"Are you sure this is going to be okay, Four?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be? They'll just tell everyone to leave anyway."

"That's what I'm worried about. I would rather not burden my future subjects..."

With a scoff, the feline wrapped his arm around the robed prince and squeezed him encouragingly, leading him down the busy street and weaving in between the city-goers. It was yet another warm summer afternoon and the crown prince of the kingdom had more than enough time of his hands lately with the current war effort on their borders to do as he pleased. His father, the king, had been away from the castle for about 2 weeks, so Pioky's lessons on inheriting the throne had ground to a halt until the matter of the civil war ceased. Because of that, Pioky had spent a lot of time outside the castle, intent on taking advantage of the free time he had and using it to the fullest-- with his bodyguard Four in tow, of course.

This day, however, was entirely Four's idea. It was no secret to the two of them that Pioky didn't like to throw around his status; even when going into the heart of the city he liked to hide his appearance and act as a random peasant boy. The preferential treatment he received from people just for his birthright was both embarrassing and mortifying, and Four understood that-- at least, Pioky thought he did. Yet, Four's intentions for today was to use that very status to get an entire bathhouse to themselves. Pioky was, of course, originally against the idea, but it was hard to say no to Four who tended to be quite dominant. The feline knew exactly how to coax Pioky into things.

The bathhouse was one of those very public places, where typically the poorer individuals came from all over to clean. The majority of the more run-down shanty houses on the outskirts of the city tended to not have places to wash, but cleanliness was important to stop the spread of disease. To that end, various bathhouses were made for the peasant folk-- though some still remained for the richer individuals, who used them for business deals and to generally build political rapport. For the one that Four had picked out, however, it was a common spot for the working class. Making their way up the steps leading into the house itself, Four and Pioky quickly made their way inside.

There was no 'staff' to speak of, at least not in the traditional sense. There were no nice linen towels or cloth to dry themselves on when they need it either, for the heat of the bathhouse lone was enough to dry off any moisture when they were done. The entryway split into two sections, leading into small rooms beyond where the walls were lined with tables and shelves, some of them already containing various clothes from the potentially naked men and women beyond. Against Pioky's better judgement, he removed his cloak and began to bundle it up as Four started to undress, dismantling his armour and letting it fall to the floor.

"Don't be nervous," Four insisted, tugging off his tunic and slipping down his pants shortly thereafter, revealing his toned ass and reasonably athletic teen frame. "It'll be fine."

"I know," Pioky murmured, placing his robe on the shelf and slowly easing his royal tunic up over his head, revealing his lithe white-furred hybrid frame. "I just feel bad. I'm sure these people are here for a reason..."

"This is a free service, provided by the kingdom," Four pointed out. "Even I come here sometimes and they only ever have someone here to clean up the water. No-one's going to mind, I promise. They can some another time, anyway."

"Right..." Pioky knew that no matter how much he argued about it, Four was intent on doing this. Pioky dropped his pants and could practically feel Four checking him off as he stepped out of them and folded them up, placing them atop his things on the shelf. The two of them stood there for a moment, completely naked before Four stepped forwards and clasped the prince's ass, encouraging him onwards. With a nervous gulp, Pioky followed his bodyguard towards the door at the other end of the room, where wafts of steam and heat signalled the way to the baths.

The main room predominantly consisted of the main bath area, a bubbling little inferno of hot water and steam-- which was a good size, at least 100 square metres or so-- and several benches around the edges of the room for people to sit on. Some appear to have brought their own clothes and towels to dry themselves but most sat naked, enjoy the humid moisture of the bathhouse or drying from a recent soak. There were only two doors; the one they had just come out of, and another for the other changing room. Four cleared his throat, which abruptly brought attention to them, much to Pioky's dismay.

The prince wasn't sure what to expect when people finally noticed him, but he ultimately wasn't surprised the see the eyes of every person in there on him in a matter of seconds. His pink hair, the sign of his heritage, stood out enough for even those who knew very little about the monarchy to notice, considering the majority of them had black and brown mops, or sometimes no hair at all. A quiet murmur began to spread like wildfire through the peasantry, those who were sitting together leaning in to whisper or others turning to nearby furs to speculate and air their confusion. 

"Um, Four, there's a lot of people," Pioky began with a whisper. "Are you sure it's okay t--"

"Gentleman," Four suddenly spoke loudly and clearly, catching everyone's attention. "His royal highness, the Crown Prince, would like to bathe. Would you be so kind as to give him some privacy?"

The group of people cast glances at each other, and Pioky was sure that they'd refused or there'd be an issue. Yet, to his surprise, the various men and some women began to move, heading towards the two sets of doors, some coming past Pioky and others moving to the other side of the room. Their reaction was mixed, to say the least-- some bowed and were polite and kind, others were irked but didn't cause a fuss, and some even ogled their young, naked bodies as they walked by, visibly amused and even aroused by them. Eventually, however, every other person bar the two boys milled themselves out of the room and gave them complete and utter privacy in an otherwise public communal bath.

"See? Told you it'd be fine." Four puffed out his chest and looked pleased with himself, but Pioky frowned and sighed, resigning to the idea. He stepped forwards and dipped his paw into the water, wincing briefly at the heat before he crouched down and sat on the edge of the bath, before sticking his feet in. He slid down into the water and sighed as the heat permeated through his fur and into his body. It almost felt like it went all the way into his bones. Pioky turned his head towards Four just in time to see the feline sail over his head, launching himself into the pool cannonball style. Water splashed everywhere and despite Pioky covering his face, the rest of his head still got wet, his wet hair sticking to his fur and stinging his eyes.

"F-Four!" Pioky cried, trying to wipe the water from his eyes as he coughed and stuck out his tongue. "My eyes sting..."

"Sorry." Four giggled, poking his head out from the water and slowly swimming his way over, turning around as he swam and pressing his back to the side of the pool. He snuggled up against Pioky's side and, despite his annoyance, the prince couldn't stay mad at his own personal bodyguard. Four meant well, he knew that. 

A silence fell between them as Pioky idly smoothed his hair back to get it out of his face, and began to stroke down his shoulders and arms with the water, the heat alone enough to make his skin prickle, threatening to burn. He had to wonder how it managed to stay so hot, but he didn't really have time to think about it. As he stroked and sloshed himself with the hot water, Four nuzzled up against his side, one roaming hand dancing beneath the water's surface mere inches from the fennolf's royal body.

"Did you just use this as an excuse to be naked together?" Pioky queried, fully aware of his bodyguard's lust.

"No!" Four insisted with a toothy grin. "...Maybe. We don't get a lot of privacy in the castle."

"We get plenty. It's not like people come into my room, you know..." Pioky pointed out, yet instinctively angled his head away from Four and shivered as the feline nuzzled into his neck, lips against fur.

"But this is more fun, right?" Four purred, his fingers finally touching with the fennolf's stomach. His digits danced across Pioky's wet fur as he dragged his lips up to the cub's jawline and across towards his muzzle. Pioky instinctively angled his head a little towards the 13-year-old and their muzzles quickly touched. It was hard to resist Four when he was being so delicately romantic, and the royal prince found himself instinctively pushing his head forwards, deepening the kiss between them.

It wasn't so embarrassing when it was just the two of them-- Pioky felt like he could be himself, at least. Four shifted, his hand sliding down towards the little humanoid cock between Pioky's legs as his lips parted and his tongue roamed, prodding and sliding against the fennolf's tongue and smearing against the prince's own. Pioky reached out to touch and stroke across Four's forearm, his other hand awkwardly sliding around the cub's back and hooking along his outermost thigh. A quiet whimper escaped the prince's muzzle as Four angled his head to deepen the kiss further, his fingers sliding beneath Pioky's balls and towards his taint.

Letting out a grunt of half-protest, half-surprise, Pioky shifted and instinctively squeezed his legs together as he felt Four's hand dip further down then his taint, trying to bury itself under his ass and wedge itself between the stone and the fennolf's plush rump. When Four's kisses pressed a little deeper, Pioky swallowed his nervous down and loosened his legs, slowly spreading them apart and shifting his form so that he was sitting more on the small of his back instead of his ass-- it was a little difficult but he managed it, for the water wasn't too deep at the end they were sitting on. Four had to lean down to kiss him now, however; not that he minded, for Pioky was often in the bottom position.

The feline's fingers trailed and dipped, his middle finger following the valley between the boy's cheeks until his digit pressed and kneaded against the hidden button, making Pioky tense. Four had always been quite the handsy boy, but this felt wholly different-- especially now that they were in public. Four's finger circled around Pioky's sensitive entrance and probed, threatening to slip inside despite the lack of lubricant. All the while, Four's tongue roamed inside the prince's mouth as Pioky sensually licked the feline's tongue in return, hands weakly gripping to the older cub-- Four had a way of making him feel like jelly.

It didn't take long for Four's grasping hands and tender kisses to stir something within Pioky, and his member rapidly began to harden as Four's finger pressed and stretched the cub's hole, forcing his ring to open but not sinking deeper just yet. In a matter of moments, Pioky was full mast beneath the surface of the water as Four withdrew his lips, hungrily dipping his head to kiss and bite along Pioky's neck, his nibbles tender yet lustful. A needy whimper escaped the prince's mouth and Four seized the opportunity, pushing his middle finger a little firmer than before and burying his digit into the 12-year-old's behind.

"F-Four...!" Pioky huffed the feline's name through gritted teeth, rolling his head back and groaning as he felt the digit sink deeper and deeper, his dry inner walls spasming and struggling to adjust. His member weakly throbbed in the heat of the bathwater as his skin prickled under the feline's assault, vividly aware of an obvious mass prodding his hip, a reminder of his bodyguard's own arousal. Four began to purr, the vibrations of his humming throat travelling up to his lips enough for Pioky to feel it through his little bites and sandpaper licks. If that wasn't enough, the feline's finger finally reached its destination, the curling digit probing and grazing against a sensitive, aching spot inside of Pioky that had him gasping and tensing from the feeling. Pleasure spiked up the fennolf's spine as his member wildly twitched, his prostate being tenderly massaged.

Pioky partly wanted to tell Four to slow down, but he was ultimately enjoying it far more than he should, and when Four finally sat up and reached his other hand over, Pioky could do nothing but groan in delight as Four's other hand curled around his throbbing cock. Slowly the feline stroked him, pumping his member and causing his length to tense and his insides to squeeze in unison, his lips parted as he closed his eyes and began to huff, squirming in his awkward position. Four's digit didn't slip out nor plunge deeper and he continued to slowly yet gently curl and flex his finger inside the prince's ass, knowing exactly where to prod to get the cub going. Little droplets of pre-cum soon began to leak out from the end of his member, swimming through the warm water with each subtle movement.

Pioky's huffing pants quickly reached something akin to breathy grunts, and Four could easily tell that Pioky was already getting close-- this didn't surprise him, for Pioky was typically very sensitive down there anyway, especially when it came to fingering. It was a delight to see his prince tremble and shudder, and the way his smaller cock pulsed powerfully in his hands was probably the best part. Four slowly picked up speed, his slow strokes steadily lapsing into a moderately-paced pumping that had Pioky huffing even more harshly, instinctively pushing his hips up as Four dragged his mouth back up, kissing along the prince's cheek as the cub submissively melted against him.

"O-Oh...!" Pioky let out a weak gasp and Four knew what it meant. His pumping hand slowed and he felt the young prince tremble as the cub orgasmed, his insides periodically squeezing as his member throbbed and tensed, balls tucking up against his belly. Cum shot in little strings into the water and idly swam around as Pioky's body relaxed and he let out a long, tired sigh. Bliss washed over him and he turned his head, reaching up to cup Four's cheek and pull him in for a kiss. The feline obliged and pressed down against him, groaning his approval as they tenderly, hungrily rolled their tongues together amidst the warm sensation of Pioky's post-nut glow, the fennolf's body tingling and swimming with utter euphoria.

"Mm..." Four hummed, kissing a little deeper before he pulled away, his muzzle stretching into a toothy grin. "How was that, my prince? Definitely a lot more fun than being back at the castle, wasn't it?"

"...I do have to agree," Pioky giggled, lolling his head and closing his eyes as he basked in the lovely, intoxicating feelings of both pleasure and the heat of the water on his skin. "There's no doubt that you know how to pick the right places."

"Of course," The cub looked almost smug, puffing out his chest. "But we're not done yet. You know that, right, my prince?"

Pioky was no fool-- he knew all too well of the feline's arousal, for it had been prodding his hip for the past few minutes. With a nod, Pioky sat up a little more and scooted his hips back as Four slowly pulled his digit back from the fennolf's ass, leaving him with the strange feeling of emptiness. Rising from the water, Four stood upright, his hips easily passing through the surface of the water and his crotch revealing itself to the warm air, mere inches from Pioky's face. The prince stared at the sight of his bodyguard's humanoid 6-inch member, hanging at a near-horizontal angle towards the fennolf's muzzle and the cub admittedly felt his mouth go dry at the sight. It dripped with water and glistened in the dim light, almost inviting him to taste-- and, of course, Pioky was going to do just that.

Unable to resist and admittedly feeling rather submissive, Pioky leant his head forwards and pressed his lips to the head of the member, taking in the taste of his bodyguard's cock. He closed his eyes and relished the pulsing heat against his lips, the way the cock throbbed encouragingly, wanting him to go further. He pushed his mouth forwards and parted his muzzle as Four placed a hand atop the boy's head, gently stroking behind his hair, fingers digging into wet fur as Pioky sunk himself down. He couldn't take all 6 inches in his mouth, but he could manage a good portion of it-- enough for Four to groan and push his hips forwards experimentally, wanting to thrust and fuck due to pure instinct alone.

Reaching up, Pioky clasped his hands against Four's hips and pushed down, groaning as the cock probed the back of his throat and threatened to dip lower. He did his best to go past his limits and take what he could, but the second he felt his throat spasm he tugged back, and Four hummed his approval, dragging his hand up to stroke the fennolf's ear between his thumb and forefinger. Pioky's other ear folded down submissively as the other was held and his tail wagged in the water back and forth, enjoying the gentle feeling of Four's hands praising him. He slid back all the way to the tip, smearing his tongue around the foreskinned end before he pushed down again, his tongue peeling the foreskin back as he did his best to hilt, managing 5 inches before he had to pull back.

With that, he began in on a series of slow and steady bobs, listening intently to Four's moans and huffs of pleasure. All of this was to please him, after all-- and Pioky loved nothing more than making sure Four was enjoying himself. It took everything in the feline not to thrust and hump his prince's mouth, but Pioky's fervent bobbing alone was thankfully enough for him. Each suckle and slurp was audible and wet, and the combined noises of Four's groans and the sounds of their sex began to bounce around the acoustics of the bathhouse-- if anyone was still outside, they'd surely hear them. Thankfully, Pioky's mind was on other matters rather than worrying about being caught: he was far too focused on the boy in front of him to even consider the notion.

"That's it, keep going..." Four mumbled, closing his eyes and panting quietly through his parted lips as Pioky slowly picked up the pace, using his tongue to slicken every available inch of the cock with his spit-- though it was wet from water, the liquid did nothing to lube up the cock, yet his saliva did the trick. Pre-cum quickly met with his tongue over time and Pioky began to taste it's strangely neutral flavour, gulping it down as he bobbed his head back and forth, as all the while Four's fingers stroked his ears and cupped his cheek.

The feline's groans became heavier over time, lapsing into a higher and higher pitch as Pioky picked up and speed and eventually began to feel Four thrusting into his mouth a little. The bodyguard mewled and purred and his touch tightened against Pioky's cheek, his member twitching wildly, signalling that he was getting close. Pioky wasn't surprised that he was already going to cum-- Four was, after all, a pretty horny teenager. The fennolf didn't quite share his lover's libido, but he certainly enjoyed taking care of it. The hybrid submissively pushed down as much as he could manage and held his head there, allowing Four to thrust and hump against his tongue, the feline's breath hitching in his throat.

With a moan and a shudder, Four pushed his hips forwards and sighed, teetering on the spot as thick strings of cum suddenly shot down into Pioky's throat with each powerful throb and pulse. The prince did his best to gulp what he could but started to realise that he was in over his head. Four, thankfully, often paid close attention to his prince; he pulled back after a few moments and slid his member from the fennolf's mouth entirely, stroking his cock and squeezing the rest of his load out onto the boy's face, spurting strings of seed at all manner of angles across his snout and down his cheeks. Pioky closed his eyes and raised his hands palm-up to catch what he could, being the dutiful submissive prince that he knew Four liked.

"Good boy, make sure to catch it all--" Four groaned dirtily, but the sudden shuffling of feet against stone caught both their attention. They snapped their heads in the direction of one of the two corridors leading back to the changes rooms just in time to see a tail disappearing around the corner. A silence fell between them before Pioky's face began to redden and his cheeks began to burn. He dropped his hands and turned, covering his head and whimpering his dismay at being caught doing such a lewd act, and Four hummed his confusion, looking down at his spit and cum-covered cock, before grimacing at Pioky's embarrassment.

"I, uh...I'm sure it's fine," Four insisted. "They won't say anything."

Pioky didn't even know what to say in response, and instead dipped his head, splashing hot water onto his face to wash the cum from his muzzle, before he used a hand to push the water outwards so no strings of cum floating in the water caught onto his fur. With that, he rose to his feet and awkwardly stepped out of the pool, his arousal still obvious despite the fact he'd already cum, his half-hard member bouncing with each subtle movement. Four glanced at it for a moment before putting an arm around Pioky's shoulders.

"Do you want to get changed?" Four asked, and Pioky silently nodded, keeping his gaze down. A pang of guilt shot through Four's system before he pecked the cub on the cheek and encouraged him onwards.

Pioky's pretty sure he'll forget this day eventually-- but for the time being, the embarrassment and memory of the day were likely to haunt him, both in a good and a bad way.