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Hushed murmurs floated about, common toons all sharing the same worried glances between each other. They all had crowded around the entrance to Dark Beauty castle, awaiting the hopeful arrival of one of their own. With how the king was though it would be a miracle if was let out so soon, if even at all.
“What do you think’s gonna happen?” One whispered.
“I heard he stole something, my best bet is excommunication” another replied
“Excommunication?” A third huffed “I have no doubt he’ll get life in the dungeon”
“Petrification isn’t out of the equation…” A fourth quietly remarked only to get shushed by everyone.
Despite the scolding, all knew it was a very valid possibility with how he currently was, way more believable than the rest. They would never admit it though, not to others and not even to themselves. They all shared the same want for delusion as they stared forward at the castle doors, not getting too close out of fear of the card guards and the pointed spears they wielded. There was nothing to do but sit and pray that one of their fellow men, even if a thief, wouldn't be subjected to something far worse than death.
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Inside the castle and past the crowd outside was the frightened perpetrator, a small fox toon with black fur, spade ears, stout body, and a scruffy tail. Heavy chains hung from even heavier cuffs on his wrists, the metal rattled as he walked. Dark Beauty castle was by far one of the more grandiose attractions in Wasteland, an entire place built as an homage to a location that still stood amongst those who gave them their hearts, but mostly neglected. In Wasteland however it was given no such treatment, from the marble walls to the mosaic stained glass windows, it was fabulous in every way. The thieving toon, even when forced down its corridor couldn't help but he enamored and shift his eyes from side to side, looking at each intricate scene the windows told. He didn't need to know the story, he was one of the earliest to arrive, but to see each picture reminded him of the old days in Wasteland, the quote on quote: “dark ages”. It wasn't as dark as many were led to believe, but it definitely wasn't what every toon had now and the stained glass relayed this with pictures of what once was.
Despite what one would guess by taking a look at it, Wasteland wasn't always a thriving paradise built for all those who had been forgotten by the public and scrapped. No, it was something forged by the sweat and work of the first ever forgotten and his innate power over the very lifeblood of it. Everything was made of paint and being the first to arrive the “original”—as he proclaimed himself—crafted it into a utopia. He built houses, farms, gave the people everything they could have ever needed and founded a civilization that ran perfectly fine despite being completely isolated from the world of toons that they were cast aside from. Of course there had to be someone to rule it, someone to bring order to it all, and who best other than the very toon who had created it all. The epitome of the forgotten, a star that had been replaced but still shined so bright in the darkness, the one who this entire land was created for from the beginning. The natural rule and crown belonged to none other than Oswald, Oswald the lucky rabbit.
The last few mosaics depicted more idealistic scenes of Oswald caring for the common folk but the shackles of the fox spoke against it. For everything that was perfect in Wasteland, there were 40 things that weren't. For starters no one held any sort of wealth leaving everyone in a perpetual struggle for tickets, constantly having to work more for less. If that wasn’t bad enough, recent droughts also worsened this case with spiked prices in food, a farmers’ harvest 1/8th of what it was a month ago. Oswald had promised to take care of it when it first happened, proclaiming he'd make the sky shower paint and make enough food as there were seeds without even the need to wait for them to grow. What came of that was nothing but a broken promise and disappointment left in its stead to the toons who grew more and more hungry. The king never so much as batted an eye towards it though, always seemingly focused on something else the town folks could theorize but never guess. After all, how could anyone question the king? Wasteland itself was the place made for him, the one he was owed, his birthright. It was only fair the rabbit could do whatever and the ones that would question his authority, or in this fox’s case, break the law, would be dealt with in the buck’s own personal way.
“Oh dear sorcerer…” the fox cried, stopping dead in his tracks.
Sitting right there for all to see was a piece of grim decor laid out on the side of the hallway, a solid statue made in the image of a toon who was deemed treasonous. It was one of a lab-coat wearing doctor, the doctor, the one who served as the royal advisor to the king. The statue showed signs of weather and decay with cracks in the stone going down its body. What stunned the fox by far was the expression on its face. It was striking, life like, the fox met it's lifeless eyes and saw it captured the look of abject horror and desperation perfectly. A bit too perfect for it to be a mere statue. While somebody new to wasteland could dismiss it as just a very vivid depiction of someone who wronged the king, the shackled toon was old enough to know what it truly was. He bore witness to the powers of the rabbit and knew the statue wasn't just a statue of the doctor, it was the doctor. Paint, the very essence of who he was, was ripped out of him for his crimes rendering him inert and seemingly lifeless. The exact opposite was true. Toons who were inert continued to think, continued to watch through eyes they never blinked and silently screamed with mouths that never moved. Any who were inert were captured in a small bubble where they were forced to watch the world move around them as they sat idle because of their crimes. As was the way of Oswald.
“Move it!” A guard shouted, prodding the fox in the back.
In response the toon yelped and quickened his pace, looking down to rid the image of the doctor's face out of his head.
After a grueling hour that was only a minute they arrived in a colossal room stretching multiple yards in every direction. The ceilings were vast with several ornate chandeliers hanging from below them, none of which were lit. The main light that brightened up the room came from the sun burning directly through a giant window depicting a crowned Oswald and his wife. It showered the entire room in an ethereal glow that was a mix of whatever different colored panes the light hit, nearly blinding the fox toon in the process. Through squint eyes he managed to see past the spectacle and look towards the two thrones below it, both overly grand with little details of toons etched into the wood. One was left absent, a crown and scepter in the place where the queen would usually sit but beside it was a seat of equal size that held the monarch of the region. The small black rabbit, once wearing nothing more than humble blue shorts, now only wore outfits he deemed fit for a king. He still was in those same shorts but now on top of that there was a dark purple vest fitted to his chest, barely seen as a dark blue robe with a puffy white collar was wore over it.
Despite them entering, Oswald’s gaze was fixed upwards at the sky. He never even gave them so much as a glance as he spoke, voice echoing in the empty space.
“I thought today I didn't have any diplomatic duties to attend to…”
“ye-yes your highness, you didn't” one of the card guards stammered, folding himself down to bend a knee “Apologies for our intrusion, but a patrol had caught a disturbance in the market and as per your orders we needed to report here immediately”
Oswald groaned and rolled his eyes “Ughhh… you don't gotta report every little thing to me–”
His eyes fell onto the fox toon, now quivering in fear. To see someone so well known to him in shackles left him shocked, but that shock didn't last. It quickly dissipated as fast as it appeared and instead nothing but rage burned in Oswald's eyes.
“what's he doing here!?” he yelled as he stood up on his chair “You know I don't like to see copycats!”
“Y-yes, I'm aware, your Majesty” the guard stammered “But when we investigated and found the stolen goods on him we knew we couldn't deliver justice by our lonesome, it is you who decides, my lord”
At the sound of the explanation Oswald's face grew more intense, his eyes fixating on the toon “Theft… you were found guilty…of theft!?”
Oswald leapt off his throne, clearing the entire staircase in one single bound. Blotches of black ink and paint splattered on the ground as he landed, staining the floor but not a speck getting on his robe or clothes.
“I would expect you of all toons to try and prove stereotypes wrong” he said with an eye roll “like really, the fox committing theft? The joke writes itself! Not to mention outta all crimes to commit you know THEFT isn't one we tolerate!”
“I-I’m sorry Ozzie but-but you gotta understa–YOUCH!”
Cold metal was jabbed firmly into the fox’s side, his scream repeating several times as it bounced back and forth on the stone. The spear thankfully didn't manage to pierce his skin, he had his fur to thank for that, but even if it did it would hardly matter. No type of blade or weapon could have stabbed him the way Oswald's gaze did when he looked up, it was a frozen, unyielding stare that looked at him expectedly, awaiting something. The fox could tell what he wanted but remained silent, mouth agape in shock. He couldn't fathom that Oswald, the very same Oswald who he witnessed be a friend to all and raise Wasteland from rubble to a kingdom, was the one standing before him.
Eventually, he relented. Giving in out of fear for his well-being as he tried to shake away the shock and compose himself.
“I’m sorry…” he started, voice lowering with his gaze “your Majesty…”
In response Oswald crossed his arms and thumpped his foot against the floor, the paint that was once there now gone “Hmph, that's better, now what could have possibly crossed your mind that made ya think you could steal without consequences?”
“I knew there would be consequences, it's just–” the fox paused, doing his best to tread carefully with his words “Your Majesty… food is -is an issue”
Oswald stopped his thumping, resting his foot while he looked the toon up and down “and how is that?”
“well… you know the people have had struggles growing crops… right?”
Oswald nodded “mhm, what's your point”
“Thats… that's the issue” Foxy took a second to clear his throat, choosing each and every word carefully “your Majesty, I mean no disrespect but we… we as a kingdom simply can't function with how things are going, we can no longer afford to eat everyday when food prices keep raising and since we're all trying to make sure the kids don't starve things just become difficult I– I– I don't mean to tell you how to run your kingdom but… you have to do something! Anything to help!”
“...”
snap
Shackles clattered to the ground, cuffs now undone. Foxy rubbed his wrists and looked towards the buck with hope that was almost immediately shattered. When he looked up he could feel warm breath washing over his whiskers, Oswald’s emotionless face only an inch away.
“Foxy” he started “you have a job, right?”
Foxy nodded.
“You have family, right?”
Foxy nodded again, eyes darting around the room.
“You have shelter and allllllll~ the little pleasures that would keep you entertained… right?” Oswald asked, his eye beginning to twitch.
“Oswald, I'm thankful for what you've done it's just–”
“YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME THAT!” The rabbit fumed, jumping up and down as steam emitted off his head “I've done SO MUCH for you and you choose to throw it in my face! I would of expected something less from one of the newer folks coming down here, but you!? You foxy!?”
The guards had abandoned the fox’s side, giving the two toons space while they shared a glance. Although it wasn't exactly the same situation, by the familiar tone their king yelled they knew what was coming next. While he wanted to pray otherwise, Foxy was beginning to come to the same realization after he saw Oswald suddenly raise his hand.
“Just traitor after traitor, first the doc and now people I thought would’a knew better by now, don'tcha see that I'm trying to get us outta here? To have every toon get their fame back!? Actually– don't answer that!” The buck shook his head and chuckled “no… no… you don't think about anything, huh? You never do, all people like you do is think about themselves!”
The air grew heavy and Foxy found it hard to breathe, each breath he took short and rapid. He attempted to run away but all that came of it was his body jerking, his limbs suddenly weighed down by an invisible force. Looking down he knew it was already too late, the very essence of his floated away from his body and into the king’s open palm, culminating into one black ball of ink. Tears that were shed immediately were sucked up with the paint as all he could do was look back up at the king’s scowl realizing this was it. There was no guarantee he'd ever be not inert nor if the kingdom would ever improve. With how things were spiraling it was doubtful and now he'd be forced to watch it all happen while powerless, locked in a prison where he would be able to watch everything he loved about this land, his friends, all of it. It would all burn and the most he could do was sit and watch as he was turned completely to stone.
“OSWALD!”
Or at least—he would have. No, by some miracle the process was halted and even began to reverse. When Oswald turned to look at the voice the ball he held dropped to the floor and the liquid creeped its way over, melding back into the fox’s body. Once freedom was given to his neck he turned and saw the only thing that could save someone in his position. It was the second to arrive to Wasteland and the embodiment of thinner, Ortensia, a toon who could melt anything she wished with the flick of her tail or even passively if she failed to keep it under check. Despite the powers she was wielded, she was still one of unmatched beauty by any, even in the land of hearts. She was even more spectacular in the dress that she had on, lime colored fabric with darker accent hues going down in stripes made her practically glow. Most of all though, she wasn't seen as the queen of Wasteland or a toon capable of unmatched destruction, amongst them she both acted and was treated like any other of the common folk. Nonetheless Foxy revered her like a saint, his savior and the only one able to help.
“oh! Uhh.. h-hay there honey bunches!” Oswald stuttered “what uhh… what are you doing here?”
“Better question is: what are you doing?”
“Oh ya know–” he looked over at Foxy, forcing a grin on his face “taking care of issues that need to be resolved…”
“Mhm… I see that” Ortensia raised an eyebrow and stepped between the two, facing her husband and ignoring both the guards and the quivering toon “I thought I told you today you shouldn't be deal with any of this nonsense”
“You– you did dear” Oswald took a step back “Trust me, I didn't intend for Foxy to steal something and show up here, I was just tryna’ relax on my throne”
Ortensia's ears perked up and she spun around “he stole!? What'd he steal?”
A guard jolted to attention and quickly spoke with a salute to the queen “We caught one of the people on mean street yelling at him regarding 3 loaves of bread if I recall your highness”
“Oh really…” the cat gave a small “hmph” sound and flaunted her tail in front of Oswald, using it to point away “You can go and relax in our quarters honey bunny, I'll take care of this nasty, nasty pest bothering you on your day off”
Oswald gave a smug smirk and made direct eye contact with Foxy as he took his leave, making sure to give his beloved wife a kiss on the cheek.
“He's all yours dear!” Was the last thing he said before happily hopping down the other hall.
The sounds of his footfalls continued for several minutes and even when Oswald was nowhere in sight, Ortensia still didn't move. She counted each step and it was only when the sounds disappeared all together, presumably to the upper floors, did she breathe a sigh of relief. Both her eyes and voice softened, entire demeanor doing a complete 180° as she regarded her friend with a smile.
“I'm so, so sorry about that Foxy” she reached over and grabbed his hand, gently holding it in hers “I hope my hubby didn't cause too much trouble”
Foxy gave a smile back and clutched her hand tightly, heart still palpitating “I'm… I'm better now” he squeezed her hands, tears forming in his eyes “thanks to you of course”
“I'm really sorry you got caught up in all this” she apologized “Ozzie has just been in such a mood lately and any little thing tips him off” her attention quickly shifted to the guards “and you!”
“Us!?” Both said in unison.
“Yes you! What do you think you're doing!? I thought I told you all already you're supposed to not drag anyone in here unless they do something really bad, I don't want anymore toons inert as it's bad enough Ozzie won't listen to me to let the doctor go”
“Well, your highness–”
“My name’s Ortensia”
“Y-yes, right” the guard patted his forehead, wiping away invisible beads of sweat “Ortensia, your husband has given us direct orders that while on patrol we should report anything to him”
The other card nodded “He even explicitly said to take into custody toons who commit even small infractions”
“Well you know full well that Ozzie’s outta his mind right now and ain't thinking so next time you see something like this happen again help sort it out, keep the peace, and whatever you do—DON’T DRAG SOMEBODY HERE SO THEY CAN GET TURNED INTO A STATUE!”
All three of those before her jumped as Ortensia yelled, her voice being accompanied by a faint echo while it left her lips. Although it was rare to see the cat ever use her powers, small reminders such as her eyes glowing green or the way her voice distorted itself when stressed made it hard to forget that she was still capable of dissolving everything within a 20 mile radius instantly. Nonetheless, Foxy still felt at ease knowing that while things were bad, there was still Ortensia who was the last line of defense before things would be unsalvageable.
“Apologies for that” she said, looking back towards the fox “From now on, if you or any of your friends are hungry, you're always welcome in my garden to pick out whatever you need, I don't want anyone to starve out there and I think I keep it well kept enough that a few vegetables or fruits disappearing here and there certainly won't stop me from eat”
Foxy was taken aback at the offer, staying silent momentarily before shaking away the shock “oh! Oh gosh! Thank you, I– I don't know what to say, I'm sorry I caused so much fuss with all this”
“Oh it's no biggie” the feline reassured as she stood up fully “Now you better get along now, if any of the guards cause you trouble tell me and I'll sort ‘em out”
Ortensia leaned in and placed a quick peck on the fox’s nose, a soft “mwah” sound going along with it. Foxy didn't waste a second after the kiss and quickly booked it in the same direction he came in, a joyous smile on his face. The guards soon followed suit, sheepishly marching their way back to report the queen’s orders to the rest of their deck. That just left Ortensia there by herself, standing in the middle of the room with a bit of anguish still left in her heart. This wasn't the first time mishaps like this happened and it surely wouldn't be the last if Oswald kept the same attitude towards his people. The question that remained now was just how to fix the unruly mood of her husband…
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“Honey?” Ortensia interrupted “When’s the last time you had an actual break?”
Oswald's ears twitched and he tilted his head back to look at her “huh?” After registering the question he winced and turned his attention back out a window, mumbling out “mmmm… does me taking a nap count?”
“You mean the naps you take hunched over your work bench after passing out?” She shook her head “no… no they don't”
“Darn it” The buck grumbled.
Oswald remained silent as he continued to look over his kingdom. The townsfolk down below who were once gathered around the castle dispersed, going back to their lives as if nothing had ever happened. It hadn't been long since he saw that poor excuse for a toon and blatant copycat and he wondered what happened to make the townsfolk leave so soon.
Curiously, he asked “Honey? What'd ya do with Foxy?”
Ortensia didn't reply, at least not at first. Instead she got up from the bed and walked over, surprising the buck with a hug from behind. Oswald’s fur stood up and tensed up at the touch, but after feeling the softness of the cat’s fur and the way she gently held his waist, he calmed himself with a sigh.
“You're not supposed to worry about that” she cooed as she rubbed his sides “you need a break”
Oswald grumbled something under his breath, something about “he couldn't”. Of course he didn't say anything too coherent because as much as he wanted to get annoyed, he knew otherwise. Ortensia was the one to always be there for him and whatever she was saying was true, whether he liked it or not.
With a sigh he leaned back, pressing himself against her “Okay… what do you suggest?”
“Well, how about something we haven't done in awhile?”
A smile crept across her lips and before Oswald could ask what she meant a green glow enveloped his body. With a soft purr, Ortensia trailed a hand down from the tip of his robe all the way down to the buck’s blue shorts. Magic crackled from her fingertips and everything came undone leaving him completely exposed. First was his regal blue robe, over extravagant and sized, turned a bright lime before vanishing right off his shoulders. Next was that purple vest that was worn for extra flair more than anything, his furry torso exposed to the cold air was nothing of note as he had only recently adopted the style of tops. What was the most revealing part and what made him fluster was when it came down to his shorts, the cloth disintegrating presenting his curves and bare pussy to the hungry eyes of the pussycat who held him tighter.
“Feels like forever since I've seen this sexy body” she purred, letting her hands roam lower.
Oswald shuddered but did his best to remain calm, ignoring the growing heat on his body and his flashing black face.
“You see my body every night, honey?”
“of course I do sweetie, but not every night do I get to–”
SMACK
“Get a hold of it like this!”
The rabbit’s face was pure black as he stood completely still, a combination of joy, pain, and embarrassment all mixed together on one in his face. Ortensia had removed a hand off his side and took it upon herself to show appreciation to her husband's body in one of the crudest ways possible, slapping his ass and continuing to grope it. The sharp sting of the slap did little to change his mood as the buck didn't pull away, staying completely still despite the persistent bulge Ortensia pressed against him.
“h-honey?” He stuttered, trying to catch his breath “These walls, they're not exactly sound proof”
She giggled and gave a nod of acknowledgement “mhm, do you want me to stop then?”
“...”
Oswald didn't respond, a ball that built up in his throat preventing it. Even when he gulped and cleared it he still continued to be silent, giving his wife a small head shake in response. He didn't know how many guards there currently were in the castle, not too many to his knowledge but there were a few roaming the halls. The last thing he wanted was for his dignity and reputation to go in the trash but by all accounts he couldn't say no. It had been so long since him and Ortensia had done something and now that she was right here behind him, hand on his ass, slowly massaging his cheek with a boner ready to go, he couldn't say no. It was like a fire had started inside of him, each caress of his skin only fueling the flames as he pressed himself against the cat. He wanted it, he wanted it badly.
Ortensia knew and gave him a kiss on the neck and whispered in his ear smugly “that's what I thought”
The couple moved from their position at the window towards the bed, Ortensia pulling her husband along by the hand. The queen made sure to savor the way her husband’s hips swayed as he walked, black cotton-ball wagging with excitement. He was without a doubt turned on, even if he was flustered beyond belief. Oswald’s lower lips & the glisten they held from arousal made this more apparent as he spread himself on the bed, exposing the sight to Ortensia. The rabbit was right in the fact that she had seen his body every night since basically forever, but it was moments like this where she could do more than see it. She could appreciate it.
“Honey?”
Ortensia blinked, her mind so preoccupied with how good her husband looked that she had neglected to realize how long she was staring.
“Oh! Sorry dear” she said with a blush “Just forgot how lucky I am to have such a handsome king all to myself”
Oswald looked at her with a smirk and purred “Well my love, I don’t think it’s exactly fair you’re staring at my body and I’m not staring at yours”
The sudden change of demeanor caught Ortensia off guard and she let out a snort, her breath escaping from her. No matter how much he blushed, Oswald always managed to turn the tables on her. It was cute really, seeing the proactive posed rabbit act one way only to reserve himself the next, animator knows she couldn't do it. When it came down to actually being on the receiving end of the stick, even the smallest remarks or teases got to her, this time no different. She did have to admit that the buck was right though, that stupid smirk he gave showed he knew it too.
With a quick second to take a breath and collect herself, Ortensia disrobed. Just like she did to her husband’s gown, she let her powers take over and melted the lime cloth into a puddle of swampy green goop. Before it could give off that rancid stench of chemicals and acrid thinner usually had, she collected it back into herself. Each individual drop that fell down was sucked up through her feet and seamlessly reabsorbed into her being, giving what was already exposed an extra inch and half. It was always strange for Oswald to see his wife do it, stand there in her pristine nude form and oh so casually add the thinner she produced to her, but dear animators was it hot. She already had a more than enough 4 inches of pure girth down there, yet to see that jet black cock and salmon pink tip get bigger, even if only by a little, was enough to make him feel all fuzzy and for his mind to already imagine her cock ramming into him.
“That better honey bunny?” Ortensia purred as she crawled onto the bed, making extra sure to keep a foot between them so he could continue to admire her “Are you liking what you see?”
The rabbit gave an eager nod followed by quick thumps to the bed, his paw going crazy for the feline’s body. It caught Ortensia off guard and she had to fight back the urge to cover her face in embarrassment, her husband's little fidgets making her more eager. While it was just a cute quirk on the surface, a habit Oswald could never get rid of, she found it to be so much more. She saw it as a tell of his genuine adoration and all the love he held for her, unable to bottle it up with it coming out one way or another. After the fidgets the next way she got another one of these tells was when she finally gave the buck what he asked for and pressed the tip of her shaft into his eager hole, the resistance minimal as Oswald’s body slicked itself up from its composition of paint. Cute little moans and whimpers which she ate up came from his lips, various “oh animators”, “please”, and the occasional lewd “fuck” escaped from him while the cat slid inch after inch into his slippery asshole. Ortensia’s own groans soon followed as she buried her dick deep in him, relishing the feel of his walls clenching around and the continued wag of his tail.
“Oh fuck!” Oswald yelped as he arched his back and squirmed “oh… oh fuck, fuck! Fuck!”
Immediately Ortensia stopped, the buck's sudden cries making her pull away “Oh dear! Honey, are you okay? We can stop if it hurts–”
“NO!”
Despite his cries, Oswald refused to let his wife even so much as an inch out. The second she tried to pull away she was immediately yanked back in by the rabbit, Oswald keeping a firm grip on her shoulders as his slick hole was stretched once more around her girth. Mixed moans came out from both in response and they had to take a second to adjust, Ortensia mainly concerned for her husband who continued to whimper. She knew anal stung a bit, even with the lubrication, but considering how tightly he held on and how he begged her to stay in, it was clear Oswald didn't want to stop. Even if the cat would try and talk him into a break, the buck would dismiss any and all comments by mentioning how they barely started. With this in mind she just did her best to soothe him as much as possible, letting him adjust while she rolled her hips in a slow, sensual circle.
“You okay Ozzie?” She still asked, keeping herself buried.
Oswald didn't respond, he was unable to. His breath still was far away and he was in the process of catching up, repeatedly gasping for air. It had been so long since the last time anything happened between them that it felt completely foreign in the way his body not only struggled, but didn't know how to react. Giving up wasn't an option though, despite all the pain he managed to force out a nod for the sake of the eventual finish. Even when his rear stung, there was an undeniable pleasure that came with his wife’s gentle ministrations that made him burn with a want for her.
After what felt like forever he finally opened his mouth, throat hoarse as he spoke “Don't stop…”
This wasn't the first time something like this happened, she married a rabbit after all, so Ortensia did the same thing she always did when her hubby was in pain, reluctantly oblige. Oswald was already too lost in the pleasure so the most she could do was ease him into it, reading his expression with each motion and caressing his body as she moved. It was always a bit of struggle when it came to sex as not only did Ortensia have to prioritize her husband's pleasure, she had to completely neglect her own. Each time she moved her shaft around the buck’s hole, Oswald’s inner walls would always clench down on her dick forcing her to fight the urge to go further. She wanted nothing more than to hurry up and get into it, pushing her shaft deep inside only to reel back and slam inwards once more in rapid succession. Patience was a virtue she learned long ago when it came to sex and pushed those thoughts out of her mind, finding pleasure in the slow reeling out and subtle inward nudge she had to do to prep the buck.
“You-... mgh! You’re doing so well” she grunted, splaying her fingers across his chest “Oh fuck…. such- such a good bunny”
Oswald gave small chirps in response, his body doing all the speaking it needed for him. Where resistance once stood now was the smooth and relaxed sensation of his body finally dispersing the pain. A mix of magical self lubrication from the buck and precum foaming out Ortensia's cock allowed her to glide in and out of her husband. Repeated motions of his warm wet ass taking her in began to elicit noises that felt foreign on Ortensia's lips. It had been so long since they did anything intimate that she hardly recognized the sound of her own lustful growls which made her bite down on her lip, a poor attempt to hold them back.
“Fuck! Ah! Ah! Right there! Right there!” Oswald moaned, uncaring about being quiet.
In a small panic she slowed her thrusts and whispered “Keep it down dear!” she looked over at the window, the lack of glass making her gulp “Anybody in the courtyard could hear us”
“Do you think I care!?”
Oswald pushed his wife just far enough away with his paws that when he pulled her back the wet slurp of his ass taking her cock was masked barely audible by their screams. Both let out cries of their respective species, Ortensia a yowl and Oswald some mix of a squeak and chirp. With how loud both were they definitely alerted any who were out in the courtyard and it filled Ortensia with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, her guards most likely being repulsed at what they heard. She looked down at Oswald but before she could say a word her eyes softened, the rabbit’s lewd mouth open smile making it hard to stay mad.
“Darn it” With a sigh Ortensia gave in, throwing away any care, dignity, or self respect she had and prepared to give the buck what he wanted. Before she did she adjusted herself on the bed and she raised an eyebrow to ask “Don’t you have even the slightest care about what the cards will think hearing their king have his wife pound into him?”
“Hah… hah…” Oswald huffed “uhh… pr-pretty sure most if not all the cards assume I'm the one doing the pounding?”
Ortensia rolled her eyes “My point still stands, aren't you embarrassed?”
In response Oswald just shrugged and rested back on the bed, fully catching his breath “Eh, the guards know their place and won't even say a word knowing what I can do to ‘em” the buck chuckled and raised a finger, doing a circular motion with it and collecting a ball of paint at his fingertips “They would be stupid to try and confront me, most they'll do is spread rumors and I can take care of that the same wa- OOHHH! OH! OH FUCK!”
Oswald’s arrogance came to an end, that little ball of paint he held going along with it. Ears shot upwards and eyes widened as the earlier pleas for his wife’s dick were answered with a sharp thrust. It sent a wave of both
“Since– ngh! Y- you don't care, let's make as much noise as possible” Ortensia teased before giving another thrust “How good do I feel honey-bunny?”
“AH! Great! Fuck! Fuck!– Y-you f-feel great!” He whined, claws digging into the sheets as Ortensia speared her cock deeper inside “Like that! Oh holy fuckkk! Like that!”
With a smug purr, the cat repeated the movements of her shaft in and out of the buck’s ass. Without a worry of others hearing, she threw away any shame or inhibitions that prevented her from giving Oswald what he wanted. In and out her shaft dragged against the rabbit’s ever loosening hole, the act getting not only easier but also faster with each plunge inside. Everytime Oswald moaned she put extra effort into ramming his tail hole getting more out of his mouth, both fueling each other's want for the other with a gutteral uproar of sounds accompanying them.
“Ah! There we go! That's a good bunny!” She mewled, slowing herself to draw out more from Oswald “You like that don't you? You ju- just love your wife's fat dick fucking you so good, isn't that ri-right honey-bunny?”
Oswald gave a nod, but that wasn’t enough for the queen. She wanted to hear it, all of it. Ortensia pulled out her cock enough where only the tip remained inside before sharply plunging it back in, striking every single nerve in the buck’s hole with her girth. Air left his lungs and he could feel her in his pussy, the thin wall separating the two holes pushed on by her shaft.
“Mghhhh! F- f- fuckk!”
“I love it when you make those noises” Ortensia cooed before slapping Oswald's ass “You didn't answer my question though”
Again, his not-so-tight channel was speared by the queen. Oswald’s body was still recovering from the first thrust and with a second happening it worsened his state. Waves of ecstasy shot out from inside of him like the ripple of his slapped behind, it was deliberating and worsened his lustful and cock hungry state. He wasn't sure whether it was the actual pain of his hole being rammed or how much he needed more, but his body burned. Even if he was out of breath the rabbit forced himself to speak, hoping Ortensia would stop teasing him and quench the burn in his gut.
“Ye-yes… yes- yes dear…” he swallowed, body trembling with each word “I lo-LOVE! OH! LOVE! I- I-”
Oswald’s words slurred into a drunken mess with his substance of choice the queen’s carnal affection. If anyone was still in the courtyard they definitely heard the blaring sounds of sex which only increased by the second. Next to their wanton moans rang the plap of Ortensia's balls slapping against the buck’s fat ass, the noise repeated each time she flung her hips forward. No longer did she tease him, but neither did she go easy or reserve herself. Oswald’s ass practically sucked in her cock each time she would push forward to press against his sweet spots. That magical lubricant worked wonders removing friction, freeing the queen and letting her savor the sensation of his warm insides and the wet noise of her going in. The squelch of the rabbit’s ass absolutely delicious when it was followed by his whimper.
“Mphf! Fuck yeah!” Ortensia grunted as she slid in and out of his hole “You love it! You just can't get fucking enough, isn't that right!? You just love getting your ass pounded!”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” Oswald screamed, his slit oozing with excitement “I love it! I love it! Oh fu-fuck! I love it!”
She slapped his ass again, this time quickening herself “Oh fuck yes! Keep saying it!” She demanded, losing herself in the act “Say it loud enough so everyone can hear how much you love your wife's cock!”
“OH! OH FUCK! O-ORTENSIA!”
The bed rattled with the queen's thrusts and the king's reception of her love. Not only were their bodies crashing against each other but now the mattress they fucked upon joined the symphony with its springs creaking each time a rabbid movement happened atop it. Oswald attempted to tend to himself, put out that flame centering up in his stomach, but his wrist was pinned to the bed. Two fingers were shoved into the buck's twitching cunt, the digits swallowed up as the queen's cock made Oswald's pussy crave any sort of stimulation.
“Say it honey-bunny! You're not getting anything until you say it!”
“Ohhhh… fuuuucckkk!” He threw his head back and let go of her shoulders just so he could get a hold of the bed, his head dizzy from both arousal and his body repeatedly holding about “I love it… I love it, I love your cock so much! So fucking much! I want it! Please! please I want it!” He husked, words faintly coming from his winded lungs.
Ortensia would give the buck what he wanted, but her own wants to see the rabbit even more pitiful became apparent. She slowed herself and removed her fingers to look at the buildup of fluids that had accrued on them. Paint and natural biology mixed together, intertwining to the point even what dripped out his pussy was a glowing oddity. Slightly vicious white gunk glowed a faint azure, the more watery parts leaked down the cat’s finger where she followed it closely with her thinned pupils.
With a rasp in her voice she leaned down to the rabbit, her hand hovering just over the buck’s lips, and growled “Go ahead and show me how much you want it”
Oswald clenched around his wife as her fingers snuck their way past his lips. He gagged at first, the bitter salt of his own arousal unpleasant to his regal taste buds. With enough knowledge about his wife he knew that crinkling his muzzle and hoping the cat would yield would net nothing, he would remain pinned underneath her with a thick cock filling him up. Her soft yet taunting voice confirmed it
“Be a good bunny and lick it up” she whispered while hooking her fingers on his cheeks.
Tentatively, he obeyed. Despite the taste he lapped at her fingers with fervor, slurping up his own juices with not so much as a squeak to protest. It was made much easier when the buck closed his eyes and fell into the rhythm of sliding his head back and forth on the cat’s digits. Pretending Ortensia's fingers was the meaty shaft buried inside of his asshole and his excitement was merely the precum leaking out her tip had him ignore the sick truth of tasting himself. It was still present in the back of his mind, but while sloppily slurping himself up it was obscured by his own fantasy. Even with how gross the act was, he wouldn't complain nor say anything to his wife. He loved this, being absolutely and utterly under his wife's spell and only allowed to touch himself when she gave the go ahead.
“that's a good bunny” she picked up the pace with her hips and placed one hand on Oswald's, freeing his hands “Go on, fuck yourself like I fuck this fucking hole!”
He needed no more encouragement and dropped a hand down to his crotch, desperately pawing at his oncoming high. Oswald could feel himself getting closer each time his wife’s cock went in and he just needed something a little bit more to get him there. Ortensia wasn't as lucky as the buck, her release a bit further even when it felt like heaven penetrating husband's tight ass. The real pleasure for her came from seeing him so desperate, so needy, so driven nuts by the need to cum that he gagged on her fingers while fucking his cunt with his own. It was adorable and she loved the way he rubbed his clit, fingers sticky and wet from his own juices which he smeared all over his crotch. Over and over he touched that little nub, each time he grazed it a jolt of pleasure coursed through his body which had him suck in the long clean fingers of his wife.
“MPHHFFF!!” he muffled out, right on the precipice “MMMM! ORMEMSMIA!”
“That's it! That's it” she husked, her hips matching the pace at which his hands moved “Let it out! Let it all out! Be a good bunny and cum for your wife!”
Oswald kept at it, his eyes rolling back as he dug his fingers inside of himself and pressed on his clit with his thumb. It only took a few more powerful thrusts until he swallowed hard and tensed up, both holes of his clenching around what was inside them. With a harsh squeak the rabbit ceased his movements and held down on his sensitive nub. More cute noises followed, luring out a purr of satisfaction from Ortensia as all that buildup came rushing out. An orgasm harder than anything the buck had ever felt before broke through his body and he let himself fall into ecstasy which rocked his shuddering form. There was a quick release of his orgasm that leaked out his lips, but something else had been sparked inside the buck that he couldn't hold onto. Desire brewing inside of his body for months, lacking the intimacy of his wife until now, released a spurt of hot fluid out his quivering pussy and that splashed onto his wife. The first squirt hit her lower belly while what came after soaked into her crotch, dripping down the base of her shaft which still remained balls deep inside his ass.
“Oh dear” she gasped, tone doing a complete 180° “That's new…”
When the orgasm subsided Oswald looked down, still shaking as he saw the liquid dripl onto the sheets “Oh I– I– oh animators” he scrambled to activate his powers, manifesting a ball of paint to make something to clean it up “I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I don't know what happened, I just–”
The cat’s eyes widened and she quickly pulled out, cock glistening with slick “Honey, honey, calm down” she reassured, trying to rub his thigh “Don't worry about it, it's fine”
Despite the reassurance he still raced to fix what he had done, adrenaline from the act still coursing through his veins. His thoughts were scattered and he failed to conjure up anything and he just made an unstable blob of paint that shifted in his palm. Oswald couldn't focus and he would have continued to try until the orb detonated and drenched the entire room in blue if not for his wife who quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed. The warmth of her touch made his heart skip a beat but still managed to quell his panic, his gaze finally falling onto the small blush and smile on her face.
“Dear… it's okay” she cooed, continuing to giving reassuring squeezes “That certainly was um… something, but I don't think it's what you thought it was”
“Wha-... Uh, honey-” he looked down at himself and then back up at her, it finally clicking in his mind “oh my fucking animators… I… I actually thought… b-because I didn't use the bathtroom be- before we…”
Ortensia did her best to hold back a laugh at her husband's confusion, him throwing himself back on the bed and groaning only made it harder. She didn't do nearly a good of a job as she thought she did and soon found herself sitting beside her husband, trying to stop her giggles. Gentle ear rubs were given to the rabbit whose face flickered on and off with monochrome colors. When that didn't work she moved to planting small, feather-like kisses all over his body. Starting off with his forehead she worked her way down, letting the embarrassment fade and be replaced with more appreciative noises.
“Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!” She repeated, giving extra attention to his chest “Don't worry about it honey-bunny, I found it cute”
“Thanks babe…” he murmured, still eyeing his body in partial disgust.
Ortensia wasn't disgusted though, she was the complete opposite, she was infatuated. Oswald could definitely get scary when he was dealing with people, there was no doubt about that and so much so that at moments she even didn't want to talk to him. Underneath that rough front he put on for his people was still her husband though, the man she fell in love with and the one she'd do anything for. The earlier yell of him not caring if anyone heard replayed in her mind, as well as his meek reaction to such a visceral finish, and she knew he was far from gone. He was still the same silly old rabbit who loved her dearly and moaned when kissed on the neck, getting even louder when she decided to suck on his flesh. Desperate and needy, he still even listened when she would take the reigns during sex. Nothing was different about him, it was still her Oswald.
“No need to thank me honey-bunny, you're just pent up” she gave him a brief wink, eyes emanating a soft green “I'm always happy to help you know?”
Before Oswald could respond he let out a shrill yelp, not out of pain but surprise. Ortensia had dove right back in on the side of his neck, planting her lips, and sucking with enough effort to leave a mark underneath his fur. She didn't stop there though, of course not. She wanted to make sure her love knew exactly how much she desired his body and activated a bit of magic turning her warm mouth into a state that normal toons would have found burning. Not Oswald though. Instead of a kiss searing against his skin he just felt a tingle, an almost ticklish feeling combined with a little pressure that felt like a pleasant grab of his flesh. It was jarring at first, but as she continued downwards it grew more and more pleasant by the moment. Black fur singed white, a trail of kiss marks led down to his chest where she paused temporarily to nip at the skin. There was little feeling in his chest, both knew, but neither cared. For the cat it was about demonstrating her love for every part of his body, especially those that the rabbit himself wasn't fond of. Likewise, Oswald’s face flashed monochrome and his tail gave a little wag, Ortensia’s unfaltering love always present no matter what changed. She didn't linger too long on the parts he felt dysphoric over and eventually made her way over his squishy gut and right to his exposed clit.
“You're absolutely stunning, ya know that?” She leaned in and smooched the wet nub, leaving it harmlessly smoking from her maw “Every, single, inch, absolutely stunning”
“Oh fuck, do I love you” Oswald sat up and wiped some paint off his forehead, his body growing unstable from constant pleasure “Eugh…”
Ortensia looked towards the buck and raised an eyebrow “water break?”
“No, no, no, no need, It's just… mmm…” he looked down at his body and took a breath, trying to muster up the courage to ask “Uhh… maybe we could try the other hole?” His wife’s ears pinned against her head, eyes widening in shock. Ortensia didn't respond to the question and it only took a second before the rabbit quickly backed down, stuttering as he tried to get up “Uh- Uh, f-forget– forget about it, nevermind I- I’m sorry”
“No! No! It's fine honey” she interrupted, grabbing his hand and sitting him back on the bed “just… just caught me off guard, sorry” she placed a kiss on his cheek and looked down towards his crotch, eyeing the bright white mark around his clit “Did that happen to have anything to do with you wanting to try orrrr-?”
“Oh come on babe” Oswald crawled over to her and pressed his body against her’s “Don't tell me you haven't wanted to try it?”
“I was waiting for you to offer first” Ortensia wrapped her hands around his hips and yanked him in “eexxccuuuse me for wanting to make sure my honey bunny is comfortable”
She smiled softly and pressed her lips against his, sharing a kiss that started gentle but slowly devolved. Oswald was nowhere near done after one measly orgasm and made it apparent, grinding his crotch up and down against his wife’s semi-flaccid cock. All the talking had made her arousal die down but it rose back up in no time, both pairs of lips stirring it back into action. Her mouth worked tenderly against his, parting only a second to let out humid breath before swinging back in. Saliva was swapped, the cat letting Oswald taste how much she wanted him by tightening her grasp and passing her tongue over every inch on the inside of his muzzle. Ortensia was delighted to feel the buck go partially limp and redoubled her efforts into the kiss, all of Oswald’s movement going straight into his hips. His wife’s dick stood sandwiched in-between his folds, pulsing and leaking with pre each time he moved up and down against the sensitive shaft. The warmth burned against his and he wanted to moan but all that he could muster was muffled sounds while his wife pulled him onto her lap.
When the two parted lips Oswald held onto his wife's shoulders and raised his hips, positioning his dripping heat right over her foaming tip. The two locked eyes and after a nod of confirmation he gently sunk himself onto her, feeling each inch that disappeared. Small squeaks escaped Oswald and his wife let out a groan, the new experience overwhelming both. The rabbit’s velvety walls clung to Ortensia's cock in a way that was in no way comparable to his ass. Both were tight warm holes that she could fuck for hours if allowed to, but something about feeling all the pent up arousal that allowed her to slide right in was so much better in comparison to magical lube.
“Ooh fuck!!” She said with a gasp, her hips instinctively moving upwards “Mmm! Ozzie!”
At the small thrust Oswald tensed up, his body practically vibrating like the toys he’d stick inside himself. It was such a small movement from Ortensia but it hit all the right spots, even if only for a half a second.
“Ooohhhhh!” He screamed, sitting on her dick completely and throwing his head back “Oh fuck! Hah… hah… fuck, h-honey…”
The cat looked down past where their bellies touched and saw her husband's lips flutter, the unmistakable tell of another orgasm. The rabbit didn't give himself any time to ride it out or stabilize his ragged breaths as before the feline could even make a comment, he was already picking himself up. Over and over the horny lagomorph speared himself on his wife’s cock, taking the lead and letting her bask in the pleasure of going past his silky lips. Even with coming just a second ago, the overstimulation and throb of his clit didn't slow him down, if anything the sharp jolt that coursed through him each second just made it better. It made him so much more sensitive, allowing him to feel every inch of the cat’s girth press up inside of him, hitting areas he could only ever reach with his toys. Anal was by no means unfun but Ortensia was no longer rubbing against his sweet spots through his thin inner walls. She was hitting them dead on each time.
“Oh! Oh! L-like that ho-honey” Ortensia praised, her voice shaky as she tried to speak over the plap of Oswald riding her “mphf! O-oh… yo-you’re doing so– oh! Oh! So good! so– so good!” She repeated, supporting the underside of his hips as he kept bouncing “There we– ngh, g-go… there's my good b-bunny, taking it–ngh!–it so well”
Oswald’s ears flopped around as he slid up and down on her dick, going upwards until just the tip remained before plummeting back down. He heard the soft words and encouragement his wife gave but couldn't respond back, lust-drunk gurgles and squeaks the best he could do. Even if he did respond it was doubtful Ortensia would hear it, in-between a racing heartbeat that rung in her ears and the constant plap of his cunt kissing her crotch, it would have just been drowned out. Oswald faced a similar issue but he could shut out the noises of raw sex and focus on what felt good, and it was a lot more than the walls of his pussy being stretched. The way his wife looked at him with absolute adoration and the constant stream of praise and compliments given aroused him more than the physical touch ever could. That touch was welcome though. Just as her words made him feel good, her hands holding his hips, making sure he didn't hurt himself in the process, added to the burning desire he felt. He didn't just love the feeling of riding her, he loved her and everything that came with it.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he struggled out, quickening his pace “Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck I love you! I love you!”
The cat loosened her grip, just enough to let the buck go wild. His once steady pace became an absolute frenzy of repeated motions bringing them closer, Oswald continuing to ride his wife’s dick like his life depended on it. It appeared as if he came again during this bout of mad passion but another orgasm didn't make him stop. The walls of his cunt clenched around Ortensia but he just kept at it, using his own finish as lube to speed himself up.
“Ozzie! Oh fuck Ozzie!” She moaned, fighting back an urge she held and had been long deprived of “Ozzie! Ozzie! I'm- I’m close!”
Oswald heard her but didn't slow down or stop, in fact he only grew faster. The continued stimulation past the point of orgasm was something special and he didn't want it to end, constantly pushing past the small amount of pain to ride the torrent of euphoria. Every spot inside of him was hit and he could feel it in the way Ortensia throbbed inside that she was closer than he thought. He still didn't pull away though, dizzy with excitement, he kept riding as he grabbed onto her shoulders for stabilization and leaned in, words making her fur stand on edge.
“Please! Please! I- I want it inside! All of it! Oh fuck! Please!”
Her eyes widened but she didn't say no or stop, instead meeting his movements with hers. The feline did her best to thrust upwards in the awkward position they were in, eventually matching the past as she yowled.
“Fuuucckkk! O-Ozzie!” She bit her lip, a half-growl coming out “are- are you sure?”
“I've never been so fucking sure in my life! Ooohhh fuck!” Oswald threw his head back, eyes blurred in ecstasy “Cum! Cum in me! Fucking knock me up! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck– PLEASE! CUM IN ME!”
In the heat of feral lust, Ortensia threw herself forward and pinned Oswald to the bed. The buck let out a loud squeak at the sudden position change, followed by several more. Each time Ortensia slammed into his sopping cunt their skin sizzled, a mix of their different body chemistry reacting and the friction of fur rubbing against each other. Ortensia was usually the one to let her husband have all the fun, but she finally let go and showed her own wants and pounded into him like there was no tomorrow. Over and over she made him squeak in excitement, thrusting into his pussy until she began to feel that same fire inside of her that she stoked in Oswald. It drew closer with each inch of his inside she rubbed up against and instincts began to take over. The queen's hips were firmly locked in place by the buck who wrapped his legs around them and her teeth sank into his shoulder. They kept each other in place and with one last animalistic cry, they came. Ortensia slowed her thrusts and her release shot out in several spurts directly into the rabbit’s fertile womb. The deprivation of sex had become more than apparent in how much cum filled up her husband, the white fluid going far beyond what his body could handle and white leaked out past the sides of her shaft. Both of their heads spun and by the time they managed to calm down Ortensia stared at their privates in disbelief. It only now dawned on her what she had done.
“Oh… I– I uhh…” Ortensia was at a loss for words, and began to pull out “Oh dear, I'm sorry, I'll clean this mess up– OH!”
Oswald pulled her down, keeping her cock in place “no” he mumbled, eyes half-lidded “I want kittens…”
The cat’s ears folded back and he looked at him in disbelief “Ozzie?” She asked, gently tapping him on the cheek “are you sure about this?”
Oswald gave a lazy nod.
“... Are you sure you're sure?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Once again, the buck nodded. This time he even added a small “mhm”.
The queen still had doubts and spoke up again “You're okay with getting pregnant and having kits… that's what I'm hearing, right?”
“Yes, yes” he grumbled out “I wouldn't have told you to do it unless I wanted them…”
The cat was astonished. She didn't expect Ozzie to ever be the one to ask for kids, especially since the bloated belly that came with pregnancy would no doubt invoke some sorta discomfort, in different ways. She opened her mouth to speak again but words faltered upon her husband nuzzling into her. The buck’s grasp grew weak with exhaustion giving the opportunity to pull away, but the feline remained comfortably atop her husband. She wasn’t opposed to the idea of kids, she never gave it any thought, but it was only normal for monarchs to produce an heir or two. Even on the off chance she didn’t want kids, with the volume of cum she pumped in him and the virility of rabbits, Oswald was probably brewing a few buns in his belly. She barely had the strength to get off as is. There was no use in fighting it now and decided to keep laying down right on top of Oswald, the rabbit’s grip weak. Ortensia herself felt it too and with her cock snugly inside her husband's hole—seed and release still oozing out around her shaft—she fell asleep into her husband's caring embrace. The two drifted off, spent and exhausted with faint smiles playing on their lips for the rare occasion of both being satisfied after such a long time away from each other's touch.
———————
It was the next day when Ortensia finally left her chambers. Her beautiful robe made of thinner was nowhere to be found and instead she wore a lazy pink bathrobe made of genuine thread. It was a bit bothersome having to make sure no part of her accidentally melted it, especially with post sleep haze muddying up her mind, but it wasn't anything she wasn't already used to. What was more annoying was how far she had to walk to get to the bathing room, there wasn't a tub in sight within the West Wing of the castle and she had to take a trip all the way to the other side just to wash herself off after last night's debacle. Her fur was unkempt, she reeked of sweat and sex, and the fur of her crotch was stained in the dried remnants of jizz and her husband's fluids. It was disgusting and while she didn't fault him considering how great it was during the moment, she wished he would have at least told her to pull out. More than anything she wished she didn't listen to her own wants and cuddle with him for the entire night.
“Greetings your majesty”
“MROW!”
Turning a corner, Ortensia jumped at the sudden greeting. Her fear came true with her yowl, the bathrobe she wore sizzled away leaving her nude body on full display. She instinctively reached to cover herself with her hands but stopped– the sudden registering of who spoke altering her demeanor in an instant. With a sly grin, she let her goods show, going as far to even lean back and jut out her hips so nothing was obstructed.
“Well, If it isn't my humble knight” she purred, eyeing up the black cat up and down “Did you startle me by accident, or did you just want to see me without the robe?”
Ortensia giggled but no response was given from the perfectly stoic knight and close friend of the monarchy. The knight in question was none other than the wonderful, wonderful cat, Felix. Years worth of discipline and training to be a knight hammered away his cheerfulness and replaced it with a cold apathy he gave most. While others would think nothing of it, the queen wasn't most, she was close enough with Felix to know that the jolly and carefree nature was still present, just locked away for the sake of duty. The blank response was unnatural and she raised an eyebrow, making eye contact with the black cat who curiously also wore his helmet’s visor down to cover his face.
“Felix?” she questioned “You doing alright?”
Felix gave a nod “Yes your majesty, forgive me but I thought I should have waited until today to inform you that I relocated the guards to be on the perimeter of the castle” he flinched, his armour rattling as he lowered his voice “I thought it would be best as I heard you and the king er-... Coupling from the courtyard and figured you'd want nobody else to hear”
Felix watched as Ortensia's face dropped in an instant, her smile disappearing. A faint glow was present in her eyes and he gulped seeing her close the distance and press a hand onto his shoulder.
“...How much did you hear?”
“I… I may have heard the full thing…” he admitted, anxiously turning his head away “I'm so sorry your majesty, I– I– I didn't mean to I just–”
splick
The visor covering the cat’s face melted, the metal turned into a pile of green goo that all stemmed from a singular finger of Ortensia's placed upon it. Felix didn't want to look at the queen’s face but his eyes snapped to hers shortly after he felt the warmth of the thinned metal falling down his armour. Ortensia's face belied Felix’s worry, she didn't hold any sort of anger and it was quite the opposite, which just made it all the worse for Felix. She was looking at him gently, the soft smile on her lips and the way she let out a little giggle made his white muzzle turn his face a light grey.
“You know Tommy, you don't have to get all nervous to tell me you heard me and Ozzie having a little fun” she remarked as she stroked the side of his cheek “and you certainly don't have to be flustered for enjoying it”
Felix shook his head and backed up, stammering to answer “Wha- what!? I never even insinuated that I–”
“Felix…” Ortensia interrupted, looking at him more skeptically “Multiple times you've watched me and Oswald go at it while you pleasured yourself in the corner… are you really going to sit here and say you didn't like hearing me fuck our bunny stupid?”
Felix forced and cough and rubbed his cheeks “O-our bunny?”
“Oh come on, don’t act like Ozzie didn't pester you to join us at one point” she teased, giggling once more “The only reason why you denied was because you had to watch the castle that night and all the guards were on vacation, I'm sure if someone could have covered for you we wouldn't even be having this conversation and you'd be a lot more open” her tail swished behind her as she rubbed her chin “Due to last night's… events, I doubt you'll get the opportunity for quite some time however”
Felix perked up, his eyes finally looking at hers “Ri-right, that's another thing I wished to speak of, I take it that you and my liege are expecting a hare?”
“Most likely, and I'd honestly say–” she looked at Felix deadpan for a second, the black knight barely holding back a chuckle “That was awful, but yes I'd assume after last night there will be an heir and most likely more than one”
“Hehehe—ahem!” Felix pounded his breastplate and carried on “Yes, well I was just wondering your feelings on it since you seem so… indifferent?”
The feline rolled her eyes “The pots calling the kettle black with that one”
“I must not break face for the sake of my duty, you however are the queen, the queen who is now expecting children in the near future, I thought you'd be more joyous?”
“I mean… I certainly am going to love whatever little bundles of joy Ozzie gives birth to, it's just with everything that happened yesterday with Foxy it–” she hesitated to continue, her mouth open but no words coming out. After a few moments she finally got it out, her voice much lower “It scares me Felix…”
Immediately the knight approached her, his armour clattering as he grabbed her palm. He squeezed it and placed a hand on her face, uncaring if it tarnished the metal.
“Your majesty, I may not be his wife but I assure you my liege would never, and I mean never harm you, I see the way he looks at you and know that you are the most important thing in the entirety of this land to him”
Ortensia’s eyes widened and she gently pulled from the cat’s grasp “Oh! No, no, no! I'm not scared he'd hurt me, I know Oswald better than anyone to know even if out of his mind and feral he'd still never hurt me, it's just–” she let out a sigh in an attempt to catch her breath, mind racing with the sight of her husband ripping away the essence of another toon “I… I think Oswald is getting worse”
Felix raised an eyebrow “Pardon?”
She let out an exasperated sigh and crossed her arms, beginning to feel the chill of being completely nude in the early morning hours “It's no secret that Oswald wasn't always so… so… so angry? I guess? He was always short tempered but he was kind, he was fair, he would never even think to do what he tried to do to Foxy or what he did to the doctor”
“The doctor had gone mad and planned to stage a coup?”
“I'm well aware of that, but do you really think petrifying him was the right call? There were a million options to punish him that were less harsh, and Ozzie went as far as possible because all he saw was that mouse when staring at Foxy, I admit I got carried away last night and it wasn't my intention to have any kits, but it feels like apart of me only agreed because I figured with being pregnant and eventually having being a dad it could mellow him out, give him something else to focus on so he’ll dedicate less time to hating somebody he's never met and more time doing things that are of actual importance!”
Ortensia had stopped just short of yelling and turned to meet Felix's gaze, her eyes emerald. The concerned expression the usual stoic cat had wasn't a good sign and she turned away, realizing the amount of anger she held in that moment. The thinner her body was made of began to heat up and a faint acidic taste grew in her mouth, the solid form she took slipping. Felix caught onto this as the air began to sting, what felt like thousands of tiny needles pricked at his cheeks repelled him. Despite the pain he dared not move away, his loyalty to the monarch was worth a lot more than a little pain. Out of his own commitment he approached and placed a hand on the queen’s shoulder, uncaring how much of his armour or even his fingers decayed.
“Your majesty, if I may” He began, voice calm and collected “my opinion was not asked for but as the one right behind you and my liege, it is obvious you both wish for the best of the kingdom and everyone in it, you two differ a lot in your means as you focus on improving the quality of life here while my liege focuses on expanding this kingdom and potentially breaking free into the land up above, his fixation on the mouse is no doubt a bit… troublesome, yes, but we both know he ultimately still means the well and the food shortage as well as any other issue could be fixed if you did not attempt to skirt around the problem” Felix bowed his head in reverence, his armour clattering as he kneeled “Forgive me, but you creating children for the sole purpose of hoping it quells him will not solve the issue, and I believe children will only worsen his stress, the only course of action that could fix his decline is if you confront him about his neglect towards this kingdom and resolve it as the rulers you are”
Ortensia stood in silence, the green glow gone from her gaze. She was breathless, almost in disbelief that her knight would suggest something so brash and upfront. She wanted to rebuttal and explain why confronting Oswald could lead to worse issues, but she couldn’t. She knew better than anyone that—when it came to her—the buck was a coward, plain and simple. She didn't like to throw that word around especially when it came to her love, but it was pretty apparent the way he shrunk when she interrupted the “trial” of Foxy’s that Oswald listened even at his worst. That wasn't even counting his obedience in bed.
“Your majesty?” Felix inquired “are you alright?”
“Hmm? Oh!”, Ortensia shook her head, not even realizing she was staring off into space for the past minute “I-I’m sorry Felix, this is all just so–”
“Abrupt, yes, I know it is not my place to give you advice and I'm aware you don't want to argue with my liege, but I nonetheless feel it would be better for everyone if you at least tackled the issue directly”
The queen let out a sigh. It was no use in trying to deny as she already knew he was in the right.
“I'll deal with it tomorrow” she put bluntly “I need a day for myself and I'm pretty sure Ozzie could also some er-...” she flinched, already picturing his limp “Time to recuperate…”
Felix nodded “I understand your majesty, would you like for me to assist in helping him walk or tend to him while he's still in bed?”
“Don't baby him, he'll be fine” Ortensia dismissed with a wave “I'll check up on him later anyhow, we gotta go over the whole children thing and whatever prep we have to do”
Felix nodded once more “Very well, I'll be off relocating the guards back around the castle if you need-... n-need… me…”
Felix trailed off, his eyes filling with the sight of Ortensia's tail swaying as she sauntered a few steps away. While he wished to look away, the way the queen flaunted her body had him in a trance and breathless. Felix’s eyes traveled over every inch of her skin, admiring the elegant plumpness her body held in its curvy, stout frame. She was by no means fat and he would never call her that, but honestly? Even if she was, Felix would hardly take issue with it as her beautiful face turned to lock eyes with him. She giggled and that sweet voice flustered him once more, this time her words accompanied by an enticing shake of her rear.
“Aww… what a shame that you have to go, I was really looking forward to having my big, strong, knight help me bathe” she flicked her tail, keeping his attention on her ass “unless of course… you can put that on hold?”
“...”
Felix remained silent, his eyes still glued to Ortensia's body. While she taunted him with her butt, the Knight knew that if he joined he would be the one on his knees, the black fur on his face being painted with the same white color as his muzzle. That idea didn't seem to bother him though, in fact quite the opposite. His suit of armour grew rather stuffy as he pictured himself on his knees in front of the queen, mouth open wide in anticipation. The idea alone made Felix rush to get rid of his armour, trying to yank off each plate of metal in a desperate attempt to be with his queen. He was a strong and noble knight, but he took no vow of chastity and it showed in the frantic rush.
“Oh, someone sure is eager” the queen remarked as she turned around and walked over to her knight “There’s no need to rush dear, I wouldn't want you to scratch your armor for little ol’ me”
She grabbed his chin and leaned in for a kiss, her head tilted as her lips met his in the empty space where the visor once stood. Felix, the overly eager feline he was, held the back of her head with his gauntlet and deepened it until both could feel the other's tongue. Ortensia’s dominant act fell and she allowed Felix to hold her, his tongue hungrily rolling over hers as they both stayed until they were lightheaded. Felix was the one to finally draw back and gasp for air, Ortensia now the one filled with fluster.
“Oh… oh my…” she put a hand over her mouth and gently pushed off “I- I'll go start the water, join me when you finish undressing”
“Righty-O!” Felix said as he took off his armour, this time a lot slower with his attention focused on the nude queen walking away.
Ortensia felt his gaze but said nothing and resigned herself to not taunt him any further, the kiss was evidence that she riled him up more than enough. Despite excitement to both have a relaxing moment where she could clean herself and the inevitable indulging in more intimate acts, her mind still gravitated to her husband. She couldn't get that rabbit out of her head and tomorrow's confrontation of his recent attitude as well as talks of the future with whatever kids they sired left this awful feeling in her stomach. It bubbled and burned like the thinner that would leak from her fingertips when not attuned with her powers. It kept bubbling until it began to melt away her resolve, when finally making it to the bathing room it was bad enough where she had to sit down. Anxiety had overtaken her and collecting herself was harder than she could have imagined. The most she could do was stop, take a breather, and let those worries dissipate like the small bits of green thinner that clung to her hands.
“I… I can't be thinking of that right now, I'm sure it'll be fine” she reassured herself “besides, that's tomorrow, today is for rest” she got up and turned on the water to her tub, eyeing the door in anticipation for Felix to come through in the nude “And of course a little bit of fun with my loyal knight…”