It was a warm and quiet morning in the kingdom of Krulheim. A kingdom known for being prosperous and generous was bound to be peaceful, but this particular morning was somehow more peaceful than any other. The birds sang into the wind and the cool breeze of summer wafted through the air. In the capital, Nimmin, the rich smell of a ripe harvest a month before and the clamouring of trade in the farmer's bazaar below stirred a young boy from his slumber up in the castle, his window standing slightly ajar to allow that delightful breeze to cool his otherwise warm room, surrounded in stone.

Groaning as his consciousness came to the forefront, the boy rolled in bed, stretching his limbs out and inadvertently hitting someone beside him. He was momentarily confused amidst his grogginess, but then eventually recognised the other when they rolled over to cuddle against his side, hands stroking and roaming the boy's front. A flush came to the boy's cheeks and he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching out his back. In the morning light, his bright pink hair shimmered and reflected the sunlight in an almost dazzling sort of way. He slipped from the bed, bottomless, and padded across the room towards a vanity table on the other side, as the other boy-- a white and yellow-furred feline-- rolled over in his sleep and laid on his front, mumbling something under his breath.

The boy stared at himself in the mirror and sighed, smoothing down his pink hair and reaching for the comb on the desk, trying to detangle it a little. After all, the crown prince of the land had to look his best, right?

Pink hair wasn't always a mark of royalty-- once upon a time his people had different coloured hair, but the linking of two families brought through a recessive gene that now made his vibrant pink mop a sign of a prestigious bloodline. Once upon a time, the 12-year-old found it embarrassing, but over time he'd come to accept it for what it was. Much like the rest of his body, a bright pristine white with a single black spot around his right blue eye and the black tuft on the end of his fluffy tail, every facet of him was a sign of pedigree. Even his hybridity was something to be praised: he was half wolf and half fennec, known as a Fennolf. His father, and his grandfather, and his grandfather's father are all the same species as him, for it was the clearest indicator of the joining of the wolf and fennec bloodlines. Some might call it tainted, but they held ceremonies and festivals commemorating the centuries-old event every single year.

From the bed, the other boy snorted and rolled over again, briefly blinded by the light. With his eyes squeezed shut, he padded his hand around the empty side of the bed and then bolted upright, groaning from the dizziness of getting up too quickly.

"My liege? Where are you?" He feigned a mock British accent before a childish giggle crossed his lips. "Pioky!"

"Over here, Four. I just got up." The prince glanced out the corner of his eye at the other boy, who quietly mewled and shielded his eyes from the light, eventually opening them to grin at the prince with his startling amber eyes. The feline was his personal guardian knight, though it was predominantly an honorary title. He was the son of the captain of the guard and had been Pioky's friend since they were little. Four was a year older than him, but he was somehow more childish than him, but also overprotective. Four followed him just about everywhere, even to his bedchambers, with the intent of protecting him from evil. Of course, there were other reasons too, but Pioky pushed them to the back of his mind. He didn't want to think about them so early in the morning when he hadn't even filled his belly.

Turning his attention back to his reflection, Pioky continued to comb his hair as Four slipped out of the bed, completely stark naked as he tip-toed across the room. Pioky could see him getting closer in the reflection of the mirror and merely rolled his eyes, lips curling into a grin. Four disappeared from view as he dipped down low, only to reappear right behind the prince, clasping his shoulders. Despite the fact he was expecting it, Pioky still jumped on the spot, and the two of them giggled as the prince's heart pounded. Four grinned and curled his hands down from the prince's shoulders and down to his stomach, sliding them around the front and cuddling him from behind.

"It's Sunday today, my prince," Four slipped into the fake accent again, simply because it made Pioky giggle. "I don't think you have any royal duties today, do you?"

"No, Four," Pioky spoke between giggles. "Lessons aren't until tomorrow."

"In that case, what do you have planned? A stroll through the royal gardens? A trip to the market?" The knight puffed out his chest. "I will protect you through every quarter."

"Four!" Pioky giggled again, amused by his antics. "I might do. I'm not sure yet."

"Well..." Four lapsed out of the accent, hands sinking against Pioky's fluffy fur. "I have a few ideas."

"F-Four..." Pioky stammered, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks. "It's a little early, isn't it?"

"Mmm...fine. We should eat first." Four looked wistful, but he relented. Pioky blew a sigh and finished combing his hair as Four searched for a pair of pants the prince could wear, and his own clothes which lay strewn across the floor. Once they were dressed, Pioky and Four left the room, intending to head to the dining hall-- though his father was likely already awake and had already eaten, it was a rule that all meals had to be taken in the dining hall. It was to instil etiquette in the young prince and, as a gesture of goodwill, his personal bodyguard was allowed to dine with him. Today's menu consisted of porridge and various meats, as well as baked slices of bread. They ate, albeit not ravenously, as they talked at length about their options for today in more detail.

In the end, they decided to go down to the market. The last time Pioky had gone was a good couple of weeks ago, and the walk couldn't hurt-- though it was no different than any other day of the year, they might find something that they like. The advisor to the king visited them briefly during breakfast and gave them a small bag of coins, for he'd already prepared for this potential outcome. With that, they were off into the market within a matter of minutes-- unawares that a small group was following them from the castle, just to make sure they were safe. 

Of course, Pioky didn't go out in the open without a disguise, though the era that they lived in didn't have anything extravagant and all-too-convincing. The most that they could manage was a cloak and hood combo, which covered his brilliant pink hair-- along with a band to pin his hair back-- and covered the rest of his body so that no-one could see his royal, expensive clothes. Four didn't need to wear anything of the sort-- he instead opted for a basic chest plate that fit his scrawny frame, a simple tunic and cloth pants and, finally, a sword at his hip. He'd been training since he was little, and he secretly wanted to show off his skills at some point. With that, the two were off.

At first, they walked in silence. Neither of them knew what to say, and they had to watch exactly what kind of conversations they had, considering there could be people listening. Admittedly, however, Pioky was excited-- he always liked walking amongst those who would eventually be his people. The market was often always bustling and he could see people's lives naturally, rather than asking them about them firsthand. If there was one lesson he'd learnt as a prince, it's that people tended to watch what they said around him if they knew his status-- that is, other than Four, who spoke his mind almost all the time and then some.

They hadn't even reached the market itself that day before Four put a hand on his prince's shoulder, pulling him into a nearby alley between two squeezed, cramped houses. The alley wasn't very wide, but the tall buildings above shielded the sun and bathed them in shade, making it difficult for others to see them if they were just walking past. Four pulled Pioky along enough for them to not be seen easily, and Pioky felt a nervous shiver run up his spine.

"Are we being followed?" The prince cub asked, and the 13-year-old glanced to the side, looking towards the main street before a grin spread across his face.

"No," He began, wiggling his body left and right. "I just wanted to pull you away for a little bit."

Pioky's eyes widened and then he breathed a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. Four had given him a bit of a fright-- but he should have expected this from his friend by now. Four slipped his hands around the boy's hips and smirked, stroking them up and down as his feline tail flicked left and right. Pioky blinked at him and narrowed his eyes, fully aware of what his friend and bodyguard was like by now to know what he was up to.

"Four..." The prince began, almost disappointedly, but Four quickly closed the distance between their heads and pressed his feline muzzle to the hybrid's own. Pioky was taken by surprise-- but he honestly didn't mind it. He melted against the other boy's body and squirmed on the spot as Four's hands squeezed his hips through his cloak, pressing himself closer. Their muzzles instinctively parted and Four slipped his tongue inside, smearing it with the prince's own. Pioky could feel the colour rise to his cheeks as Four attempted to bunch the cloak upwards slowly over time, trying to get at what was underneath.

Pioky didn't slap him away or push him off. Only he and Four knew exactly how submissive he could be in situations like these, and Four was the type to take advantage of someone he was fond of-- in a nice way, of course. The feline's hands managed to lift the cloak up enough to worm their way beneath and Pioky gasped against his bodyguard's muzzle as he felt Four's thumbs dig into the waistband of his linen pants, sliding them down. Without those boyish hips to keep them up, the pants fell easily around the hybrid's ankles and the fennolf quivered as he became vividly aware that his member was out in the open, naked and already half-hard.

Four swirled his tongue around his prince's mouth as his hand snuck inwards, sliding along Pioky's stomach before tracing towards his crotch, where his digits touched with that slowly swelling humanoid length. Pioky groaned around Four's lips and trembled on the spot as the feline's fingers curled around his cock, giving it a few affectionate strokes to coax it to full mast. 

For a time, they quietly squirmed on the spot as Four's hand worked over Pioky's cock, stroking him enough to make him moan as their kisses muffled any lewd noises that Pioky could make-- the prince was doing his best to keep quiet, but Four knew what he liked, which made it difficult to stop himself from moaning. Eventually, however, Four relented-- he parted his muzzle from the prince's own and traced his lips along the other cub's cheek and down to his neck, before he slowly began to lower his body. Pioky was fully aware of what his intentions were; Four was no stranger to switching, despite Pioky's submissiveness.

Moving onto his knees, Four pushed his head forwards and nuzzled his nose across Pioky's crotch. The scuffle of boots against rocks nearby caught Pioky's attention for a brief moment, and a man wandered past the alley without even noticing them, reminding the two that they were out in public. Four, however, didn't care-- he parted his lips and dragged his tongue along the underside of the prince's twitching length, and Pioky was forced to cover his mouth to keep himself quiet. His cock needily throbbed in front of the feline's face, encouraged by the 13-year-old's tender licking, his tongue devoid of the typical sandpaper-like texture that most other felines had.

Four slid his muzzle down, letting the cock glide along his tongue and into his mouth. Pioky's 4-inch cock fervently throbbed in response, the head grazing along the roof of his bodyguard's mouth until it travelled towards the back of the feline's throat. Four dutifully plunged all the way and took it all, the cock just barely long enough to keep the back of Four's mouth but not enough to slip down into his throat. The feline's tongue squirmed and rolled around, lapping and licking as it coated every inch of the member in a thin film of spittle. Pioky huffed against his flat hand, toes curling against the stone beneath them as his other hand instinctively moved to Four's head, stroking his blonde hair. The feline glanced up at him, only briefly, before he pulled back and then pushed down, bobbing his head on his prince's cock.

Pioky was a sensitive boy-- each slide and suckle of that mouth around his member felt like pure heaven, and he let out muffled moan after muffled moan against his clasped hand, resisting the urge to thrust and instead bathing himself in the pleasure of their little encounter. However, nothing could drown out the anxiety he felt of them being in public; even as Four bobbed and focused his attention entirely on pleasing his royal highness, Pioky occasionally glanced to the entrance of the alley, hoping that no-one would spot them. All the while, the pleasure that he felt through his system spiked and spread to every limb, making the skin beneath his white fur tingle and causing him to occasionally close his eyes and just enjoy the sensations.

Four slowly picked up speed, attuned to the moans and squirms of the prince, gauging how close he was from those alone. This wasn't the first time they'd done something like this-- they'd fooled around for years, and Four had come to know every nook and cranny of Pioky's body and what made him tick by now. With each bob of his head, his tongue glided down the underside of the member and teased near the base, not quite long enough to touch with the prince's balls. The bodyguard's own member ached in his pants, tenting against the cloth, eager to be touched. However, this wasn't about him: he was focused completely on Pioky-- at least, for now.

It didn't take long for Pioky to begin huffing against his hand, eyes lidding over as he felt himself getting more and more worked up. The pleasure heightened within him and an all-too-familiar tension formed in his loins that made him whimper and tremble. The bodyguard watched the fennolf prince for a moment before picking up speed, bobbing faster and faster as the royal prince's moans of delight became more and more intense. Four clasped his hands to the cub's hips as the cloak fell over him for a moment, bathing him in darkness and covering him up. He didn't care though; he kept going until Pioky was weak and the knees and his chest began to heave.

A sharp, high-pitched gasp, followed by the relaxing of Pioky's muscles was indication enough of his climax, and Four pushed his mouth down, taking the entire length against his tongue as the cock throbbed and twitched, oozing little strings of cum with each eager pulse. Four's tongue likely teased and stroked along the underside of his member as Pioky huffed harshly through his nose, his breathing low and heavy but slowly beginning to normalise as his balls tucked up against his boyish frame, emptying himself into his friend's mouth. Four gulped down every last drop until none remained. Now spent, Pioky leaned against the wall for support and rolled his head back, sliding his hand down and sucking in gulps of air, his knees wobbling from exhaustion.

Four lingered just a little longer, suckling sweetly before he pulled back and slowly rose from his knelt position, though not before sliding himself out from beneath the cloak that had fallen over him. He grinned toothily at the prince and settled in close, kissing along his cheek as Four panted tiredly against his ear. Though Pioky was finished, Four hadn't yet had his turn, and the prince knew all too well that Four would want more. As if on cue, Four's gripping hands coaxed the fennolf enough, turning him until the cub prince had his chest pressed up against the wall.

"That's it..." Four mumbled, licking his lips as he tugged Pioky's hips back and grinding his hips and tenting against Pioky's cloak-covered ass, dominating him and making his arousal known. He swiftly pulled the cloak up to reveal the bare white-furred ass, and Pioky instinctively lifted his tail up and out of the way, letting it sag to the side.

Four lowered himself again, settling into a neat squat as he guided one of Pioky's hands to keep his cloak up so that Four could use his two greedy mitts to grasp the prince's ass and spread it wide, giving him access to the cute pink hole hidden between them. Instinctively, Pioky's entrance clenched from being exposed, but it loosened up pretty quickly when Pioky felt Four's head burrow between his cheeks and the warmth of a wet tongue pressed against his hole. The prince clamped his mouth shut and tried to keep quiet as Four's digits massaged his cheeks as his tongue began to lap and smear, rimming and lubing up the prince's ass.

The bodyguard wasn't down there for very long, but he made every second count. His tongue was relentless, lapping from the bottom to the top over and over as Pioky trembled and gripped the wall in front of him with one hand, knees bending inwards as he tried to keep himself upright. He was always particularly sensitive back there, but Four was just naturally a pro at this sort of thing: the way his tongue smeared around in circles, the way he probed the entrance with his tongue whilst simultaneously pressing his teeth and muzzle to Pioky's flesh were all signs that the teen knew what he was doing.

Satisfied that he'd sufficiently lubed up his prince enough, Four rose to his feet and pressing himself back up against that delightfully round behind, using one hand and pull the string loose around his cloth pants as his other hand clasped onto one of the prince's hips. Pioky groaned slightly and couldn't resist rocking his hips back against Four's erection, cheeks growing flushed when the pants fell from around his bodyguard's wait and exposed his 6-inch humanoid erection. Four didn't need to question Pioky about how much he wanted it to know the answer: he could see exactly how eager the prince was, despite his hooded face. Sliding his hips back, Four dragged his cock between the cheeks before he wedged the tip between them, smearing around the spit-covered entrance and lining himself up. After a few moments of suspense, he began to push.

Pioky's ass yielded easily to the intrusion and stretched to accommodate as it had done many times before. Four went in slowly, taking care to make sure Pioky could adjust to his girth before he sunk deeper. He could feel the prince's inner walls spasm and clench around his cock, squeezing to get used to the length as it slipped into him. The prince hummed his approval, scrunching up his eyes and pushing back with his hips as the member sunk deeper, until Four eventually hilted with the cub's backside, all 6 inches inside the prince's behind. Every inch of those warm inner walls milked his cock and periodically clenched, reacting to each pulse and throb of Four's needy length. Four sighed and rolled his head back, enjoying the feeling of it for just a moment, before he pulled back.

Spit didn't do much in terms of lube, but it was just enough to allow his member to slide back and forth, and the squeezing of the prince's ass helped to coax little droplets of pre-cum from the teen's pubescent member, which trickled a fine trail along Pioky's innards. Once he was halfway out, Four pushed forwards and thrust back into the boy's behind, groaning under his breath as Pioky tensed and kept still, huffing harshly through his nose. With that, Four began in on a slow yet steady rhythm, easing back and thrusting as, over time, pre-cum slickened his cock and made his movements easier. Once his member became fully lubed up with his own arousal, he started to pick up speed.

Pioky could manage the member just fine, but it was the sensitive pleasure that he struggled with as his prostate was probed and teased with each thrust, causing blood to swell to his member, making him harden and reach full mast within a matter of seconds. Four didn't even notice the prince's arousal as he thrust, focused entirely on the jiggling of those cheeks as his own pelvis met with Pioky's behind over and over, the wet slaps of their sex becoming more audible over time. Four was quiet the silent lover-- despite his dominating personality, the most noises he made were pants and huffs from his agape mouth, with no moans to be heard. Pioky, however, was particularly vocal due to his sensitivity, and it took every ounce of his willpower to stop himself from moaning loud and attracting attention to their public, lewd act. 

Four sped up as his pleasure grew, his loose lips turning into gritted teeth as his hips began to hammer and piston against Pioky's behind, those wet slaps becoming louder and louder as Four felt himself nearing his inevitable climax. The chances of Pioky orgasming as well were slim, but he was certainly leaking, his hard cock dripping the occasional droplet of pre-cum as their balls met with every thrust, Four's swinging teen cubs meeting lightly with Pioky's own and causing them to bounce forwards. The bodyguard huffed with every thrust, his breathing growing heavier as he felt himself nearing something delightful. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold it on for very long.

With his first and final groan, Four pushed forwards and his fingers dug against Pioky's behind as he pulled him back onto his humanoid cock, his member throbbing powerfully in the prince's ass before he finally climaxed, painting the cub's inner walls with his sticky, gooey seed. Each spurt and throb shot deep, hitting places that no-one else could, whilst the rest oozed down around Four's cock and coated it in a thin film of his own seed. He pulled back, shuddering from the sensitivity against the head of his cock, before pushing forwards again, delighted in the way Pioky's ass milked his member with every squeeze.

He eventually pulled back, briefly admiring the mess he'd made of the prince's ass and licking his lips at the sight of a single trickle of cum seeping from the boy's ass before he stepped backwards and quickly crouched to grab his pants. Pioky went to do the same, but Four stopped him, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"You're wearing a cloak, aren't you?" He teased. "Just cover yourself up. No-one will know..."

"But..." The cub grimaced as his cheeks grew redder than before. Against his better judgement, he stepped out of his pants and left them on the floor, glancing nervously to the entrance of the alley. Thankfully, no-one had been watching them, and hopefully, no-one had noticed. He felt a hand on the small of his back and turned his head to glance at Four, who simply grinned at him from cheek to cheek as if nothing had ever happened.

"Shall we go find some fine wares, my liege?" Four suggested, his hand travelled down Pioky's cloak until he squeezed his bare ass through the cloak itself, making Pioky jump. The fennolf, still half-hard, grimaced at Four before he sighed, resigning to his fate. 

With a flushed face, Pioky stepped out onto the main street, keeping his cloak tight to him as he and Four walked down to the market. This would be a day he wouldn't forget any time soon.