Making Royal Processions Fun again..

“I’m Going.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Try and stop me.”

Abby and Spitz stood on either ends of her dressing room, both standing defiantly and scowling at the other, though Abby was in only a whitish-pink corset and her undergarments, she still held her ground against her mercenary-turned-bodyguard, staring up at him angrily.

They both knew that this confrontation was a long time coming, ever since the last royal procession, which had gone about as well as a fireworks display at a coal mine. Spitz had rode a horse outside the carriage as most bodyguards do, in some nice leather mercenary gear since he hadn’t been fitted for metal armor yet, and it had been a disaster. The common masses seemed to view him as a stain on the pearly white reputation of their reputation, the men all viewing him as foreign influence on their perfect princess, and the women seeing him as a horrible brute that probably went out and ate babies when nobody was looking. By the end of the procession, three horses including Spitz’s had slipped or stumbled on the sheer amount of rotten fruits and vegetables that were thrown the Gnoll’s way by the crowd, and Spitz had to take a four hour bathing session back at the castle just to get the scent of festering cabbage out of his nostrils. 

“We’ll get you a separate carriage.” Abby maintained, though she knew arguing with the hyena was like pulling teeth. Spitz growled at the mere suggestion. “No. I’m not leaving you undefended. Takes two seconds to get out of a carriage at best, then another three to reach yours, not counting other people or the crowd. Five seconds is all it could take, Princess.”
Spitz only used that word when he really wanted to annoy Abby, and she knew it. Scowling at him, one eyebrow twitching in annoyance. “I have an entire entourage of guards specifically for that. You aren’t the only person I have defending me, you know.”
“I’m the only competent one.” Spitz shot back, meeting her gaze with one of his own.
 Ever since the day he’d discovered his little ‘mage companion’ was actually royalty, namely, the day someone hired a kidnapper to come get her, he’d been a little at-odds with her. He’d quit the mercenary business just to be her traveling companion, and thought he knew everything about her…everything except her incredibly important past, apparently. Since then, and more than a few kidnapping and assassination attempts later, Abby was sent a letter by her parents. They wanted her to return to the fold, and despite Spitz’s attempts to get her to blow it off, they both knew she had to go back eventually, lest there be one day those attempts actually go through. 
So, Spitz became her bodyguard instead. Not like he could go back to a guild after that, and he was dubious at best how good her royal guards could really be. After all, his old Gnoll clan killed bunches of guards who looked just like them, how could these guys be better? 
Abby, to her credit, fought both social prejudice and the concerns of those around her to get him an official position, something Spitz appreciated though he didn’t fully understand it. Didn’t really change how people saw him anyhow, now they were afraid of being arrested by the royal court instead of being gutted in their sleep, but their scowls were the same. Spitz, despite now burdened by royal responsibility and a spunky little princess who likes being pampered about as much as a thorn in the foot, had transitioned surprisingly well. After all, he’d gone from constantly being concerned over her personal safety because of her lack of caution, to being constantly concerned over her personal safety because of her position. Not much of a leap, all things considered.
However, Spitz’s transition was instead made difficult by getting him used to the royal process. Of course, this included the formal things like greetings, manners, which spoon to use at dinner time, and the less formal things like getting the Gnoll to wear clothes that weren’t made of animal hide and, well, getting him to use utensils at all. Spitz could have sworn his intake of alcohol had doubled since then just to deal with the migraines alone, but other than the rough start it had all been smooth sailing…

…until he was revealed to the public for the first time, and reminded exactly how the common masses think of people like him. The director for the royal procession originally had suggested Spitz be presented as a consort or slave at worst, something both Abby and Spitz vetoed into the ground for obvious reasons. Spitz didn’t care what the royals or nobles or even the kingdom thought about him. He didn’t need to be loved by the people like Abby was, and would ride at her carriage door like every bodyguard before him, no debate, no argument. 
Though, due to the absolute disaster that the last procession was, they both agreed there needed to be a change, though the nature of that change was a point of contention, and so they were at odds with one another once again. 

“Fine. We’ll smuggle you in in secret, and you can wait at the castle-” 
“What part of ‘I’m not leaving you alone with those slow, incompetant bastards’ do you not get, Abby?”
Abby sighed and rubbed her temples. She knew his concerns were valid, but there wasn’t a good solution to this…at least not one that would break social convention. There was a knock on the door, Spitz just frowning and walking over to open it, exchanging some quiet words with the frantic message boy who’d expected to get a glance at the changing princess, not expecting this monster to open the door, and shutting the door in his face afterwords. Coming back with a sigh and taking a swig from his flask (something he’d purchased with his newfound money and grown to love intensely), and looking back to her.
 “Better get finished changing, princess. Seems like you’re on in an hour and a half.” Spitz noted dryly, looking over at the long, flowy dress that reminded him too much of her mage robes. He liked her better in armor.
Abby sighed and went behind the changing curtain, closing it and continuing to think about how the hell to do this. The dress fit tightly around her midsection thanks to the corset that was nearly suffocating her, and the long, flowy part around it was nearly so long as to drag the ground, but she just grit her teeth and bore it. She swore that thick woolen mage robe was less suffocatingly hot than this, but she got it on anyhow. 
When she opened the changing curtain, she was met with a very empty room, her bodyguard nowhere to be seen, and eerily quiet without his hulking presence filling the room.
“Um, Spitz?” She called into the room, getting only an echoing silence back. This was…strange. Not to mention entirely unlike the gnoll to leave her alone for more than the time it took to use the restroom. Where was that dolt…

The smart rap of knuckles on the door was enough to make her jump, taking a deep breath and stilling her heart, walking over to the door and opening it to find that same message boy from earlier, now blushing like a little fanboy to see the princess so closely, nearly forgetting to deliver his message. “U-Uhm, t-the carriage is ready for you, y-your majesty!” He stammers out, before running off giddily. Abby was more than a little disappointed it hadn’t been Spitz, though as she walks down the hall towards the front entrance, she reminds herself it couldn’t have been him anyways. He never knocks.
As she walked outside, straightening her back and trying to remember all the little things her parents and advisors constantly needled her about with her appearance, she was met with the official red-carpet treatment. Literally, a red carpet stretching over the cobblestones outside towards the entrance to her carriage, six guards in gleaming golden-plated armor flanking her walk, with the entire population of the small town outside the walls of the city having come out to see the princess’s return, cheering and throwing rice in celebration. Abby felt blood rushing to her face, but was reminded of the use of the corset when it never reached. Letting out a held breath, she put on her perfect little face. A half-smile, not enough to be mistaken as dumb, not so little to be mistaken as sad or bitter. A perfect little mask to meet the world with as she walks towards the carriage, all the while wondering where in the nine hells Spitz was, wondering if that argument had been the breaking point for them. Maybe he’d decided to leave altogether, if she thought the guards did such a good job. They weren’t bound by contract after all, and Spitz was used to a life of poverty…
She tried not to let such thoughts show as she boarded the carriage, remembering how her foot has to be placed ‘just so’ so her heels don’t slip off the extremely thin steps up to the main part of the carriage. Stepping inside and taking a seat on the leather-padded seat, more uncomfortable than she’d ever remembered. 
With that, there was a few minutes pause as the guards all got settled in their saddles, the horses stamping on the cobblestones of the road and panting, complaining about the heavy ceremonial armor they wore, before there was the crack of a whip, and they were off.
Abby sighed and looked outside at the crowd, picking a few small children to make eye contact with and wave, always happy to watch them squeal and blush and hide behind their parents legs, before they passed the gate of the town and headed towards the capital.
Suddenly, Abby heard a groaning noise, the seat below her rumbling and pushing upwards. Thinking quickly, she drew the shutters closed on the carriage, throwing herself against the other wall of the carriage and readying an Ice spell, something Spitz and her had discussed. The Ice wouldn’t be loud, would kill readily at close range, and wouldn’t damage the carriage. She readied it with a gulp as she watched the seats pop open, a huge, hulking, annoying form rising from below the seat.

“Hey there Princess.”

Abby didn’t know whether to scream at him, or give him a hug. Dropping her ice spell and slumping into the opposite as Spitz steps out of the underseat compartment, replacing the cushions and sitting down across from her, a shit-eating grin on his face as he watches Abby’s incredulous face. “Awww, you missed me didn’t you?”
“How in the world did you-...y-you idiot, I could have impaled you!” She said, crossing her arms and looking away angrily, though inwardly she was happy to see him again, thankful he hadn’t chosen to leave. “When I said the guards were incompetent, I wasn’t exaggerating…” Spitz says, grabbing and jingling a mostly empty pouch of gold from his belt. “A hundred gold each, plus an intimidating stare to the driver was all it took. Slipped in among the chaos, nobody in the audience saw hair-nor-hide of me.” He explains, looking at her. Abby’s heart finally being given a reason to relax as she looks at the curtains, thankful she’d closed them when she did. If anyone knew that not only was the gnoll still here, but inside the royal carriage, she blew an exasperated breath, shaking the thoughts out of her head and looking back to him with a relieved smile. “You’re insane.” “Of course I am, no guard with his head on straight could handle you.” They both let out a laugh, the tension between them finally broken as they wheeled ever closer to the city walls…

The ride to the city was still very, very long, and by the third hour the silence had become incredibly loud between them, the sounds of the horses snorting and the wheels against the cobblestones below had faded into the background, even Spitz’s patience being tested, bouncing his leg impatiently. Eventually, he looked towards her, breaking the silence with a smug smile as he looks at her regal outfit. “How did you even squeeze into that thing? Seems like it would be like trying to fit a greatsword into a quiver.” He notes, looking her up and down approvingly. Though he joked, she did look good in the outfit. Abby just rolled her eyes, looking back to him “What, are you calling me fat?” She replied, provoking a snicker. “Oh totally. A few weeks back into the royal lifestyle and you’re already packing on the pounds.” Spitz jokes, looking back to her…then undoing his belt. 
Abby blushed terribly, looking at the curtains, making absolutely, positively sure they were still closed, before looking back to the gnoll as he slid his pants down slightly, fishing out his sheath, his cock already starting to slide out as she watched. “W-what the hell are you doing? We’re already near the gate, can’t you wait an hour or two?” She whispers loudly, as if the driver could hear anything inside the carriage over the stamping of hooves and the wheels clacking loudly. Spitz just continues stroking himself, looking over at her with a devious grin. “What? I’m bored, and it’s not like anyone can see inside here. Does it offend you, princess?” He teases, as the stuffy air in the cabin starts to fill with his scent. Making her blush even more across from him with annoyance, refusing to answer and turning away, trying to ignore him. Still, however, his actions had the effect he was going for, and she was getting hot and bothered in an entirely different way under that dress of hers, and the air getting hotter and heavier inside the cabin wasn’t helping. Abby bites her lip, looking back towards his crotch, her heart pounding. This was risky beyond anything they’d done before, not to mention entirely unheard of. If anyone looked in…but they wouldn’t, would they? The guards could get executed for even looking at her without authorization, not to mention the driver. The curtains were closed…
Abby sighed, turning back to him as he stops jerking off, giving her another smug grin as she lets herself down to the floor on her knees, looking up at him between his thighs with an annoyed, angry look on her face as she places her hands on his dick. “You’re an asshole.” She says, starting to rub it up and down, letting herself get lost in the act. “I know.” He responds simply, looking down at her with a satisfied growl as she starts to pleasure him, putting one large paw on her head to stroke her hair back as she uses her mouth, taking the huge tip in and starting to bob up and down on it. His taste, salty and masculine and just a bit meaty, it was a little addicting to say the least. Abby moaning as she fellates him, one of her hands sliding down…and forgetting entirely about her dress. The long, flowy fabrics acting like a chastity belt, preventing her from touching herself while on the ground, much to her frustration. Frustration Spitz notices easily from her blushing face, pulling her back slightly from his dick, one rope of saliva trailing her lips as she looks up at him, wiping off her face cheekily. There’s no words, they’ve done this enough that they’re not needed. Spitz just nods, and she stands up, turning around and crossing her arms defiantly, though she doesn’t need to show her excitement for Spitz to know it’s there. 
Taking off the dress would be more of a problem than it’s worth, so he simply flips it up, revealing her cute white panties beneath, enough to make the Gnoll start to salivate. Abby holds her dress all bunched-up above her rear, blushing as Spitz hooks two large claws into her panties and slides them down to the floor, dragging a finger across her wet, sensitive folds and placing it to his lips, tasting her with a deep, satisfied noise. Finally grabbing his dick, his other hand on Abby’s hips as he guides her down onto his lap, her moans filling the cabin as the tip parts her needy folds. The procession, meanwhile, passing the gates to the city, the roar of the crowd outside drowned out entirely by Abby’s noises as she slides down to Spitz’s knot. The Gnoll grabbing her around the middle and starting to pant as he bounces her up and down. Slow enough not to rock the carriage, but enough to let her labia smack against that thick, stiff ball of meat at the base of his dick as she tries to quiet her moans. “Nngh, I swear you’re tighter with that thing on..” Spits grunts out, stopping his bouncing for a second just to feel her around him. Abby just puts a hand back on his shoulder, looking back into his eyes with lustful determination. “Shut up and keep doing that.” She orders, Spitz providing a smile in return. 
“As you wish, your majesty…” he teases, starting to bounce her harder and faster. The carriage bouncing slightly on the cobblestones, thankfully unnoticed by anyone outside as their perfect princess’s makeup starts to run with sweat, and they both start to near orgasm. 
“D-don’t put the-” “I know.” 
A simple exchange coming only a few more thrusts before Spitz slams her into his lap one last time, thankfully keeping the knot from entering her as he grits his teeth. Abby’s face contorted in a silent scream of pleasure as she feels Spitz start to pump rope after rope of cum inside her, much of it spilling out around his knot as his orgasm goes on and on. Abby long since having orgasmed, their mixed juices dampening the fur around his crotch as their orgasms wind down, their breathing heavy with exertion, Spitz’s shaft still spreading her insides as they both catch their breath, Abby glancing at the curtains and making sure that, yes, they’re still closed. 
“Heh, so, what happened to ‘social convention’ prince-” Spitz starts, before he finds Abby’s lips at his own, shutting him up in the quickest way possible. Now, for the first time ever, it was Spitz’s turn to blush. Taken very off guard by her actions, his eyes wide as she maintains the kiss…but slowly falling as he grasps her in a hug, returning the kiss in full as the noise of cobblestones turns to concrete. Spitz’s ears flicked, as that meant they were off the street and in the castle. He maintains the kiss for just a second longer, not wanting to stop, but ripping himself away…for now, at least. “Uhm…we’re here.” he says, pulling her off his shaft, making sure to hold it back from flinging fluids everywhere as the cart starts to slow. Abby’s adrenaline going into overdrive as she pulls her dress down and sits opposite him, while Spitz stuffs his dick back into his pants, thankful it’s going down for the moment, though his own thoughts are running a mile a minute. 

As they finally slow to a stop, and an attendant opens the door, he’s greeted with the picture of elegance. Abby’s slightly flushed, smiling face and her bodyguard of questionable nature stepping out. Offering his arm for Abby to take as she steps down from the carriage, helping keep her steady on the too-thin steps as she walks on the red carpet, then standing right behind her at her side as she slowly walks forwards towards the king and queen. Spitz didn’t care about them, however. He could have been anywhere in the world other than where he was standing, his heart beating out of his chest and his thoughts over the moon, Abby’s smile finally genuine as she walks along. The red carpet towards her new life, thankful she kept a part of her old one around.

The carriage would be wheeled off, and a rumor would spread among the servants of the castle over the next few days. When it was inspected to be cleaned, the only thing the driver had found inside was a soaked pair of lacy white panties, and a lingering scent. 
The driver quit soon after, enticed by a hefty sum gifted to him by the princess herself, delivered in person by her bodyguard, the latter of which was said to have influenced him more than the money.