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Khanin held Charan tightly around the waist. The wind blew in their faces, and their rhythmic movements created a melody. The white horse with two riders galloped across the field. The sun was shining brightly and warming the Earth with its rays. They rode farther and farther away from the palace, leaving all their responsibilities and status somewhere far behind. The horse stopped near the forest, and the travelers dismounted. Charan tied up the horse, and they went deeper into the forest.
Khanin took his boyfriend by the hand and headed deeper into the forest. Yes, his boyfriend. Now they were not a prince and a bodyguard with a trainer, no, they were just Ran and Nin, who loved each other. They were going to a special place. A place where they could be themselves. The horse remained further and further behind, and the boys, immersed in each other's touch, went deeper and deeper. They came to a pond surrounded by a flowering meadow. It was a heavenly place. It was their place.
Khanin took off his backpack, filled with everything they needed. There was a sheet and all kinds of snacks. He plopped down on the ground, inviting his boyfriend to sit next to him, which he did. Their fingers intertwined, and their hearts beat in unison.
“Do you remember when we first came here?” Ran asked quietly, looking at the glistening water.
“Back then, it all seemed forbidden,” Nin smiled, squeezing his hand. “It was as if we had stolen a piece of happiness from the world.”
"Now we're just stealing time for ourselves,“ Ran said, looking at him. ”And I don't want anything back. No titles, no responsibilities."
"I only want you,“ Nin replied softly, leaning a little closer. ”Your smile, your eyes, even your grumbling. "
And before Charan could say anything, their lips met. It was a light, gentle, loving kiss. And then another. Khanin cupped his lover's cheeks in his hands. And in an instant, two large ears emerged from Ran's hair, and his tail thumped against the sheet. Nin gently scratched these fluffy triangles. In an instant, hair covered the young man's skin like a mask, and a second later, a small, fluffy, cute husky sat in front of the prince with its tongue hanging out and its tail kicking up all the dust around it. And the strict uniform lay on the blanket.
Khanin laughed, unable to contain his delight, and immediately reached out to the fluffy creature that had just been his boy. He gently ran his fingers through the soft fur on the husky's neck, sliding his palms to the ears that he loved so much. Ran, now in his charming animal form, closed his eyes contentedly, his tongue hanging to one side in a happy smile.
"Did you know that your character becomes softer in animal form?" - he began to coo at the boy." Did you know? Did you know? Good boy".
The prince moved closer, hugging him to himself, and stroked his back, feeling the warmth of the fur through the fabric.
The kingdom of Emmalia has one secret. Although it's probably not a secret, it's a peculiarity. All Emmalian people carry a mutation in their genes that begins to progress at a random moment in their lives. From that moment on, they can transform into an animal. This is controlled intuitively, and since then, people have had three stages. The first is normal humans, the second is half-beasts, and the third is beast form. Khanin has not yet awakened this mutation.
Nin broke his embrace with the dog and approached the water. The sun reflected off the surface of the lake. Sunbeams danced across his face. The boy glanced once more at the husky, who had folded his paws and laid his head on them. The prince slowly began to undress. First, he took off his vest with gold patterns, then his ruffled shirt, and finally his pants and underwear. His naked, elegant body stood before the water. Behind him, he heard a plaintive whimper, which he ignored.
Nin took a step forward, and the cool grass beneath his feet gave way to soft silt. The water touched his ankles, causing him to flinch slightly, but he did not stop. Each subsequent step sank him deeper into the silvery surface, which rippled in the light breeze. The sun played on his skin, which glowed golden in the reflections of the rays. He slowly bent down, running his hands over the surface, as if getting to know it again. Finally, sighing, he immersed himself completely, smoothly, without sudden movements, as if dancing with the water itself. It embraced him, welcoming him into the silence of the depths, and the world became different, cool, soft, as if woven from rustling and tranquility.
And suddenly the boy wanted to open his eyes right in the water. He gave in to this urge, and the world sparkled with new colors. Everything became completely different and strange. He couldn't feel his arms and legs, but he felt lightness and began to breathe. Breathe underwater. What... is happening? This is a strange, crazy state. After a few seconds of confusion, he heard a thumping sound. It grew louder and louder. Khanin began to move, fleeing from danger.
He saw legs in the water, giant legs. They were sinking deeper and deeper into the water. The prince heard his name, but did not understand where it was coming from. Following the legs, something else, something intimate, sank into the water. And then the figure completely submerged. The pieces began to fall into place in Khanin's head. It was Charan, and the prince had become a fish. A rather large fish.
Khanin swam right up to his boyfriend's face. He held out his hands. In a second, he turned into a mermaid.
“I'm a mermaid!” the boy exclaimed, hugging his beloved and pushing them out of the water.
The water splashed everywhere as the two figures emerged from its depths, sparkling with droplets that caught the sunlight like tiny jewels. Khanin's tail was wide, with scales that reflected the sun and shimmered in orange, white, and black. The tail wrapped around Charan's thighs as he held it in his arms. Their bodies breathed in unison, and their faces glowed with surprise and joy. It was the kind of happiness that only comes when you feel like someone completely new, yet deeply familiar at the same time. Drops dripped from their eyelashes, hair stuck to their cheeks, and their hearts pounded from the experience. For a moment, everything fell silent. Only the gentle lapping of the water, the rustling of leaves, and the tail gliding across the water like a brush across a canvas, leaving a barely visible trail behind it.
They sat on the shore. Silently, for now. Charán gazed admiringly at every new detail of his beloved's body. Fins, gills, webbing on his fingers, through which Khin now gazed at the sun, creating small waves with his tail.
Charan turned back into a dog. A wet husky, who immediately decided to shake off all the water. He shook his whole body. Drops fell to the ground, onto the grass, and back into the water.
And also on Khanin's body, so elegant, so graceful. Snow-white skin was dotted with water droplets, which turned into white, black, and orange scales below.
Thirst consumed Charan. He wanted to eat, to inhale the scent of this beautiful body. He wanted to kiss Khanin from the top of his head to the tips of his fins. But was he allowed to do so? Could he just pounce on the prince right now? Caress him and kiss him. Would he get permission now? And these thoughts prevailed.
Charan walked back to the boy, who was still examining his mutations. A voice echoed in his head: “Go on! Touch him.” And the husky gave in. At first, he just nudged him with his nose, and then began to lick every drop from his beloved's back with his tongue. Until he reached the neck. The open space where the hair ended, with gills on both sides, beckoned him. And he gave in. And he bit. As gently as he could. His prince should feel only pleasure. No one has the right to hurt him. And in response to the bite, he heard an exhalation with his name.
And Charan lost his mind. He took on human form, rolled over, and hung over Khanin. They pressed their foreheads against each other. And between them, the charged air swirled. They inhaled each other's scent. A question flashed in Ran's eyes, but Nin begged with his gaze. He placed his lover's hand on his chest so that he would know. So that he would feel his heart beating.
Charan held the heart dear to him in his hands, and their lips drew closer and closer. Closer and closer, until they broke into a kiss, he acted cautiously, trying not to press too hard. But his partner wanted something else. Khanin pressed their heads closer and closer together. So that they would unite, so that they would merge as quickly as possible. Their lips were red not from lipstick, but from kisses in which their tongues wandered through each other's mouths.
Charan kissed her lips, then her neck, her collarbone, moving lower and lower. His hand slid from her skin to her scales and back again. Their hands didn't know where to go, wandering over her body, her tail, her ears, her back. They breathed deeply. And then Ran felt a bump, he ran his hand up and down it until something else appeared, wet and unusual. And Nin squeezed his fluffy ears harder. It was one of those pleasant places.
Charan wrapped his hand around this strange organ and caressed it. He turned the mermaid onto her back, kissing her back and looking for the place where his penis would fit. The search was unsuccessful, and Charan simply began to rub himself against his beloved. And not only him. He ran his cheeks and nose over every vertebra and fin. Khanin took his hand and led it to the right place. This place was hidden right between the scales. Husky first inserted one finger, then another. And he kissed and kissed madly. His fingers slid easily, calmly, bringing only pleasure.
And then he finally thrust his cock inside. He hung over him, moving sharply, like a real slob. But Khanin liked it, he enjoyed it. But at some point, everything stopped. Charan just hung over him. Vini turned them on their side and hugged his lover, kissing the back of his head. Their breathing gradually slowed down. The prince's strange organ disappeared, and a white liquid remained where they had been lying before. Khanin placed his lover's hand under his head and intertwined their fingers. They lay there for a while, calm and united. When Charan's swelling subsided, they returned to their fully human form. They exchanged shy, bashful glances.
After getting dressed and fortifying themselves with snacks, Charan remained serious and quiet.
“Didn't you like it? ” - Khanin began.
“It was amazing, Your Highness,” he replied, bowing his head again. But upon hearing these words, the prince grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer.
“I thought we crossed the line a long time ago, Ran,” he said, pressing his nose against his lover's cheek.
Somewhere in the bushes sat a surprised and almost traumatized Siamese cat, which had run away before the two began kissing again.