The Princesses and the Stolen Steed by Chi Mangetsu

Once upon a time…

A Mauryan mouse king had two beautiful twin daughters: Myn, brown of fur with luscious blue-black hair and wide, orange eyes and Nym, white of fur with hair of a brighter blue, which strangely was also the hue of some of her more… delicate parts. One day, in their nineteenth summer, they traveled with their father to the Far Orient Kingdom on a diplomatic mission involving trade of some sort with the Emperor of that place. They paid little attention to details and preferred to enjoy the scenery and the last books their father brought from his distance travels abroad.

As they grew bored on the last day of this visit, the twins slipped from the notice of their personal attendants and discovered a forested cave set into one of the sacred mountains that surrounded the palace proper in which they found a beautiful creature of green and gold. The young ladies called to the creature that looked a curious cross between a one-horned goat and a dragon. The sisters were not the greedy sort, but they tended to get what they wanted, yet the thing was far beneath them in the chasm below, lying on a floor of luxurious carpets and the fall would most surely kill them. Even so, despite the sumptuous spread of the room, it was clearly a prison.

“What are you called, fair creature, and whyfore are you kept so?” the girls asked.

“I am a Ki’rin and I am an item of the Emperor. I was foolish enough to take him as a friend and now he uses my power to enhance his carnal hungers with the women he attempts to seduce.”

The mouse twins regarded each other in a recollective fashion. Ki’rin were great, powerful beings with the ability to grant those it chose the gift of longevity… in more ways than one. “How is it you do not merely leap or fly away, O-Ki’rin?”

At this it looked most despondent. “Alas, I accepted the gift of the bell around my neck which confined me to this form and prevented my escape from this immoral chamber. If there were only a way to remove it…”

The sisters convened aside for a moment and after some time, they returned to the precipice. “We think we may have a plan to free you, O-Ki’rin. If all goes well, you will leave with us this night.”

At this the Ki’rin was overjoyed and as he bounded about, his bell gave a merry clang and the two couldn’t help but notice the one-horned creature’s other horn was growing measurably. Taking a moment to admire the beast, they took their leave to set their plan into motion.

The two sisters were fortunate that not only was their father the king of Maurya, but too he gave his daughters great liberties and rarely kept a tight leash on them, for lately that day, two lovely Mauryan attendants came to the king at the close of his evening feast, both of whom were nothing short of stunning and a little more than lascivious. They were only too eager to join him in his bedchambers, along with a pet billy goat they insisted join them. For accompaniment, they said.

What delicious courtesans they were! Quickly they took their leave down a passage hall behind the king’s bookcase. He’d never had two women and a goat before! He was so excited in fact, that by the time they reached the Ki’rin’s keep, he never noticed that the wine he was pouring down his throat was not of his own private cask and that it tasted ever sweeter than normal. He did notice the girls getting prettier by the sip, which was all that really mattered.

When they finally reached the luxurious cell, the girls amazed at the creature as the goat bleated without apology. The twins watched as the king drank and drank, seemingly unaffected by the heady spirits so strong that a pint could put a mammoth to sleep, but the king was only dimly aware of the fact that there were two supple young women in his chambers who were both still fully clothed. Indeed, he was only aware of his surroundings in the fact that there were things outside of his own body.

Finally, the grinning Emperor began snoring softly as he sat, bottle still in hand as he sat comfortably in his overly-plush chair. In the corner, the Ki’rin and the billy goat who luxuriated in the thing’s gorgeous coat awoke with a mutual yawn as the sisters quickly worked, switching the exquisitely crafted belled collar for the billy’s simple leash and cowbell. Myn pat the goat on the head and gave him an apologetic look as the Ki’rin looked up at Nym with gratitude.

“Thank you, princesses! How could I ever—wait, what are you-?!” but suddenly, the princess lift her sari and grasped his horn, pulling his mouth to her soaking sex.

“Lick me, O-Ki’rin~!” as her twin pulled off her clothes save a pair of violet stockings and knelt beside him to lick his hardening member.

You see, what the Emperor—and apparently the Ki’rin himself—forgot was that the power of the Ki’rin’s seduction precursing that of its keeper would always be stronger. The Ki’rin suddenly found himself between the bodies of two beautiful Mauryan princesses—and he couldn’t say he was complaining, just maybe a bit, well, rusty.

He was dribbling shining, pearlescent blue pre-cum down the brown furred sister’s throat as she sucked his long, thick, ebony column while the white furred sister backed up against his long, black tongue, grasping his silver horn, then she looked back and whispered to him, “Change.” Her sister rubbed his side as she pulled the massive thing from her lips. “Glub! Aah~ we studied *pant* up. You can assume a bipedal form at your master’s wishes. Well, we are your mistresses now and we wish you to violate the both of us until we are satisfied—oooh, that’s really bi-i-UNGH! OH FUCK!” she shouted as the Ki’rin spread the mouse princess’ thighs and plunged his eager cock inside. “Or at least until sun-up,” Nym giggled.

“Xiao obeys his mistresses,” the Ki’rin said dutifully.

What occurred that night is a tale for another time, and the three would engage in their affairs with great regularity to be assured. As for the Emperor, word has it that a venerable old man replaced the swarthy, roguish Emperor after the former lord tossed himself into the sea. Whenever anyone saw this new Emperor, they were commanded to kiss hoof of his mysterious pet goat at pain of death. Fortunately, the Mauryan goat was a humble creature and met the gestures with cold indifference.

~Fin~