; what shall you offer him?" she teased.

The jaguar ice-mage pulled Ryoga free of Jessica and soon fell under him, rolling onto her back and taken quickly after, her footpaws high in the air as he pounded deep into her, tongue hanging from his mouth. There was an Amazon behind him, licking under his tail, and there was an Amazon in front of him, who presented her cunny for him to suckle.

"Please, bless us with your cock!" the jaguar groaned, juices from the Amazon above her--and the wolf's own spit--dribbling on her breasts.

"Yes, Prince Ryoga!" Sylvia cheered, "Thrust it in like the blessed lover you are!"

The wolf's external sac bounced against the jaguar's body, and it mesmerized the Cetaceans.

King Shamon had too much, and as the dolphin next to him came into the water the orca's own massive cock blew. He thrust up, out of the water, breaching clear of the surface as he came. Orca cum rained down on Ryoga and his writhing pile of women, Jahaliyan and Myscindryan, spraying everyone in a thick coat of sperm.

King Shamon then landed, blasting back into the water and sending a gigantic wave toward the coast, washing them down with salt water and leaving only streaks of cum. For several minutes, the beach was nothing but land-dwellers laying in the wet sand, gasping for air, and in the water were the Cetans, bobbing along the surface in a viscous pool of water and cum.

Ryoga managed to stand, shaking sand from his fur, and stumbled forward with Athena under his arm, who was gently at work pawing his semi-erect wolfhood.

"King Shamon, have we of Jahaliya satisfied you with our new order?" he said in a pant, chest heaving.

The orca, rising from the musky waters, shook the slime from his body and folded his muscular flippers before him.

"While ... there are some details to work out," he said, his semi-erect cock retreating into its slit, "and challenges we must deal with, your point has been noted, wolf-Prince. Cetaes accepts your proposition. We shall work through these whalers together," he said with a bow.

Snapping to attention, King Shamon pressed his flippers against his sides and announced, "But this all remains to be seen. We shall meet again in the morning, surface dwellers, and I shall illustrate how you may affirm our faith. We shall discuss matters then!" he boomed.

Ryoga pulled a particularly stubborn string of cum from his chestfur and bowed in reciprocation, watching the King of Cetaes and his garrison swim out of the scummed-up port, which was still surprisingly clean despite the gallons of semen slowly sinking, forming evanescent stalactites below the surface.

"It's better than fresh ambergris," Jessica observed, seeing Ryoga's fascination with the undulating muck.

"Aye," he said with a chuckle.

At dinner in Cyndra's Great Hall, when everyone had bathed--and a few had fucked--Ryoga sat at the head next to his Governor, at her specific request, while the rest wiled away with a startlingly Spartan spread. Ryoga and his Harem had a golden roast beast to themselves; Cyndra and her subjects had fish and lemon.

"We are still in penance," Cyndra explained of the meager offerings given her and her Amazons, "Unless our demonstration today has absolved us."

"Results are what I'm after, but my faith is sustained," Ryoga started, tearing off a drumstick and shivering as the succulent scents teased his nose, "so this port must remain safe despite the sea's hazards. A viable bastion for sailors; you can save a lot of men."

The wolf paused and bit into the meat, his tail thrashing as juices poured into his mouth.

"Myscindyr thanks you, my Lord," Cyndra said with a bow.

"On that," Ryoga added, chewing vigorously, "train in sea rescue. Then your penance will be complete. This is the best that can be justly done."

"May I make a request?" she asked, sitting straight in her chair, her cape falling around her massive bosom. The jaguar ice-mage and a few Jahaliyans gaped at her imposing form; Sylvia fanned herself.

"Already?" Ryoga mocked, taking another massive bite.

"When our penance is complete. We are sluts second and warriors first. Athena has mentioned wargames--Myscindyr hosted many a bloodsport--and we would delight in demonstrating for all of Jahaliya what peerless warriors we are. I respectfully demand it, your highness."

Ryoga smirked, shaking the drumstick at his larger royal counterpart. "'Demand?' If your warriors are as bold as that mouth of yours, Myscindyr can join the front lines immediately thereafter. I'll have Athena coordinate with Sylvia and John for wargames at a later date. Now is the time to celebrate."

Part II - Coastal Encounters

Prince Ryoga Miscon awoke on the Grand Balcony in a pile of musky female bodies with a thick snow leopardess's thumb planted deep inside his rear and her previous head of the military, now part of his superlative military counsel, tightly knotted against him as remnants of their celebratory orgy the night before.

"I'm glad to see my Prince has enjoyed himself," came the purr of an older female. Sylvia, his Harem Matron, was already dressed in her sultry harness and boots, fur perfectly groomed, and walked toward him with steps echoing out onto the Grand Balcony. Ryoga had memories of his face buried deep within her tits from the night before. His cock pulsed within Athena, making her groan sleepily.

"Come, my sprightly wolf lord," she said as she stroked his matted cheek, offering her other paw to help him up, "it is time for business."

The wolf regained his grin, slowly pulling himself out of one female while the other female fell out of him. "Always the perfect disciplinarian," he murred, "I may channel Her spirit, but you represent Her law."

"It makes our indulgences all the better," the lioness said as she pulled Ryoga to stand. They held each other by the crook of their arms, and shook heartily as they shared a grin.

"Shall we wake the rest?" Ryoga asked after a moment.

"My dear Lord," Sylvia chuckled, "What in Jahaliya do you think you brought me for?"

The lioness left Ryoga's embrace and clapped her paws twice. It thundered over the Grand Balcony and echoed down to the port below, where a few dorsal fins were already beginning to appear. The pile of Myscindryans and Jahaliyans stirred immediately, and their Prince stood impressed.

"You twist your old profession in some playfully lewd ways, Sylvia," the Prince whispered to her, "Perhaps we could enjoy some of your ... strict frivolities later?"

"Another time!" the former schoolmistress scolded.

Twenty minutes had passed before all of Jahaliya and Myscindyr's best representatives were preened, cleaned, and present at the docks. King Shamon and his guard of sea lions and dolphins all swam with lingering erections before them, and a vigorous spirit of respect and business resonated between their unclothed parties.

"Prompt and naked, the Cetaen way!" King Shamon cheerfully announced. The land and sea-dwellers shared a chuckle at his joke. "Thank you; I thought I'd break the ice. It makes the 'shallows' easier to catch. Your demonstration yesterday warmed our waters--I didn't expect that land-dwellers embraced their bodies and libidos as readily as the heretofore legendary Jahaliyans, but here you all were, fornicating and frolicking to prove you're in tune with your natures. Maybe your Goddess' Blessing provided in such a beneficial meeting. So you have earned a chance at our challenge!" he boomed, throwing his muscular flippers in the air.

The orca's thick cock fell from its slit, hitting the water with a resounding slap. Corsi blushed and kept herself from applauding.

"If we are to entrust our waters to you, we demand a performance of competence. Your 'shallow,' here, I am calling out," he said, pointing at the otter.

Everyone's glance snapped at Corsi, which startled her, but saw her immediately stand at attention right after.

"I serve Goddess and Jahaliya!" she barked. Ryoga and Sylvia shared an impressed glance, then nodded at her in unison. Governor Cyndra punched her palm with her fist, bolstered by this confidence.

King Shamon grinned among an assortment of sneers from his aquatic legion. Corsi folded her arms over her ample chest and ignored them. "Your shallow is to find a special ring that had plunged to the depths with one of your surface ships. It is now on a shelf out that way," the orca said, pointing beyond Myscindrya's fortress to the outer horizon, "just before the water's true depths. Do not return to shore until you've recovered the ring."

"It's a rough journey but I'll take it," Corsi conferred with Sylvia, nodding to Ryoga, "the waters go cold but Goddess ensures I can handle the pressure."

The younger Jahaliyans shared trepidation in their eyes. Sylvia held their shoulders, one in each paw, and glared protectively at Corsi. "By your word, aquatic huntress," she said, "Care for yourself."

After this conference the Jahaliyans parted, and Corsi took a running sprint off the docks to plunge right beside King Shamon, nearly missing his cock and his body, cutting like a torpedo toward her quest.

The orca and his legion watched the furry creature in wonder, but then turned back to Cyndra and Ryoga's company with a collective sneer.

"Your warrior is fast, but hasty," Shamon remarked, "I was not able to warn her of the aforementioned Current-Men--our criminals--that infested those waters."

Death infested Ryoga's eyes. If they could summon swords, he would have made the Cetaen fleet into sushi right there. Sylvia held him back, while Cyndra corroborated his murderous lust with a nod.

"It is up to Corsi, now," the lioness whispered, her paw trembling on his chest.

The otter was speeding along currents at an intermediate depth, cutting through seaweed and schools of fish like a spear. Trepidation was replaced with amused mockery as she quickly approached the ring's supposed location; the sun had barely moved above the waves.

A pod of dolphins confronted her. Many of them were scarred; some of them bore crude jewelry and piercings. Most of them were male, and their cocks hung freely from their slits in varying stages of erection. None of them seemed willing to move.

"Sorry to be in your way!" Corsi ventured, communicating in the universal clicks and squeaks of Cetaen talk, "I just need to be on the other side of this ridge. Hope your day is going well!"

"Can it, tuna," the lead dolphin declared, "We know why you're here and your enemy's paid us to stop you."

The otter swam a few paces back, mentally noting the knives on her harness. "Be forewarned," she said with a bristle, "if it's blood you want, it'll be paid in platinum. I represent all of Jahaliya!"

"We can bear a few trout-stickers," he sneered, "we weren't thinking of killing you. Just ... holding you up."

As he spoke, his cock, pierced at the head by a fishhook, rose to a full twelve inches. The others in his gang responded in kind, all of them leering at her nude form.

Corsi gulped, her air running low. "Whatever 'my enemy' is paying you," she stammered, "I'll double it. You're fishing in the wrong pond."

"The money's a good incentive," the dolphin brushed off, swimming towards her with his pod, "but there's no pussy like struggling, drowning pussy. This is a rape, bitch."

Corsi's blood ran cold. She counted the dolphins again: she needed air before she could start filleting, and if they drug her down there'd be none of either. She was in deep trouble.

The otter bolted sideways, away from shore and toward the open water. The dolphins lunged for shore--expecting the land-dweller to reach land--and Corsi grinned at her successful feint. She breached the surface and sailed, gulping air before she plunged down again. The vast depths yawned before her, and so she circled around to the border corals, disappearing in their midst.

"I have to find a way to outmaneuver them or I'm literally sunk," she thought as a dolphin spotted her and alerted the others. The coral pricked her fingertips, but among the thick hair on her arms it merely scratched. Corsi spent a pocket of air on a malicious chuckle.

"Time to see if these dolphins are the chicken of the sea."

Corsi darted out amongst the coral and the dolphins charged her. She flashed her sharp teeth at them and raised her tail, taunting them with her bulbous behind. This just made them swim faster, and the lead one blasted into a growth of coral, slashing his bald skin and spraying a cloud of blood into the water.

This dolphin squealed, belching precious air bubbles, then turned around and swam off. Two of the thugs followed, but their pierced leader and the rest were still in hot pursuit. Corsi gritted her teeth and doubled down, eyeing a distant patch of coral and wreckage at the other side of this basin. With a burst of speed, she shot towards the surface, her attackers close behind her. A set of jaws nearly caught the skin of her tail, ripping fur as she burst out of the water, sailing in a high arc while the pod burst out behind her, following.

Corsi broke through the surface and narrowly dodged a sharp array of coral. A dolphin plunged in behind her, crashing headlong into it and squealing as it shredded his skin. His compatriots crashed into similar obstacles: this was a garden of blades, and only the leader made it through.

Seeing red, his blood pumping hot and his henchmen's blood clouding the water, he angrily fumbled through the bitter reef, scars scraping against fresh edges, his muscular body snapping colorful structures in half as he barrelled forward. As they headed into a depression, Corsi was losing ground, quickly, cornered against a sunken hulk of broken ship's hull.

The dolphin was soon upon her, but like a rag sucked into a vacuum, the otter suddenly folded in half and slipped ass-first through an open porthole. Her rapist gave pursuit and firmly wedged himself in the corroded brass ring.

"If you were looking for a tight hole, you found one!" the otter taunted, grinning. The dolphin struggled to back himself out of it, but Corsi was already behind him, sticking her knife against his dorsal fin. "Nuh-uh. You're telling me about who sent you or I'm making soup."

"You can suck my fishhook, slut!" he snarled, wriggling against the trap, "She'll give me a new one!"

"The s-word means something else where I'm from, guppy," she chuckled, then tipped the porthole's hatch over his back and wedged him into place. "I'll give you time to think. Or sink. I'm getting thirsty for some sweet, refreshing air. See you after, what; is it twenty minutes for your kind?"

Corsi started up toward the surface, humming the Jahaliyan pie song, her ears tweaked backwards as loud slams, squeaks, and a few guttural coughs spluttered out behind her.

"Let me out! I'll tell you everything," he cried, blinking rapidly as the world darkened around him. Corsi was behind him and pulling him free before he could swallow any more water. He found a knife to his dorsal and a knife against his cock as soon as he resurfaced, gasping for air.

"Maybe I should have threatened 'Long John' first; you wouldn't be so blue around the gills," she snarked, tapping her blade against his piercing.

"An angry orca nearly bit my cock off once," he gasped, avoiding her gaze, "As in, she didn't succeed in completely severing it."

"That's horrible."

"Trust me, slut; I've had worse."

"So who is 'she?' Could she give you a new one if I managed to sever it?"

"You females and your cock-sawing!" Corsi snarled and pushed her blade against it. "Calm down! Yes, her. I'm retiring if land-pussy is going to be this hard to get. I don't know her name. She's a grey unicorn with massive... what do you call those?"

"Tits."

"Yes, those. Monstrous, whale-sized tits! All her land-minions say she's beautiful--I prefer a good sea lion--but I've attended a few surf-and-turf meetings and they whip their cocks out as soon as she leaves the room. This, of course, is after she's gone on and on about fucking the glorious cock of your virile wolf Prince! It gives me at least thirty minutes to swim to the beach and ... "

"Stay on point, rapey," she growled, seeing a few peeping Amazons hiding in the brush on the shore. She hit the back of his skull with the flat of her knife, producing a loud slap. "Or I'll throw you to the real man-haters."

The dolphin narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as he looked upon the Myscindryans. "My cousin's body was found in their corpse-pile. Rape goes both ways."

"I'm sorry for your loss. Keep talking."

"At least you're civil. Our financier paid our pod to make sure your surface nation wouldn't have a port or passage to this region. Not that we needed money to hate Myscindrya or her allies. She also gave us reassurance the whalers would leave our species alone! No tuna nets or anything!"

"So she has ties to the whalers. And the Poacher Queen?"

"Most definitely," he said, making an ugly face at the Amazons. They shook spears and bows at him; Corsi batted a paw at them. They stood down. Corsi muttered curses against the Poacher Queen under her breath.

"My name is Vorpa, by the way," he said.

"Corsi."

Vorpa's eyes went wide. "The Sailfish of Jahaliya!"

The otter grinned and put her knuckles against her forehead, freeing Vorpa's cock. "I'm not that fast, but I'll keep the name."

"You... you've never heard it before?" he asked in wonder. "But of course. It's Cetacean Legend."

"They never tell us anything," Corsi remarked, and then smirked. "But here's your Sailfish, made manifest."

"The Current-Men are banned from Cetaes, by edict of King Shamon."

"He has good taste."

"Regardless. My ex-henchmen will be reporting their encounter with the Sailfish to my ex-boss," Vorpa said, looking at her for the first time. He bowed his head. "It'll serve to bolster your country's envy-inducing reputation. You can let me go now, or cut my fin off. That's all I know."

"Do you know of any sunken treasure around here? Specifically, a 'special ring' carried aboard one of the ships that went down in the area?"

Vorpa's face knotted with thought, then his head tentatively nodded. "I'm sure I have one or two in my personal stash. Plundering is my _other_hobby."

The otter's eyes sparked; her free knife sunk below the water's surface.

"My only hobby, I mean! I don't sink the ships; the area is high in plunder because it's high in sharp edges. It tempts some sailors in and rips their ships to shreds. Follow me back; in exchange for some armistice--and my dorsal fin--I can line your pockets."

Vorpa suddenly blushed fiercely; Corsi jumped as his cock sprung to life and smacked into her thigh. The otter growled and pushed the blade against him, drawing blood just below his fin.

"Sorry! Sorry!" the dolphin profusely apologized. "I see quite vividly that you don't have pockets."

"You've got a lot to sort out, buddy," Corsi said with a roll of her eyes. "Maybe Goddess can help you if she doesn't strike you down. Listen," she glared, wiping her knife on her shoulder before holstering both of them in her harness. "I'm just here for a challenge to ensure Cetaen-Myscindyr-Jahaliyan unity. King Shamon wants a special ring to prove we're competent to fight the whalers."

"That's one fight I want no part of," Vorpa said, shaking his scarred head, "But I'll get you five golden rings and hopefully one of them is what the 'Great Ego of the Sea' is looking for."

Corsi grabbed Vorpa's dorsal fin, making him flinch. He expected her knife. "Give me a ride; my legs are tired."

They arrived in no time--which was a rather accurate approximation, for Corsi kicked her feet and steered with her rudder while on Vorpa's back, accelerating the pair through schools of fish, other dolphins, and sea lions that did not see them before they'd passed, merely spinning confusedly, end over end, in the pair's consuming wake.

Corsi and Vorpa shared a stunned, stupefied look as they entered his secret cove beneath the waves. Between a superlative swimmer and a native marine creature, they'd reached unnatural speeds. In this, they shared a kinship. The dolphin produced from his stash a circlet on each fin, holding them all out to the otter. "Many overconfident royals have met their fate in these waters, assuming themselves adventurers. Take them." Vorpa jerked his head forward, tossing up a crown that had been hanging on his dorsal.

"I'd imagine it's the big one, if any," Corsi said, loading the ornamental headdresses around her arms before pressing the crown around her own head. She looked around Vorpa's body, then pointed at a set of lacquered leather sacks of gems and coins behind him. Each was embossed with a silver monogrammed seal.

"'R.I.?'" she read aloud.

"Yes," Vorpa bowed, "Regina Imperium; direct from her vaults. It's not plunder; it's my pay. If our unicorn gangster is _not_the Poacher Queen herself, she's a direct line to her."

Corsi had already made her way to the exit of the cave, claws nervously scratching against the rock, her mind running. "The Poacher Queen paid you to rape me?" she asked, no longer able to stomach the sight of the dolphin.

"In essence," he responded. "The means were up to us; the end was your death."

"That bitch is still reigning havoc, even after we cured Queen Cyndra. Damn her!!" she snarled, her fur rising, undulating in the waters' currents. "Give me a bag of gems and a bag of coins. You owe me _that_much in material goods. The rest, pay unto Goddess. Let's call it a tithe...and evidence."

"Willingly," Vorpa sighed, carrying them in his mouth and dropping them in her paw. Corsi's paw was stretched out behind her; her body deliberately faced forward. "There is one more thing..." he said.

Corsi slammed her fist against the cave wall, sending a shiver through the cavern's waters. A stalactite tumbled from the ceiling. Vorpa quivered in fear.

"Th-there is a magic band still contained within a vessel. It's along the way! Just in case the crown doesn't do it...maybe the band is the answer?"

"I'll dredge up the entire port if it means being free of scum like you," she growled.

"If you would follow me, Sailfish," he stammered as he carefully swam past her, giving her a wide berth. He saw her nearest paw flinch for her knife; he somewhat expected it to fly from her hip and drive through his kidney. She hooked her thumb in her harness. Vorpa sighed in relief. "I shall lead you to your destination and ... I could surrender myself to the Cetaen King! I will go through his legal system."

"Better if you'd go through his digestive system," she grumbled. "But Goddess will treat you better. Come with me; let's grab the ring. You surrender the names and locations of your henchmen and Prince Ryoga will help you with a plea bargain."

"Will he protect me from King Shamon?"

"That's between him and Goddess. Shall we get swimming?"

"I'll make myself useful."

Corsi grabbed onto Vorpa's fin and they sped off in the other direction, plunging through forests of seaweed and dodging various shipwrecks until Vorpa stopped hard at the beginning of a gully--barely visible were the rust-colored remains of a bow's golden oak hull, jutting out from the depths like a monster's jaws. The fractured masts swung limply in the deep ocean currents like withered fingers.

"I've never seen that bow styling before," Corsi said.

"Yes. Of a wizard's kingdom that began and ended upon the bauble you'll find. Their saving grace, lost to the depths."

"Little wonder King Shamon wants it. Let's go."

Corsi tightened her grip on Vorpa's fin, and they sank down among the rocks, passing through a massive hole in the ship's flank, punctured by magic or an unusually large projectile. They proceeded inside, swimming around rotted furniture and ruins. Around a table sat a ring of skeletons; their hands rested atop each other.

"A seance," Corsi whispered. "While they were sinking?"

The golden crown rested in the next room, sat atop the skull of a skunk who was leaning upon the sword skewered through his ribcage and stuck in the wall behind him. Corsi shivered at his grim remains, then took the ring from his head and looped it around Vorpa's fin. She patted the dolphin on the side, whispering "We're done here." as she gave one final glance at the remains.

They escaped the wreckage and sailed just below the surface, minding King Shamon's decree. When they neared the Myscindryan port, Vorpa stopped, slipped out of Corsi's grasp, and held the golden crown out to the otter.

"Oh, no!" Corsi objected, grabbing the crown and pulling Vorpa in, "You promised!"

Vorpa let out a scared yelp. "He can finish me in one bite! I can't!" he cried. A murky cloud sprayed out from under him: he'd voided his bowels, fouling the water.

Corsi gagged, then grabbed Vorpa around the neck and pulled him out of his mess, swimming forcibly to shore. "Calm down! You should feel better already," she snarked, grimacing as she held down her lunch. "Just turn in your henchmen and give them the particulars of this busty unicorn and Prince Ryoga shall work with you."

The two emerged to an audience of everyone Corsi had seen the day before: Upon Ryoga's insistence, the Jahaliyans were at the docks and awaiting their compatriot's return.

Some of the Amazons and Cetaen bodyguards were showing signs of boredom, their at-attention stances slackening, but straightened again as soon as the otter broke the water, hoisting the crown aloft, Vorpa's other treasures packed under her other arm.

"Our valiant warrior slut has returned!" Prince Ryoga cheered. "My soldier, did you know they call you the Sailfish of Jahaliya? I couldn't get enough of your legend! Tell me. Why did the best land-dwelling swimmer, my best 'shallow,' take so long on her quest?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Yes, my 'friend' here told me about it. Not all of it, though. I was attacked, by this dolphin and his crew. He shall speak for himself," she said, leaving Vorpa's side and handing her treasures up to her Prince. He read "R.I." on the sides of the lacquered leather sacks and his lips rolled back to brandish his teeth. Corsi vehemently nodded to him and thrust her paw out to Vorpa, who was trembling before the massive King Shamon.

"Y-yes," he stammered, "My name is Vorpa. In the interest of preventing a port of passage for your land nation, Regina Imperium paid me and my gang to..."

"Traitor of our Genus!" roared King Shamon, his muscular flippers flying into the air and sending water spraying to the shore, "I'll feast on your flesh!" The great orca slammed down towards the dolphin, his maw open wide to bite the creature in half.

"Wait!" Corsi barked, springing into Vorpa and tackling him to the side. King Shamon splashed down in front of the docks, sending an enormous wave sweeping over the shore, soaking every last land-dweller present.

"Please control yourself, Your Majesty!" Corsi shouted, pulling Vorpa behind her, "he's here to turn himself in! He has information on the Poacher Queen and he'll sell out his accomplices! Kill him now and you learn nothing!"

"Very well," the orca said, standing upright in the water, "but he better be illuminating."

"Of course," Prince Ryoga inserted, "we all act towards the interest of peace. What did you think of our Sailfish?"

"She is fearless and wise," King Shamon replied, smiling at the otter, "and she'd be welcome on the beaches! I shall consider Jahaliya's counsel."

"You are wise as you are mighty," Ryoga said with a smirk.

"Traitor," Shamon snarled, remembering the occasion, "You will cooperate exactly with my demands; you rest on a narrow coast shelf. Tell me everything, now, and I will not rend you into krill fragments."

Vorpa spoke rapidly, in a panic, secretly glad that he'd relieved himself before arriving. He spoke at length about the Poacher Queen's operation and her designs to claim Myscindyr and its port for her own, turning into a processing plant for whale oil, blubber, ambergris--everything, and making a fortune at it.

The orca's bodyguards began shying away from him; veins under Shamon's skin made themselves apparent, and Prince Ryoga held up a firm paw. His fur was still dripping from the King's last attack.

"If the Poacher Queen is not here, you uselessly expend your energy," he asserted.

The orca calmed down, nodding affirmatively at him. Ryoga made a quick bow, then turned back to Vorpa. "Are any of her minions still in the area?" he asked.

"I don't think so. The whaling crew's presence has sharply dropped off; I overheard one crew complaining that the best season has already passed, so they'll be terrorizing a different territory for the next few months."

"They won't be pleased when your colleagues submit their report about your less than felicitous attempt," Sylvia observed, striding forward. She pressed her knuckle against the underside of her jaw. "So you tried to rape my student?" she asked.

"We're an ugly bunch of depraved bastards, ma'am," Vorpa answered.

"Correct."

"B-but I wouldn't be too concerned about them!" Vorpa followed, "Those guppy-brained hooligans would rather lie through their bottlenoses than face punishment for failure! And they'd expect me to do the same."

The lioness paused to think, pacing on the docks and nodding as each fact fell into place and interlocked like her favorite jigsaw puzzle. "Yes, yes... they wouldn't expect a fully-coordinated compliment of Cetaen-Myscindryan allies. Goddess bless this fortune."

"It's a gambit," General Athena piped up, "but if Cetaes's strategists would confer with me and work out the lay of the surrounding sea, our response would be more harmonious than the dancing of our Harem Sluts, shedding blood freely as cum."

Prince Ryoga openly laughed.

"We can hide things well underwater," a sea lion spoke out, swimming along King Shamon's side. This adjunct bowed to his King as he passed. "and the whalers would be expecting some chaos. In fact, why not let us sink one of your older ships--something nearly out of service--and carry your crew, underwater, back to a safe zone? We could fake-drown any thespian who wants in on the plot!"

"What a devious ruse!" Sylvia opined. "What say you, Portmaster?"

"I've already got ideas for grottos with underwater entrances," said a beaver in a hard yellow helmet, "they were going to be emergency storage sheds, but they'll accommodate a few bodies each!"

"'Portmaster?'" whispered Athena to Prince Ryoga.

"Who do you think is building the docks and their facilities?" the wolf returned.

"You see, sire?" the sea lion asked as he turned back to his King. "This alliance only strengthens us! Look at all the possibilities!"

"Indeed," King Shamon said as he pushed past his adjunct, folding his flippers before the Prince. "And during any battles, should one of us irrevocably beach ourselves, I ask Myscindyr to assist us. That would be invaluable aid of itself. If that be so, you have my cooperation. And you!" he shouted at Vorpa, "will join my army. Of course, that means you're under my discipline!"

"Yes Your Majesty!" the scarred, thuggish dolphin squeaked, hurriedly swimming to the back of Shamon's ranks.

"Is there anything further Jahaliya might offer to seal this accord?" Prince Ryoga asked. "Anything at all?"

"Your indulgent ways," Shamon stated.

"Yes, what about them?"

"Share them."

Prince Ryoga threw his head back and laughed, thrusting his paws into the air. "I'm flattered," the silver and alabaster wolf thrust his finger forward, jabbing at the royal orca as if to shower him with lightning, "I'll gladly demonstrate the joys of the Blessing."

The orgy commenced in a few hours' time. Harnesses, boots, capes, helmets, were left in the sand, or for the Cetaens, a few meters out under the water. The naked Prince and his Jahaliyans, the naked Governor and her Myscindryans, came to the water's edge as King Shamon and his coterie of dolphins and sea lions lined up before the docks. Thick cocks hung out from their sheaths and slits; nipples stood rock hard and the land-dwelling females enjoyed the moist twitchiness of anticipation between their thighs. A lone sea lioness looked hungrily at the naked wolf Prince, and Ryoga grinned as soon as he spotted her.

But, as soon as the wolf Prince spread his arms and turned his hands to the sky, summoning the beginning of their sexual reverie, he bowed to the side as Corsi took a running leap off the dock, the Sailfish of Jahaliya plunging into the water and dragging the male sea lions down with her through the sheer force of her reputation.

Beneath the waves, Corsi danced, twisting, gyrating, and winding through the water to the ardent regard of the seals, their cocks hard, standing free of their slick, smooth bodies as she exemplified just how graceful a land-dweller could be beneath the waves. The otter pointed at one and beckoned him over, and as soon as her legs were wrapped around him, her silky folds rubbing against his member, the rest quickly beset themselves upon the brilliant female, wrestling against each other to be pleasured by the mouth, hands, tits, rump, feet, and pussy of the peerless Sailfish of Jahaliya.

Ryoga met a sea lioness in the shallows of the port, who fought against herself as she beheld the confident, beautiful diplomat of Jahaliya.

"I must look ugly to you," she blurted as she turned from him, but soon felt furry arms about her and a hot, hard cock against her back.

"Nay!" he said with a lustful growl, "Not with those large, wet eyes and your luxuriant squishiness. With that combination, how could I not have you?"

"My Prince, you are too generous!" she giggled as he came around her, straddling her body. His cock dragged against her slick wet skin, finding its home in a deep slit on her underside. The wolf grunted as he penetrated her, arching his back and regally thrusting his chest out as he expertly fucked her.

All the Amazons leapt into the water with their Jahaliyan comrades, cheering and screaming at this lively pool party as they all found sires to fuck, dolphins, sea lions, and King Shamon himself. They rubbed their wet furry breasts against the water mammals' smooth skin, and they took the sea lions' and the dolphins' cocks in their mouths and their cunnies with joyous voraciousness.

On the docks, Sylvia had to openly laugh as King Shamon bent over her, groaning and thrashing in the water as her skillful paw stroked him to orgasm, the orca unused to the land-dwellers' dextrous paws.

"See what happens when you take a load off, your Majesty?" she asked as he sprayed her down in killer whale cum, dousing her fur and having it run all over the deck. The snow leopard, the corners of her snout sticky with dolphin cum, stepped up behind Sylvia and pulled her away, squeezing her sticky tits as she stood the lioness up.

"You best not be spent," the Governor said to the King, "as you must feel the delights of that hard cock between a great pair of tits."

"I'm just getting warmed up!" he loudly declared, falling onto his back with a hefty splash. Corsi and her several seal suitors moved as a unit, fucking her face, pussy, rump, paws, and tits above and below the surface, up and down, in and out. Other Jahaliyans, Cetaceans, and Amazons got disconnected from each other, but quickly found a different set of silky folds or a hefty cock to satisfy their burning lust. The water soon became frothy from their ardent pleasures.

"Sire, will you be all right?" a sea lion asked as he fucked General Athena's face, his flippers pinning the bunny's ears to her skull. "Can you breathe?"

"Don't worry about me!" Shamon said with a chuckle, groaning as the naked snow leopard pounced his sticky cock and squeezed it between her hefty tits. Soon he was moaning and thrusting heartily, the orca's eyes practically rolling behind his eyespots as he teased the edge of consciousness, his sole pleasure the hot, slick pleasure of his enormous cock thrusting in between Governor Cyndra's breasts.

Ryoga howled and lifted the sea lioness free of the waters, his balls churning and cock pumping wave after wave of wolf cum deep into her pussy, his mind distant from the realization just how impressive a feat of strength this was for him. She was easily twice his size, but he didn't care as he lay her down again, pulled his wolf cock free of her as he was still cumming, frantically frotting her slick stomach to lacquer her underside and the insides of his thighs with sticky, hot goo.

Corsi was driven ashore, beached on her side as one seal fucked her up the ass and the other drilled her cream-filled cunny, the otter gasping for breath and grabbing pawfuls of sand. She felt she was being fucked by two waterbeds--their skin was incredible against her fur, their cocks pistoned in and out of her in perfect unison, and the slick blubber sandwiched against her back and her stomach soothed her as much as it aroused her. She'd be walking funny for a week.

"Your Jahaliyan lust is glorious; we heard that you fuck like no other surface-dweller but we never knew!" the seal behind her rattled off, pounding her rump until he hilted against it and came deep within. The seal in front of her pulled out and sprayed her tits down with cum. "Ugh, take it, Sailfish... we heard of the Blessing ... but this is the real deal." Two more seals replaced them after they rolled back into the water, presenting their cocks to her face and nearly melting as she blew each of them in alternation.

King Shamon bellowed as he reached his second orgasm, his cock erupting directly into Cyndra's face as he plunged backwards into the ocean, clouding the murky water even further as he circled back up for breath and breached the waves entirely, coating the snow leopard in gallons of semen as she struggled for dear life to hold onto his spasming phallus.

A cummy otter tackled her Prince in the shallows as the orgy came to a close, smearing the wolf all over as she presented herself for one final fuck. The two rolled around the sticky shores until their coats were indistinguishable amidst the sand and semen, and King Shamon shook flippers with Governor Cyndra to signify their alliance.

The next morning, at the docks, after all their musky joyousness had cycled back into the ocean and left the beach looking relatively normal, a perfectly preened Prince Ryoga chiseled his name into a stone tablet drafted by King Shamon's sea lion adjunct. A table had been carried from Cyndra's great hall to facilitate diplomacy on the dock.

Ryoga's newly-minted Jahaliya-Cetaes ambassador, a portly walrus who was quite frustrated he'd missed out on the fun the night before, verified the document and slapped a sheet of papyrus over it to make a charcoal copy.

"You young sorts and your wild orgies. Had you planned it in advance, I would not have been stuck at my snail and shipwax sampling course. Must everything be off the cuff with you?" he complained.

The Prince chuckled and took the sheet of papyrus from him, rolling it up and handing it off to General Athena. "This job's as cushy as a sea lioness's belly," the wolf responded, smiling brightly, "Your post will be low profile initially, and you'll have a carriage and chauffeur to take you between the main port and various outlets King Shamon has clued us in to. And plenty of sex; just ask and arrangements can be made."

"I presume accommodations shall otherwise be suitable for a Jahaliyan diplomat?" the walrus huffed, endorsing the stone tablet with a chisel before sliding it back to the orca.

"Only if that is the last reckless comment you make to your employer and your Prince," the wolf said with a flash of his teeth, his eyes twinkling merrily. The walrus haughtily looked aside, unimpressed with the wolf's fangs compared against his ivory tusks. "I am a conduit through which Goddess' Blessing flows, and you shall bathe in my outpouring the same as any proper Jahaliyan."

"Of course, Your Majesty," he begrudgingly admitted. "Shall that include dental?"

The Prince batted a paw as he stood free of the table. "You may as well ask if there are erections in Jahaliya! Of course there's dental!" he chuckled, striding towards Corsi who was being chatted up from a few of her suitors the day before. He regally nodded to the seals who bowed before him, then excused themselves to leave him and Corsi alone.

"Don't mind them, Sire!" she said as she curtseyed before him, stumbling from yesterday's orgy. "They'll be Vorpa's squadmates, though I'm sure they didn't come back just to tell me in person."

Ryoga watched them quickly swim out to port, his paws interwoven under his cape, behind his back. "Their cocks are stiff as keels. With you in their minds, they'll never capsize."

Corsi blushed profusely, as did Ryoga with the memories of their turgid night.

"This peace is to your credit, our royal Sailfish," he stated, watching the port bustle with Amazon, Cetaen, and Jahaliyan interaction. "Your astounding courage, wisdom, and Goddess-blessed sexuality made this all possible."

The wolf's cock poured from his sheath as he spoke, and Corsi felt her netherlips grow moist from the sight and his sentiment. "I'm honored to serve, Sire," she said with a tremble.

Prince Ryoga effortlessly scooped her up and turned back toward the Jahaliyan airship, his cock bobbing from side to side as he walked. The otter stroked his cheek, feeling her underside glow with warmth against his arm.

His compatriots noticed their Prince sneaking off, with King Shamon in the lead thrusting a muscular flipper out as the rest of Jahaliya politely took their leave and followed him onboard.

"The Goddess' Blessing makes him insatiable! Bring me a sea lioness, adjunct; I am inspired!" the orca openly laughed. Then his eyes settled upon Vorpa, and Shamon leered at him as his thick cock grew hard.

"Actually, why don't I break in our repentant criminal?"

"It's been a while, Your Majesty; please be gent--OOOF!" the scarred dolphin grunted, gritting his teeth as the massive orca thrust under his tail.

Corsi and Ryoga were too busy to notice, openly humping on the deck as the helmsman went over his checklist. The tiger slapped his forehead as their walrus ambassador rolled up the gangplank.

"Goddess bless this airship!" he complained, checking his pressure gauges. "Crew," he shouted, "please balance yourself around the rim of the ship; we've got a little extra turbulence and a little extra _weight_to accommodate!"

The walrus haughtily huffed at this, and Sylvia quickly responded by running up to him and easing him towards the center of the deck, a few yards away from the wolf and otter's open fucking. The lioness planted a kiss on the walrus's cheek, and giggled as the rotund creature blushed.

"Absolutely adorable, ambassador. Welcome to Jahaliya."