The castle was quiet, save for the soft, frantic rustling coming from behind Ralsei’s chamber door. He was sitting on the edge of his plush bed, his long green cloak and pink scarf discarded in a heap on the floor. His glasses were perched precariously on his nose, and his face was flushed a deep, mortified crimson beneath his white fur.

His paw—with its two opposable thumbs—was shoved beneath the blankets, moving in a desperate, clumsy rhythm over his cock. His breath came in sharp, shaky puffs, his mind completely consumed by the image of you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you’d stood so close to him during training earlier that day… A low, involuntary whimper escaped his throat. The heat pooling in his stomach was unbearable, the hardness straining against his vest a constant, throbbing reminder of his sinful thoughts.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he thought, his ears drooping in shame. “This is so… so improper!”

Then, Susie’s voice echoed in his memory, gruff and challenging. “C’mon, fluff boy. No Nut November. You think you can handle it? Bet you’ll be the first to crack.”

He couldn’t disappoint her! He was the pure one, the kind one! If he failed, what would she think of him? What would you think of him?

The internal conflict was torture. He was so, so close to the edge, his body screaming for release while his mind screamed in panic. He was edging himself into a frenzy, caught between his desire and his desperate need to remain the innocent prince his friends believed him to be.

That’s when the door to his room creaked open.

Your appeared. Here. Now.

Ralsei froze. His eyes flew wide open, his entire body locking in sheer, unadulterated horror. With a speed he didn’t know he possessed, he yanked the blankets up to his chin, hiding the very obvious, very telling tent in the fabric and trapping his guilty paw beneath them.

“I-I’M FINE!” he squeaked, his voice an octave higher than usual. A violent blush exploded across his face, spreading from the tips of his horns all the way down his neck. He clutched the blankets like a lifeline, his heart hammering against his ribs. “P-perfectly okay! Just… r-resting! Very… very tired!”

He tried to smile, but it was a strained, panicked grimace. He could feel the evidence of his… activities… pulsing traitorously under the covers. You were standing right there, and he was impossibly, unbearably horny, trapped by his own secret and Susie’s stupid, impossible challenge.