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The jackal princess sprawled out on her fine silk sheets and mewled in pleasure, raking her footclaws against the soft fabric as she scraped one paw over the soft, thick fur of the wolf woman atop her. Her other paw glided over her belly, starting to swell from the puppies growing inside.

Jasmine's muzzle dripped in sweet feminine succor as she thrust it again under the wolfess's tail, lapping at Robin's slick, delicate folds as her own hips lifted off the bed. The black wolf pressed her tits against Jasmine's baby bump as she slithered between her thighs, nibbling at her wet, sensitive anatomy as it became a sort of race to see who could get the other off first.

Both of them wives to the great Prince Ryoga Miscon of Jahaliya, Jasmine happily noted to herself that she was happy they were not rivals, as her thin muscular tongue squished inside Robin's pussy, she gorging herself on the wolf's sweet hormonal bouquet. They were two sides of the same matrimonial coin, and when Ryoga was away, well: they always had each other.

Robin's back straightened like a bow as Jasmine plunged inside her, and the jackal felt the wolf's claws digging into the back of her thighs, just above her buttocks. Robin raised her head and loosed an ecstatic cry. Her hips acted on autopilot, bucking above Jasmine as she soaked her wife's face in keen, musky juices, her vagina pulling at the jackal's tongue to drive it deeper.

The wolf gasped and rolled off of Jasmine, careful of her belly, and stared dazedly at the ceiling. Jasmine rolled over and straddled Robin's neck.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, then ran her paw through the thick black ruff of Robin's headfur ... and pushed her face deep into her cunt.

Jasmine fucked herself on Robin's face until the pillow under Robin's head was soaked, then Jasmine stood to preen her fur as Sapphire rushed in with an army of servants. With a snap of her fingers, the fennec directed them left and right, floor to ceiling. Sapphire helped Robin stand--she stumbled twice--and then the servants stripped the bed. They stretched new sheets over the downy mattress, threw a thick duvet over that, and then crowned it with a mountain of gold-trimmed red satin pillows. Other servants set upon Jasmine and Robin with brushes, moist towels, and perfumes. They cleaned the womens' fur from toe to chin, fluffing every follicle and then brushing it down until it shimmered in low torchlight, curling the edges to give their silhouettes a gentle furry glow.

Robin patted Sapphire's breast and with another snap, the room was empty again. The wolf pushed her paws against the small of her back and cracked her spine, looking back at their playground. The room was straightened, sex toys dried and arranged on a silver plate, a water pitcher refilled: the room was pristine.

"Remarkably aggressive of you, Jasmine; any harder and my head would've caved in. Is it the extra hormones or is there something on your mind?" she said, gliding over to run her claws through the jackal's colored back, thinking of dark sands.

Jasmine stood before a floor-to-ceiling mirror and cupped one paw below her stomach and one paw above, holding an imagined bulge. Her paws flattened out on her body and she smiled at Robin's reflection. The reflection's eyes met hers.

"I don't know how professed lesbians do it. My jaw aches and still I tingle for a good hard cock," she said, and Robin chuckled. Jasmine reached back and grabbed the wolf's muzzle, holding it as an anchorpoint as she pivoted around. Robin's eyes were wide; Jasmine released her.

"But you, my love; were you a little faster I would have sank into the bed, down deep until I tunneled through to foreign lands. Your tongue and your lips, those prickly sparse whiskers; they knew my labia like the back of your paw!"

Robin blushed and turned away, drumming her knuckles on the counter, looking at the sex toys as if they had answers. "You honor me, princess; the ... hmm ... but the words you lavish upon me pale in comparison to the ... ostentatious ... tongue-fucking you so graciously bestowed upon my cu- my, ah ... lady ... palace ...?"

Jasmine giggled and snuck up behind Robin, squeezing her shoulders as she pushed her hips against Robin's buttocks. The wolf's ears went back. Jasmine whispered into them.

"You mean to say that the silver of my tongue is good for pretty prattle, but better for gilding your loins?"

Robin squealed and turned around, bent back against the dresser. Jasmine leered over her, and Robin pushed against her breast. "What's gotten into you?! You're hilarious, you're intense; you're glowing!"

"I'm free, my dear," Jasmine said, then pulled Robin into a deep kiss. The wolf assented: Jasmine's eyes were closed; Robin's wandered the ceiling, where more mirrors awaited her. There, she saw herself, a sprightly young wolf with fur the color of sheer, shining obsidian, pulled fast against a jackal with sandy-brown fur, a turtle's shell patch of black on her back, and a lust that even now, she could feel warming the front of her left thigh. "When I lost my clothes, I lost my chains!"

Robin pulled away from the kiss and wiped her mouth. Her ears burned and she could not bear to look the jackal in the eye, so intense was the affection directed at her; it was like two suns burning her fur! "Jasmine? Would you like to walk around the palace? Let the inner windows of the courtyard blow some cool air on that vent?"

Jasmine giggled again, then her paw stroked from Robin's wrist up to her bicep, then down again to clasp the wolf's paw. "Goddess bless you, dear; after you've eaten at the elaborate table of unfettered, feminine lust you refer to it in the gutter-tongue of a juvenile knockabout. A 'vent' is for walls."

The jackal kneaded the wolf's knuckles and palms. Robin blushed, and knew that she could not tear her paw away without violence. She cleared her throat.

"Let's get you some air, honey. I think the ancient erotic poems from the library are starting to crumble, and have gotten into a vent or two. You've clearly inhaled their dust. I'll get our harnesses and boots," she said. She broke free of Jasmine with a push, then rolled her eyes as her arm shot backwards, attached to a persistent paw. Jasmine followed with an afterglow grin that, given time, would age into a "come hither" stare of desperate, genuine arousal, thus restarting the cycle.

"No harnesses, dear. Why should leather have the luxury of separating your sumptuous breasts, or lifting your bulbous buns?"

"Fine, no harnesses. Boots?"

"No boots!" Jasmine barked, her chin inclined skyward. Again, Robin met her lover's gaze in the mirrored ceiling. "Let us sample the stone and the earth as the Jahaliyan architects intended."

Jasmine's opulent platitude echoed in their golden-lit bedchamber. Robin pressed her heels together as she felt her nethers twinge: a beaten warrior gaining her second wind. She pulled the jackal against her, and scratched under her chin. Jasmine let out a bestial murr.

"But let's keep it inside; to the courtyards," she said. Robin rubbed Jasmine's belly, which made the princess's tail wag. "I'm sure there's lots of baddies that want to spoil this grand kingdom, and there's nothing more magnificent about it than you and your puppies."

"To the courtyards, then," Jasmine whispered. "We needn't provoke assassins."

Robin nodded, then, and held her wife by the arms, pushing her thumbs into her biceps as her fingers squeezed the backs. She moved her footpaw over Jasmine's own and rubbed the short hair.

"And how about protecting those paws just in case a servant drops a wine glass, or a male soldier wants to look at them gorgeous calves?" she said with a grin.

"Yes, our heeled boots will be fine."

***

Robin and Jasmine walked paw-in-paw along a granite paved parkway raised some fifty feet above the lush gardens below, sharp with curved palm leaves and bright with flared flower petals of oranges, reds, and whites. Jasmine curled her paw inward to pull Robin's arm against her, and the wolf chuckled in response, bumping shoulders with her as their clacking boots echoed against the sheer, shining stones.

It was nighttime, and torches bolted along the arched entryways below blustered and snarled with heat, crackling in the hushed night air. Before them, a thick tiger sentry marched his route, hefting a polearm thicker than Robin's leg. He wore a permanent frown, and below it, below his carved pectorals and scored abdominal muscles, wandered a hefty sheath from side to side, as if it, too, was on watch. His swinging sac held two orbs each the size of a fortune teller's crystal ball.

Jasmine's tail could not help but wiggle against her buns, as the entire length of her legs felt firmer, perkier, from the burnished brass-colored boots that enshrined her delicate feet. They were made of a soft leather from savage tusked beasts that roamed Myscindrya and sometimes Perslamus. The leather lent itself a delicate tendency to wrinkle, so while the shoes themselves ended in tight points on her toes and curved about the heel, the actual sleeve of the boot held to her legs in a negligent, rebellious manner, sagging just enough to describe a coy smirk, as if they could fall off at any moment ... but currently insisted on clinging to her, mid-calf.

The tiger gave the princesses a formal nod as they came into view, and then his frown darkened as his sheath swelled and no longer wandered, but stood out from him as a cock larger than Jasmine's foot slithered from his groin. He froze in place as the women passed him, saluting them sincerely as he could, and when the liquid smack of precum against the granite parkway echoed against the clean stone walls, the princesses laughed. Robin turned her head and blew a kiss at him.

Around a rigid curve where a bat-cupid statue armed with a bow grinned at them, Jasmine and Robin arrived at a brass-railed stone peninsula. Before them dropped a cliff hundreds of feet into bald, grassy plains dappled by lakes reflecting the night sky above.

Jasmine squeezed Robin's paw one more time before breaking free and leaning on her elbows. She tucked her breasts behind her forearms.

"In my dreams, I ran across fields like these," she said. Robin moved up next to her and Jasmine did not divert her gaze: she stared straight ahead. "Wild and free. When my father ... corrected me ..."

Robin had to struggle not to turn her head too severely: Jasmine bared all her teeth, and her neck tendons stood out below her jaw.

" ... I ran. I ran across sands until they turned into grass, and with the added traction I ran harder. Faster. I built up speed until my clothes--blankets and blankets of mindless promises and angry gods, traditions--tore at their seams and broke off me. In my dreams, I was free."

Robin stroked the small of Jasmine's back; the jackal's tail waved. Jasmine's grip loosened on her elbows.

"There's too many envious kings and kingdoms around us to open the fields," Robin said, "Your security is, ah, para-something ..."

"Paramount."

"Yes, that one. But we can get you a fantastic exercise regime; something to take your mind off all the stress. Some tutoring could help, too; you love Jahaliya, don't you?"

"With every fiber of my being."

"It's pretty awesome. But how about some exercise, something safe and low-impact?"

"That would rule sex out."

"Sex isn't going anywhere. Maybe next time you can hurt your jaw on Horace's fat cock, eh?"

"When it heals."

"Goddess, I'd love to watch you take that thing down..." Robin suddenly said, then blushed as Jasmine turned to her with a coy smirk. "But anyway, princess, can I show you the royal pool in the marble gardens? The water's always warm and clear; you could drink straight from it."

Jasmine bit her lip, but nodded firmly. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea."

They exited the courtyard and traveled through a few open, gold-leafed hallways, their tailored expensive boots clacking on the stone floors, Robin's paw tight around Jasmine's. The jackal stumbled once or twice, and Robin caught her. "Sorry," she would say, which Robin would brush off and give Jasmine a quick peck on the lips.

"You'll be tap-dancing in those soon enough," she said.

"I would prefer to belly-dance."

They arrived at the marble gardens, where many sexy statues, heavy of breast and/or profound of cock, smiled into the ether. Their hard, chiseled bodies lent a temptation to many a passerby, and Jasmine noticed that a few of the male statues had conspicuously shiny erections.

"Your highnesses!" exclaimed an otter. The male stuck his trowel in a planter full of lilies and bowed low. "The pool is closed, but it is open for you. I'm just finishing up a few floral arrangements. Neved at your service: can I get you anything?"

The otter had a throbbing erection when he stood, and Robin grinned. She pushed her chest out towards him and ran her paws over her thick breasts. The otter's teeth chattered and the head of his cock glistened with pre. "No, Neved; I think we will be fine. Are you the lifeguard on duty?"

"I am, ma'am!"

"Could be hard to concentrate with that buoy bouncing between your legs. Why don't you run off and take care of it, and we'll dive in once you're back?"

"I-I could manage! But now that you mention it, this fellow could use some fellating!" he said, smacking the side of his cock, making it wag. "But I can handle that, too!"

Robin grinned, leaning forward to let her tits hang free of her chest, squeezing them like a pair of udders. "Oh, you're a flexible boy. If I could lick my own pussy, I would."

The otter was trembling, a puddle of pre spreading between his feet, his cock positively drooling. He quickly bent down to wipe the slippery mess up, then stood to salute. "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna lose it if I don't excuse myself. I'll be no more than ... I'm not sure I could last two minutes!"

"Begone, dear. Don't forget to swallow."

The otter was gone, and Robin was laughing to herself, blush hot in her cheeks and ears, mouth salivating and pussy sweating as she imagined that otter bent over himself in the washroom, choking down his own cock. She could lick his balls and kiss him on the lips while his muzzle was wrapped around his phallus...

There was a loud splash behind her and Robin gasped as reality came thundering back.

"Oh no!" Robin cried. She pivoted on her boots, tripped over them, and recovered on one knee. Before her, the pool's surface rippled and pulsed like a swallowing throat.

The black wolf sprinted for the pool edge, then kicked her boots backwards as she leapt high into the air. She aimed her muzzle and her paws down at the center of the splash, then speared through the water's surface. The pool was a few meters deep, and Robin squinted as pressure prodded her eyes. A boot floated past her face as she plunged downward, and she let out a submerged gasp as she saw Jasmine lying supine on the pool's floor.

In the great protective rage of love, fear, and anger that peril would dare reach for her wife, for her unborn nieces and nephews, Robin wrapped her arms tight around Jasmine's torso and sped for the surface, kicking her feet desperately as she hefted deadweight. Even when straddled atop her, Robin couldn't remember Jasmine weighing nearly this much--she was fur-lined lead--but she had to get her to the surface. Any alternative was unacceptable, bordering on blasphemy.

Robin breached the surface with a yelp, gasping for air, and struck at the water with her free arm repeatedly, as if it were the enemy, as she struggled to shore. Arriving breathlessly she lay the jackal's body on the pool's edge, then scratched and scraped at the marble as she failed to find a grip.

The otter ran out, wiping his cummy mouth on his forearm, then dove into the pool to cut across it, springing out of the water and dragging Robin up with him.

"You said you wouldn't dive in!" he shouted, kneeling next to his unconscious princess.

Robin snarled and punched him between the shoulderblades. The otter choked on his breath. "She fell in!" she growled. "Now save her or I'll replace her boots with your hide!"

"Right away, ma'am," he croaked, leaning over the jackal's mouth, licking his lips. He pushed his muzzle to hers, breathing for her.

Robin's wet paws smacked the stone floor as she paced around them, popping her knuckles and popping her tail's vertebrae as she watched on.

"Slow down with wet paws!" the otter barked, then went back to the jackal before Robin turned around. Jasmine's head fell limply to the side. The otter righted it. "And for Goddess' sake; sound the alarm!"

"Don't talk to your princess like that!"

"You'll be the only princess if you keep pacing!"

Robin yelped, then started off in a run. "No running!" he shouted. She snarled and then slowed down to a brisk strut, leaving Neved alone with Jasmine.

The otter sighed as the remaining warmth in Jasmine's lips left her muzzle, tickling his nose. "Don't give up on me, princess; come to me," he whispered, rubbing her stomach. Neved's fur suddenly spiked. "Oh, Goddess, you're pregnant ... wake up!"

Neved pressed his lips to hers again, breathing in and out, feeling her chest rise and fall. An alarm bell in the distance clanged out, and he heard Robin's frenzied yelling.

"I always wanted to kiss you," he whispered, starting chest compressions, "but not like this."

The jackal coughed and vomited water. Neved quickly turned her onto her side, rubbing her stomach as Jasmine emptied her guts onto the marble floor.

"Your highness!" he cheered.

"...was that ejaculate I tasted upon your lips?" she asked.

The otter blushed, rubbing Jasmine's back as she coughed and sputtered.

"My own special blend, ma'am."

"It was delicious. You will see me later. Oh, Goddess, I feel terrible!" she yelped, curling around her stomach as she coughed out dregs of pool water.

"It means you're alive," he said, looking up as medics hustled in with a gurney, Robin barking their ears off.

"No running; do you want to trip and fall like the princess?!" she shouted.

Neved chuckled. "And you're gonna stay that way."

"My puppies are dead," Jasmine moaned, writhing on her side. "My uterus is a mausoleum."

Robin gasped, then smacked a fox medic in his toned rump. "Get her checked out! If one single puppy does not make it..."

"You'll replace the princess' boots with my hide. I understand, your highness," the fox grumbled.

"There will be boots for all of Jahaliya," Jasmine cried, holding her stomach as they rolled her onto the gurney and hefted her out.

***

A blue vixen wearing only a lab coat chewed on a quill pen as she flipped through a stack of scrolls stuck to her clipboard. Meigs adjusted the pince-nez sitting at the tip of her muzzle. Jasmine lay before her, legs up in stirrups, her labia shining with greasy lotion. A glove hung limply from a wastebasket. Robin furiously stroked and squeezed Jasmine's right paw, glaring at Meigs accusingly, as if any diagnosis worse than "perfect" would be the vixen's fault.

"Inconclusive," the obstetrician said, tossing her clipboard aside. She moved her wheeled instrument tray away from Jasmine's gurney. "The mother is fine but we're not 100% on the vitality of your puppies. I remain impressed at you having a litter; that was a feral thing that does not usually translate to us bipeds. We can look at the bright side: you will have many children even if some of them don't make it."

Jasmine whimpered and Robin stroked her chest, staring daggers at Meigs. She did not see Sapphire enter the room, nor the stately silver-and-alabaster wolf woman behind her, who wore a thick mantle of silk and a keen circlet of polished platinum. Meigs flicked her eyes to Queen Malva and nodded.

"That what we have you for. So all of them make it," Robin growled.

Meigs shrugged, pulling her lab coat over her tits before moving about the lot. As Jasmine's wet netherlips passed into view, the vixen licked her teeth behind a closed mouth.

"I am not Goddess, and against Nature's great claymore I wield only a buckler," she said, shaking her head, "But before you champ your jaws at me, wolfess, hear this: Jasmine is lucky. The brief catatonia your comely jackal wife entered triggered a very rare diver's reflex for her short time in the water. I needn't tell you the beggar's odds of that ever happening again."

Robin frowned, while Jasmine looked on in a daze. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it and shook her head at the floor.

"This is all my fucking fault," Robin sighed, pulling Jasmine's paw against her muzzle. "I told the lifeguard to go fuck himself and took my eyes off you when I'm supposed to be your lifeguard."

"Please don't flagellate yourself, my morning Robin," Jasmine lilted, stroking the wolfess's soft face, thumbing a stray tear as it coursed down her wife's cheek, "It is a ghost all my own; my father would ... half-drown me in the royal fountains as to correct me without leaving marks. I still had to be beautiful for him, and pious. And I let myself be exposed, today, to a horrible artifact of my past...its facsimile, that is."

Unseen to them both, the Queen folded her arms under her chest, inclining her head towards Meigs, who picked up her clipboard and fluttered through its pages to avoid her gaze. The vixen, however, peeked over it as she saw Robin's countenance darken.

"Goddess scrap you and feed your chum to the sharks," Robin growled, returning Jasmine's paw to her. She turned her back on the jackal, then punched the wall, cracking the stone. "Goddess scrap him!" she cried. Robin turned back toward Jasmine, then smacked Meig's instrument tray away, flinging sterile instruments at the wall like a blunderbuss blast.

"You're letting him win!" she shouted, "He's gone, he's dead, he's losing; he's nothing, unspoken for, and you're conjuring his ghost so you can stay haunted!"

It was unbeknownst, or forgotten, that a stately wolf woman in her fifties could possess the speed and alacrity of Jahaliya's active warriors. If it was training in secret, it was secret indeed. If it was a mother's instinct, that was also acceptable. But before Jasmine could let out a whimper, before Meig's clipboard completed its journey from her paw to the floor, Queen Malva's silver arm was across Robin's chest, and then Robin was pinned against the wall by her shoulders.

"Quiet your tongue!" the Queen barked. "I will not have any Jahaliyan berate a bereaved citizen, especially if both of them are my daughters-in-law!"

Robin's jaw fell open, and then it trembled. "Mother, I'm sorry," she whispered, then fell weeping into Malva's shoulder. The wolfess held her daughter firmly, feeling a warm, wet spot spread form where Robin rested her face.

"Both of you are under great duress," she said, scratching the back of Robin's head. She looked back at Jasmine, who had removed her feet from the stirrups and curled primly into herself, her fur disturbed from the commotion. Malva reached out with her other paw and stroked under Jasmine's chin. "I'm not surprised, given the circumstances. Being a princess is an arduous job, and to be a mother on top of that? It takes a mighty set of shoulders to bear that weight, Jasmine. Your wife bears more of it than you think."

It took one look at the sobbing black mass on Malva's shoulders to confirm that. "She wants to protect you."

"Of strong shoulders, mother," Jasmine said with a start, her paw reflexively resting on her slight stomach bulge, "please do not let your son carry any weight of this incident. He is burdened already with the whole of Jahaliya. Not to mention the trouble that could descend upon Robin, or Neved, or even Sapphire for letting us wander."

The Queen's head jolted as a smirk struck her face, and she ran her paw over the bridge of the jackal's muzzle, ending in her headfur. "You should have more faith in Ryoga's judgment, my dear," she said, thumbing Jasmine's brow, "do not forget his sense of fair play; this was all purely an accident."

"Don't tell him what caused it, either," Robin said into the Queen's cape, her voice muffled, "If word gets to him that her father gave her this post-traumatic stress, he'll raze that kingdom to the ground, salt the earth, and urinate on the gravestones."

The Queen chuckled, giving Robin's head a lick. "He's a passionate boy. I can see why he chose you."

Robin and Jasmine both chuckled; Meigs drew a smirk and gathered her instruments from the floor. "My diagnosis is over, your majesties. If there is any more service I can provide..."

"Actually, a couple questions," Robin said from Malva's shoulder. "Are you a doctor of the mind?"

"I've dabbled," Meigs said, adjusting her pince-nez, "but I am not a specialist. Perhaps our Prince can seduce one into the kingdom."

Queen Malva snorted, then covered it with a dainty cough.

The wolfess tried to blot dry the wet spot she'd left on the Queen's cape, but Malva shrugged and let her daughter-in-law free. Sapphire returned, this time without servants, standing with her paws behind her back.

Robin composed herself and cleared her throat. "Jasmine had a real bad episode in the marble gardens."

"Yes, there will be no recreational natatoriums for me. Bathtubs are ample."

Robin put her hands on her hips, stepping free of their Queen. "Jasmine, my princess, your highness, it's a fantastic form of exercise and I really think you're ruling it out for the wrong reasons. It's great practice; what if we're stranded and have to swim? What if the airship has to go down off the coast? You should see Corsi in the pool; she can spring out and hit the ceiling when she's feeling hot."

"She's an otter."

Robin shook her head. "Doesn't mean you can't swim either. Leave the aquabatics to Cors'. Just get in the pool, love."

"This is a primal, deep-seated fear you harbor, my child," the Queen stated.

"Goddess curse me," Sapphire murmured, turning all attention to her. "I should have been there with you; I should be waiting on you paw and footpaw!"

"Hey, I'm her wife!" Robin said, "How do you think I feel? I was in the courtyard with her."

"Yes, dear; how did that spanse of time pass you, when she fainted and when she fell?" Malva asked. Her muzzle turned upward, her eyes stared down; to Robin she was fifty feet tall.

Robin blushed furiously. "Brief daydream; I excused the gardener to go blow himself in the washroom, then fantasized about it..."

"Sex has its place in Jahaliya," the Queen intoned. "Misused, and it will have no place. I will not browbeat you further; you know what you've done."

Robin's jaw trembled; she did not want to start crying again. "Yes, mother."

"I do, however, have a bastion of paperwork regarding weapon commissions, administrative forms for the proposed Amazon war games, and book requisitions from Raschid and Jessica. You're not busy this weekend, are you?"

"...not anymore, mother. I'll start now."

The older wolf's face curled in the corners, and she nodded once as Robin passed her. The young wolfess stopped at the door. "Jasmine, hey. Please consider: you fear that pool, you fear your father."

"Your majesty, if you would let a pseudo-professional handle this in the semi-informed way I can," Meigs said.

"I'm still your princess!" she barked.

Meigs stood unaffected, her eyes hidden behind her glasses and their reflection of the room's torchlight. "And I am still her doctor."

Robin left in a huff; Queen Malva watched with a secret amusement that her growing smile betrayed. Sapphire approached Jasmine's table and grabbed her paw, looking at the blue vixen.

"I want to help Jasmine on this," she said, and then paused. The fennec's ears fell. "How can I help?"

"Most phobias need a long process of gradual familiarization to allow a rational acceptance: phobia is an irrational fear--sorry, your highness--and it must be combatted carefully to avoid any relapses or worse, exacerbation. You have a pleasant female musk, Jasmine, but a fear of bathtubs may sully that. 'Too much of a good thing,' the idiom goes."

"Yes, everything in moderation," Jasmine intoned.

"So how do we 'moderately' enjoy the pool?"

"Sex?" Sapphire asked. Jasmine looked at her, aghast.

Meigs smirked. "The Jahaliyan Panacea. If performed correctly, I could see a practical application."

"I hyperventilated by merely seeing the pool," Jasmine objected, sitting up in her bed, "Stimulation like that and my heart would explode!"

"If 'he' went too fast, maybe. Haven't you heard of foreplay?"

Jasmine balked, her paw flying to her chest. "Have I never heard of foreplay? Maybe if you continue these insults, I'll be too distracted to drown!"

Meigs grinned, her teeth shining in the torchlight. For the jackal strung up on her medical equipment, the look was absolutely frightening. "That's my girl. We'll get a male who knows what he's doing, and you'll be wet before you hit the water."

The Queen pushed her knuckles against her muzzle and walked out of the room as she gulped down a wave of laughter.

Sapphire was too focused on her princess, her eyes wide and her thumbs digging into the muscles of Jasmine's paw, massaging every inch. "Ryoga's away, though. Who?"

Meigs frowned. "There was one Jahaliyan, he who defeated the Myscindryan Ice Mage with lava ejaculate?"

"John?!" Jasmine sat up, then bashfully covered herself as her legs spread. Meigs had already memorized the area.

"He's already had an affect on you, many moons ago. Why not?"

"I've quite missed him; would Ryoga approve?"

"For your well-being?" Sapphire asked, "I think he'd endorse it!"

"Hah!" Jasmine laughed, "For my well-being. It would be an excuse for him to return to those 'buxom, muscular mouse-buns' he lusts after. Can't believe I forgot. But that's another session I can sit in on, later. The pool, then."

Jasmine pulled her feet off the table and leaned over the edge, looking down at the floor. She imagined water and her paws clutched the cushion. Sapphire stroked her head. Jasmine offered her paw up to her. Sapphire pulled her off the table.

"I'm coming with you," Meigs said. "If anything happens to the princess, I must be on-site."

"What about your other patients?" Sapphire asked.

"I'll leave a note."

The three wonderful, luscious women of Jahaliya found John in a wide, cushioned pleasure room with the panther Lydra beneath him. His thick, passionate thrusts drilled her into the plush bedding; her legs wrapped around his waist and occasionally sprang out straight as he hit a certain spot deep inside her, causing her to yowl out in pleasure and claw at his back. Mercilessly, he plunged into her cunt.

The three women blushed; Jasmine already felt her netherlips tingle as she watched John's toned body piston into the panther beneath her. Her nipples sprang to life on her pert breasts. In service to their princess, Meigs and Sapphire surrounded Jasmine, placing their paws upon her sandy-furred body. The jackal pushed them away, staring in awe at the Majordomo's firm buns thrusting, over and over; down...down...down into Lydra.

Jasmine strode forward, gritting her teeth as her labia glowed, slick and electric, and caressed the mouse's rump. She stroked in the direction of his fur, mere inches from his tailbase, feeling the sweat and muscle push into her palm.

John looked up and saw her eyes wide, focused, his stride unbroken and his balls slapping rhythmically against Lydra. The panther looked up, her breasts bouncing as the male relentlessly rutted her, and winked before her eyes rolled hard into her head and she came, soaking the mouse's thighs.

John lost his focus as his vision went white: he clutched Lydra's shoulders and forced himself to the hilt inside her. He bellowed into her chest as he came inside her, gushing cum until his cock was coated and it leaked from her cunt down to her tail. Jasmine's paw remained fast against his rump.

"Wh-what can I do for you, my princess?" John gasped, twitching as Lydra shifted under him.

Jasmine smiled and slid her fingers down the cleft of his rump before folding her arms together. "Sit up and do not bother yourself--or me, if I may be so selfish--with cleaning up."

"I...yes, ma'am!" John said, unceremoniously pulling out of Lydra and sitting on his knees, his lap coated in fuck juices. Jasmine growled low at the sight of his thick dripping cock, licking her lips. The women behind her were just as aroused, and struggled to restrain themselves.

"I want you, and what's more, I need you," Jasmine said, "consider this your royal duty. I have a problem with water. You must help me."

John saluted, his paw coming off his sticky thigh, his face confused.

"I'll do all of that and more, believe me; but what do I do?"

"She needs a positive experience in water. A sense of pleasure," Meigs said. "Subvert her post-traumatic stress with a counterexample."

"Your majesty, I can fuck you; I would love to," John gasped. His cock fell between his legs, shrinking. Jasmine pursed her lips. "b-but even for a Jahaliyan, aren't you off the market? You're pregnant with my friend's scions! Not to mention ... what about your problem with water? If we fuck in the middle of it, and I fuck it up, aren't you fucked?"

"I'll be present, Majordomo," Meigs said with a bow. "Goddess make boots from my hide if She is displeased."

Jasmine snorted, then turned back to her medic. "And if I live, I'll give those boots to Sapphire. She'd look radiant in blue."

Lydra crawled over to John and curled around his muscular form as she reached down to stroke his half-soft cock. "You're a commander of Jahaliyan soldiers and you're still carrying old world stigma? This is a world of sensual pleasures, tempered with safeguards against all those old dangers! And we have Meigs for everything scary."

"Not everything; Lydra. I'm a doctor, not a high mage."

"You're magic to me, Meigs," Lydra purred, then turned to Jasmine. She kept stroking John's cock, which slowly swelled in her hand. The swelling girth soon forced her thumb away from her fingers. "If you're calling upon John, that means you need the extra help, doesn't it?"

"I need someone I can trust...and," Jasmine said, murring as a single trail of fluid slithered down her inner thigh, her anatomy alight. "Fucking my husband's best friend just sweetens the deal. It's all our fetish; mine and Ryoga's, Robin's--and if John apologizes when he's erupting balls-deep in me, I'll squeal."

Sapphire quietly snuck to Jasmine's side, resting a paw on her shoulder. "You're sounding more confident, Princess."

Jasmine grasped the fennec's paw and turned her head. While her mouth smiled, her eyes trembled. "I'm terrified. But we head into this with Goddess' faith and our weapons gleaming."

John writhed on his knees as Lydra pumped at his swollen cock, sticky with the fluids of their lovemaking. The panthress leaned over his shoulder, her arm driving his cock into a glowing, throbbing fever, and whispered smokily, "She needs your heart, your imagination, your lust, and this big, hard cock."

That set the muscular mouse over the edge, and he leaned back on his fists as his cock erupted white, sticky ropes into the air, landing on his chest and stomach. In the throes of orgasm he bucked suddenly, sending a thick stream spiraling. It splatted and hung between Sapphire's tits, and Jasmine erupted into laughter. "So sad that you missed her face, Majordomo!" she giggled.

Sapphire ran her paw up between her breasts, catching the bouncy goo on her fingers, and licked it playfully, grinning at John. "Why don't you see him tomorrow?" Jasmine said after she licked her lips. She reached over and smeared John's cum into the fennec's supple breast.

Meigs came up behind Jasmine and grasped her by the shoulders, thumbing the muscles under the slender jackal's fur. "We should get you to the Illusion Cave, my princess," she said, "You are in the best humor you've been in ... for a long time."

"Yes, I suppose that's true. Let us depart at once," the jackal said, blushing as the vixen's blue hands wandered her body.

At the Illusion Cave, what jewelry and see-through shrouds Jasmine was wearing were gently stripped off her. Meigs unclasped Jasmine's golden necklace and lowered it from her neck, letting the warm metal links rise and crumple as it slid over her voluptuous breasts.

"Princess Robin told me of your dreams of running, your majesty," Meigs purred as she gently pressed her body against Jasmine's back, "Let us start the illusion with that fantasy. Something you've yearned for, now made vivid by the magic of Jahaliya. Now ... dream," the medic whispered, sliding her fingers over the jackal's eyelids, kissing her on the jaw before the Illusion Cave made connection and its rocks burst into a bright glow. Twenty feet from the two women, Sapphire applied the same ritual to John, copying Meigs' movements.

Jasmine awoke on a grassy field with the whisper of waves crashing against a distant shore. The jackal brought her hands to her face, and saw they were covered in heavy sheafs of black fabric, hanging from her like bat's wings, and giving none of that mammal's aerial advantages.

The wind picked up and hushed through the grass. When it spilled over the side of her face, she felt a black veil flatten against her muzzle, and she was fully sure that these were the clothes from her past life, the clothes she yearned to escape.

Jasmine took off running, and as her legs beat against her dress she could feel the seams shiver and strain. She gritted her teeth and ran harder, leaping from a small grassy hill. She landed and her footpaw caught on her dress; it tore all the way up to her thigh and she felt the breeze on her nethers.

A harlot, a heathen! she thought to herself as a delirious grin spread under her veil, I will drive all my subjects to sin as a swarthy Slut!

The jackal barked with laughter, barrelling towards the shore sprayed with salt water, cheering as the tear shot to her shoulder and the left half of her dress came off, exposing all the erogenous zones on one side. Her veil whipped and flagged, grasping her neck one final time before it blew away, caught a thread of the rest of her gown, and pulled it apart in frantic streamers. As the dress disintegrated around her, she flung her right arm backwards to send the whole garment skyward in a flurry of rags that flailed and collapsed in on itself like an exorcised ghost.

When Jasmine hit the sand, she stopped and stood. The tangy, salty air teased her nose. One footpaw after another, she strode across its warm, gritty surface, her toes grasping grains between them as her tail waved happily behind her. She was naked and free here on the shore, and she ran her paws up and down her exposed, unfettered form. "I'm free," she whispered as her fingers tumbled over her slight stomach, glowing with life. "Life opens to me without shame, without hesitation."

Jasmine ran her paws through her headfur, pulling it out of her eyes, and looked down at her chest. Her large breasts hung free, their nipples perked, standing out. The salty breeze was cool against them as they ruffled her clean fur.

On a rock, around which a salty spray broke, reclined a nude male Naiad wearing a silk top hat. His body was smooth and free of fur; the Naiad's general form was not unlike the bipeds that walked Jahaliya. She saw analytically, before other sensations took over, that he had webbing between his fingers, webbing between his toes, and a tail that ended in a wide rudder, like an orca's. When he stretched and turned, she saw a wide dorsal fin wiggling on his back, moving with his firm muscles. His wet, shining, hairless skin was a light cerulean.

And it was certainly a he. The Naiad changed positions and a light orange cock, the color of a dreamsicle, flopped over his thigh, rolling heavily. Jasmine hissed through her teeth at the luscious sight, then blushed nervously as she searched her mind for where this stranger came from. She studied his face, pushing her paw against the top of her pelvis as she felt her velvety netherlips puff and grow moist. That familiar hunger rumbled in her loins.

The Naiad's face was smooth and angular, like a dolphin's, but the eyes were prominent and set to the front like a land dweller's. It did not have ears at the side of its head, but had fanned fins that may have served the same purpose... they opened outwards to her. The Naiad traced the top of his cock with the back of his slick hand, then winked at her.

"John!" she said with a start, running into the ocean. He slid off his rock and splashed into the deep, treading water with his tail. She stopped short of him; the water came to her waist and she could feel the ground drop sharply after that.

"Oh, John, I don't know!" she said, pressing her knuckles against her collar. "I don't want to risk drowning, even if it's all in the mind! I already remember the agony from all those years ago: to have your world go black, and then return to you in a haze, and just when you think you've reached full awareness, the air goes--"

John put two webbed fingers against her lips. "Hush, your majesty. This is a land of magic! Moreso than Jahaliya. You just sundered your clothes by sprinting; does your faith simply end at the shore?"

Jasmine blushed, and turned away, slapping at the water. "No, I don't think so. How do I breathe?"

John did not speak, but instead put his forefingers and thumbs together to form a loop, blew a bubble within it, then expanded his paws outward until this quivering, luminescent hoop was the size of her head. "Lydra can do these in the real world; you can breathe for hours!"

"Just give me forty-five minutes," she whispered, stepping into the clear, liquid helmet that surrounded her head. She reached under the water to grasp John's hot, pulsing cock. Unlike a dolphin, the Naiad also had a smooth, warm scrotum hanging between his legs. This she took into her other paw, then followed him out into the open water.

When the water hit her neck, she let out a gasp. John lunged and nuzzled her, ducking inside her magic bubble. She breathed slowly--the enchanted air was soothing as an Autumn breeze--then ducked below the waves to see his muscular, smooth body, the large tail whipping behind it, and the large orange cock that stood before her, floating in space with a set of luscious, egg-shaped orbs hovering lewdly and languidly below it.

She lunged forward and took the firm thick shaft into her mouth, moaning around it as cool liquid moved all around her in a smooth embrace, drifting through her fur. Her lustrous coat floated around her, moving with the flow rushing around her, and John's webbed paws brushed through her headfur.

Jasmine grunted and murred as her body sparked electric, labia buzzing between her legs as she hungrily sucked on the Naiad's big, throbbing cock. His thighs treaded water on either side, and soon she was awarded with a sweet burst of precum down the back of her throat, his own moans echoing in the vast, swirling abyss enveloping them.

Another shot of precum slithered down her throat. John pushed against her, pulling his meaty length from her and rubbing it against her muzzle before he sunk to eye level with her. The jackal let out a gasp of disappointment, but it turned into a groan of arousal as his cock dragged down against her stomach and bounced when it went between her legs, slapping her sensitive femmesex. Jasmine wrapped her arms around him and John pulled her legs around his waist, then with a delicate, driven push he sunk his cock between her lips and she felt his hot, pulsing warmth penetrate her.

She groaned and bucked against him, her teeth chattering as a small, sharp pain turned into pleasure. "Oh, fuck me like I don't deserve it. I'm not your Princess; I'm your slut! Rut me for all aquatic life to see."

The mouse-turned-Naiad hissed past his buck teeth. His hat tipped forward on his head, and he shoved it down onto his cranium. "If it's release you're looking for, I'll have you inking like a frightened squid. This is for me and for all of Jahaliya!"

He wrapped his muscled arms around her thin, furry frame and leaned into her, thrusting into her tight cunny with his tail whipping behind them for stability. The two fucked in impassioned heat, slowly turning in a corkscrew as they plunged through the vast depths.

Jasmine rampantly bucked against him, squirming and groaning as he speared into her, his balls slapping between her legs, his long orange shaft dimpling her sensitive lips inward, spreading them out when he pulled back out. John's paws slid to her hips and held on, his body bucking in a driven rhythm. Jasmine's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she grabbed his thick biceps.

"I'm close; I'm close: keep going!" she cried.

John drew his cock out to the head, breathing hard as their sensitive, naked skin throbbed against each other. Then he thrust up into her and ground against her yearning innards until she shivered and spasmed, then he, and they both flooded the jackal's tunnel until it all spilled out, forming a cloudy haze that spread under them. Jasmine howled in pleasure as all sensation rushed to her head and she blacked out.

Jasmine awoke on the sandy shore with her body wrapped around an empty top hat. She stood, and a soft purr of pleasure ran through her as she moved her lower body. She looked inside the silk hat for answers, but there wasn't as much as a deck of cards or a bouquet of flowers. When she threw the hat aside, the simulation flickered and fell around her.

Her audience, Lydra, Sapphire, and Meigs were sitting or laying about in various states of dishevelment, and their laps were soggy. The sharp, sweet scent of their feminine musks tickled her nose; her nethers pulsed at the scent.

John was sprawled out in the back, dripping and sticky with a wide lake of cum on his stomach that cut through his ab muscles and spilled down his balls. Meigs stood with a wobble and pulled her messy coat from her shoulders. When she adjusted her pince-nez, she left a sticky thumbprint. She put them in the pocket of her coat.

"Are you well, Princess?" she asked.

"Better than well; I'm fantastic and free!" Jasmine cheered, then wobbled herself as fatigue took her.

"A hot bath and a cool pillow is what you need; the rest of us would be wise to emulate. See you in the morning, Princess."

***

Jasmine awoke in her bedroom at the first rays of dawn, then saw Robin at the desk in the far corner, slumped over a pile of requisition forms and commission writs. The jackal slid out of their silken sheets and scratched the wolf under the chin. Robin awoke with a start.

"I think it's time, love," Jasmine soothingly whispered.

Robin sat bolt upright, turning to her wife. "The pool, are you sure? How'd treatment go?"

"Better than I could ever have imagined," she beamed, "I'd race you there, but let us remember there is no running near the water!"

Jasmine and Robin walked side-by-side, their boot heels clacking against the stone walkways. Robin had her coy boots from before, the type whose sleeves sagged imperiously, suggestively down her calves. The rest of her shapely, firm form plumped many a man's sheath as they strutted.

Jasmine had to return to an older pair of thigh-high jade colored boots, but the sharp contrast between hers and her wife's set them all the more apart: every leery male and female that could look upon their nude forms had variety to choose from. Would they fantasize about the lithe jackal in her tall slender boots? Or would they grow hot and aroused about the stocky, buxom wolf woman with the insolent floppy boots?

They arrived at the pool around noon, having taken a few detours to enjoy the warm morning air, and the rolling vistas sprawled out beyond the palace's railings. Jasmine knelt to take off her boots, unzipping the insides along her thighs, while Robin watched, her arms folded. Neved saluted them as he turned away from one of his planters, standing duly by the pool's edge. As soon as her zippers hit her boot's ankles, Jasmine sprung free of them and leapt for the water.

In a panic, Robin deftly lunged in a smooth arc and grabbed Jasmine by her ankle and wrist, swinging her back to the side. Jasmine was back on her feet on dry land, and stood there for a moment, puzzled, as her brain reconciled the expected flow of events with what'd actually conspired.

"Darling, I was jumping for the water. That's what my treatment was all about; was it not?"

Robin pressed her fingers to her forehead, folding her ears back. "Look, hey, I'm sorry," she said, "That was a reflex. We have to be really careful; can't go literally jumping into things like this ... do you even know how to swim?"

"I..." Jasmine paused while Robin doffed her own boots. "I did in the Illusion Cave."

"Not the same thing; trust me," Robin said. "How about you let kind Neved here show you the ropes?"

The otter perked up, and when he saluted, his cock bounced out of his sheath.

"He could show you a few ropes, actually," Robin snickered.

Jasmine beamed, and so Robin took her paw, walked her to the shallow end, then led her down the submerged stony steps while the otter jumped in. The jackal's tail waved against the water, the Princess carefully walking towards the deep end until the water touched her baby bump. Nervously, Jasmine grinned and clasped her paws together in front of her chest.

Neved sprung from the water, splashing the Princess's chest. Jasmine squealed, and lunged to hug the otter. A prominent, hot protrustion bumped against her thigh, and the jackal reached into the water, wrapping her paws around it. Neved squeaked in reflex, grinning toothily. Jasmine leaned into his ear.

"Plenty of reasons to love the water," she whispered. "I know a few, but I'm such a beginner. Would you illustrate why it's better down where it's wetter?"