The Queen's Court

Patiently waiting behind Queen Abigail's bedroom, a servant diligently stacked up a silver tray with steaming hot food and freshly brewed tea, knowing from experience that she'd be waking up at any moment, ravenous for a breakfast. The German shepherd had been under his mistress' employ for several years now, and had quickly risen to become one of her most trusted servants, with many of the court's other workers letting him do most of the interacting with the royal family, due to her rather irregular mannerisms that the man had learned to accept. Just as the canine had finished straining the tea from a delicate porcelain cup, a small bell next to the door rang, signalling that the Queen had woken up. Quickly straightening and fixing his uniform, the servant opened the door and picked up the tray of food, walking inside with a calm smile, 
"Good morning, your highness. I've taken the liberty of preparing you some breakfast, as per your wishes."
At the back of the lavish bedroom stood a gigantic bed, huge poles sticking all the way up to the ceiling from all four corners of the bed frame, carved and decorated with gold, light silk curtains draped down to give some privacy to anyone sleeping within. The servant knew however that Abigail didn't much care for privacy, spotting her shapely outline shaded against the curtains as he walked next to the bed, setting the food down on a table before drawing the curtains open. A polar bear was lying in the middle of the spacious bed, her blanket tossed aside to reveal that she wasn't wearing a shred of clothing, leaving her slightly chubby form completely exposed, her generous bosom only accentuated as she sighed with a smirk and pressed her shoulders against her chest, squeezing the two mounds together while she pretended to stretch. Her legs were crossed with her toes splayed out, her brilliant white fur growing slightly thicker right where her thighs met, her pubic fur trimmed just enough to let a dash of pink peek through.

Lying next to the Queen was her precious little Prince, barely half a year old, likewise fully nude and cuddled against his mother's belly for warmth, the woman's hand stroking his back to stir the baby from his slumber as she cooed, 
"Edmond, dearie, time to wake up for breakfast~" 
The canine tried not to let his gaze linger on her bountiful body, even though he knew full well that it was exactly what she liked, hiding his slight blush by looking down as he dropped a few shards of sugar into the hot tea, handing the cup to Abigail's outstretched hand. The polar bear brought the cup to her lips and took a small sip, using her other arm to gently lift her son up to her chest, nuzzling his maw against one of her tits as Edmond yawned. The cub quickly latched onto her nipple, his hands groping and squeezing her tit to knead out as much milk as he could, leaving her to moan softly as she smirked at the German shepherd, 
"Wonderfully prepared tea, once more. You've pleased me greatly~" 
The servant stood at attention, feeling a bead of sweat on his forehead as he watched the Queen's hand wandering down between the little bear's legs, her fingers caressing the Prince's tiny ballsack and taint while Edmond fussed against her breast. After a few moments, he was finally dismissed with a small nod, letting him quickly march out of the bedroom, leaving the royal family to prepare for the day ahead. 

With both the Queen and her darling son finishing up with breakfast, the baby nursing on her while she chomped at some delectable pies, Abigail donned her usual attire of a light, flowing robe, the deep purple colouring of it making it clear to everyone that she was royalty, even if the design of it wasn't quite as complex as the getup of some of her fellow nobles. Her outfit didn't include any sort of underwear however, both her chest and her nethers left completely bare beneath her robe, a fact that many of her servants and guests had found out the hard way. The Queen didn't dress her son in clothes of any kind, letting the cub's sheath and cute pair of buns hang out for all to see as she carried Edmond against her breasts, her hand always resting between his thighs, giggling and cooing at the occasional erection that would peek out from his sheath. Abigail loved showing off both herself as well as her Prince to the rest of the court as well as just about anyone else, often indulging in debauchery that would get a commoner thrown into the deepest, darkest dungeon right out in the open, smirking at the shocked looks she'd receive. Though highly irregular, and not a topic that most people liked to approach unless absolutely necessary, no one dared to actually try to make her stop with her naughty shows, as the Queen wasn't just eye candy. Her lineage had a strong and undeniable claim to her lands, and the polar bear was savvy enough in both diplomacy as well as mercantilism to make her kingdom flourish beyond belief, forcing everyone else to simply go along with her naughty pleasures as there was no way to dethrone her without the entire continent falling into chaos. Stepping out of her bedroom, carrying young Edmond in her arms with his head still resting on her bosom, Abigail took a quick tour through her estate with the excuse of making sure that everything was running smoothly. Of course, everyone knew that the woman's true intentions were to make sure that all of her servants could get a good look at her and the Prince, the curves in her outfit leaving very little to the imagination even when she wasn't "accidentally" lifting up her robes and flashing herself at just about everyone she came across. 

With her quick tour of her villa completed, Abigail took a leisurely stroll to her study to have her morning debrief, the daily sessions letting her hand out orders to her staff for the day's tasks while also giving her a rundown of any news or upcoming events. Even these meetings were rarely all business with the sensual Queen however, as many of the people there had come to learn. Stepping into the study, the handful of people waiting for her all stood up and gave courteous bows to the royal highness as she marched between the great bookcases, taking her spot at the head of a large table, setting her son down on her knee and gently bouncing him up and down as the different heads of staff began speaking in turn. Though Abigail followed the words closely, not letting anything slip past her ears, she seemed much more preoccupied than what she actually was, pushing a hand between Edmond's legs as she stared at the boy's flank. The baby whimpered softly and pressed his back against his mother's belly as her fingers gently squeezed his sheath, slowly pulling it back as she dipped a finger from her other hand into her maw, soaking it in spit before pushing it against the tip just barely peeking out from the little Prince's sheath. Slowly rubbing the pink tip in circles, Abigail giggled as her son squirmed around on her lap, panting and blushing as his small erection grew in her hands, his feet kicking the air. A few of the people sitting at the table with her lost their train of thought, trailing off and stammering for a moment as they tried to get through the rest of their turns, completely ignoring what the Queen was doing as best as they could. Finally came the German shepherd's turn to talk, his usual spiel about feast preparations and livestock droning on, seemingly of little interest to the woman until he ended his address, 
"... and, if it may please your highness, I'd ask to be allowed to retreat to my chambers and hand over my duties to my right-hand man slightly earlier than usual this evening, as I had hoped to celebrate my son's birthday."
Finally catching something that piqued his curiosity, Abigail immediately lifted her eyes off of her baby's cocklet, still rubbing the stiffening shaft between her thumb and index as she raised an eyebrow, 
"Oh? And how old might your son be~?" 
Noticing the glint in the polar bear's eyes, the way she smiled and not-so subtly grinded her crotch against her own kid's backside, the canine gulped as he tried to hide his nervousness,
"He's… he's turning two years old today, your highness." 
"Well, I hadn't even heard that my most loyal servant had a child, and a very cute one I'm sure~! I will not only allow you to leave and celebrate his birthday, but I insist on further honouring your family: bring the boy in front of my court tomorrow, I wish to see him for myself~"
Dismissing the group of servants and standing up, Abigail walked off before the shepherd had a chance to protest in any way, leaving him to stare anxiously as she left, a wet spot staining the front of her robes. 

Unsure of what the Queen had in mind, the father brought his son to the court early the next day, hoping that she truly would just give the toddler some well wishes, though he had a hunch that she had more than that in mind. He'd chosen a time when the court was fairly quiet, but even then the large hall still had a few dignitaries and nobles milling around, not to mention the throngs of guardsmen lining the walls and the servants buzzing about behind the large throne in the middle of the room. Abigail was sitting on the decorated throne, dressed in her robe with the Prince on her lap, just finishing up addressing a local merchant when she spotted the pair of dogs waiting to the side, locking eyes with the boy as she motioned for the duo to approach. Holding his son by the shoulders, the man walked up in front of the throne as soon as he was given permission, giving a small bow as he cleared his throat and put a hand on his cub's head,
"This is my son, Florus."
Staring at the little German shepherd, Abigail smirked and undressed the boy with her eyes, running her gaze up and down the toddler's plump body as she licked her lips, 
"I wish to see your son as our creator made him, remove his clothes~!"
Florus immediately clammed up and went red as his father began undressing him in front of the entire court, squeaking quietly and peeking through his fingers as his shirt was pulled off, followed by his pants. Just as the man was about to remove the strip of cloth hiding away the most uncouth parts of the toddler, Abigail held up a hand to stop him, 
"Come closer, I wish to finish unwrapping this gift myself~" 
The Queen pushed aside her robes, revealing her pussy as Florus' father nudged him forwards, his eyes staring right at the bear's dripping wet mound as she cooed, 
"Do not be afraid, child. Come closer, and receive your mistress' love~" 
The woman leaned forwards as soon as the hesitant toddler was within reach, grabbing onto his underwear and slowly sliding the pair down until they dropped to his ankles, revealing his half-chubbed dick as she moaned in delight, watching his knot just barely peeking out from his sheath. 

Leaning back in her throne to watch the shy toddler, Abigail giggled while nudging her son closer to her chest, cradling and feeling up Edmond in her arm while reaching down to gently rub at her soaked mound. Staring down at the floor with his hands behind his back, Florus tried to hide away his naughty bits by pushing his legs together, accidentally only making the situation worse as he whimpered and massaged his plump sheath between his soft thighs, managing to coax out the last few inches of his red rocket, much to the ursine's glee,
"Oh my, so eager to be inspected by your Queen, are you? Well, I don't like to disappoint~" 
Abigail wrapped one of her legs around the back of the pup, pulling him closer before laying her foot on his shoulder, gingerly shoving him onto his knees, his face only a few inches away from the woman's cunt, her alluring scent tickling his nostrils. The Queen put a hand on Florus' head, softly stroking and petting the boy's soft hair as she glanced around her court, grinning at the reactions and looks she managed to arouse from everyone there, giving particular regard to the flustered look of the little canine's father. Shivering in pleasure just from the attention she was getting, Abigail shoved Florus' face between her spread legs, moaning out loud as soon as she felt his muzzle pressing on her wet lips, humping and massaging her slit against his cold nose. Confused by the adult act, the German shepherd opened his maw just as the Queen thrust on him, his tongue half-accidentally pressing between her delicate lips, giving the toddler his first taste of a female,
"Open your senses to me, give yourself over to your loving Queen~!" 
The appetiser was enough for Florus to start changing his opinion about the whole thing, the wonderful flavour of the polar bear's juicy peach instantly getting him hooked, his little hands grasping at her fur as he began lapping at her folds all on his own, 
"Yes… yes! Taste me, drink up my sweet sap! G… get your tiny tongue deeper inside of me~!" 
Crossing her legs behind the young dog's head, making sure his mouth was locked in place against her pussy, Abigail focused some of her love towards her own son as well. Cradling Edmond against her chest, the mother pulled her robe down to reveal her hefty set of tits, her lusty panting filling the echoing halls of her court as she pinched the baby's cock between two fingers, stroking him and getting the squirming cub hard in her hands. 

Clenching her legs and pushing the little puppy's muzzle deeper into her cunt, Abigail's howls raised in pitch and intensity as she nearly came from Florus' eager tongue clumsily eating her out, just barely managing to hold herself back as she opened her legs and pushed the canine's head back, gasping for air as she watched him licking his lips and fingers clean of her royal jelly, giving a quick wink to the cub's father, 
"A loyal servant to his Queen, I see the cute little apple has not fallen far from the tree~" 
Needing some time to cool off lest she give the toddler a shower before she'd even gotten properly started, Abigail scooped Florus up onto her lap right next to her own son, cuddling the two boys against her bare chest as she grabbed hold of the puppy's cock. The woman pressed the two tips together, rubbing and massaging the little manhoods as a tiny trickle of precum dripped down and wet her lap, both cubs groaning softly as they wriggled in her armpits, 
"Do you enjoy the company of my son? Perhaps your father might take you with him more often, Edmond surely wouldn't mind having another darling boy to play with, maybe you might even grow to be the best of friends~" 
The Queen stared deep into Florus' eyes as they rolled back, his tongue lolling down the side of his muzzle as he gasped and shivered in her arms, his shaft getting bigger and longer the more she played with it, his knot inflating in her hand. With both cubs at their full size, Abigail helped them both stand up on her lap her hands stroking their backs as she leaned her head down and took both of their dicks into her maw at the same time, slurping the pair all the way down to the base at once, running her tongue along both lengths as she let out a velvety, voluptuous moan. Both kids grabbed at her head, the baby's hands grasping at her muzzle while the toddler yanked on her ears, their toes curling as they swayed around leaning against her breasts. One after the other, the two boys came in her maw, filling her muzzle with the creamy milk she'd been thirsting all day for as she smirked and drank it all down, suckling on their cocks for a single drop more while the pair squeaked, their balls already drained while the ravenous woman milked them through their entire orgasm. 

Letting the pent-up cubs pump their loads into her waiting maw, giggling as she saw the faces of the other people in her court, her hands squeezing the boys' backsides, Abigail eventually pulled her muzzle off of the two cocklets, finishing the polishing with a tender kiss to each of their taut ballsacks as the little males quivered in her arms, 
"Oh, little ones, this is just the beginning. I'll make you feel good in ways you'd never even imagine~!" 
Grinning, the Queen licked her sticky lips and lifted up the staggering Florus, laying the canine down right in front of her throne, his little puppy dick still standing stiff even after his first orgasm. She stood up from her throne as well, hiking up her robe and tying it up around her waist, making sure that both of the holes between her legs were visible and conveniently usable, squatting down over the toddler's crotch, grabbing his knot to guide his excited tip to her ass cheeks. With the other boy nuzzled between her buns, the polar bear turned to her son still on the throne, getting the baby on his hands and knees with his flank pointed towards both her and the rest of the court, prying his cheeks open. At the same time, the woman sat down on Florus' cock and shoved her muzzle against her boy's pucker, wriggling his tongue into the baby's tailhole just as the toddler's girth entered her own. Edmond was already used to the special kisses his mother loved to ravish him with, but it still didn't make the experience any less intense, his entire tiny body shaking as he bleated and squeaked while her tongue massaged his prostate, her fingers tugging on his still-sensitive shaft. The pup underneath the Queen was in a similar position, grunting in bliss as the ursine's ass dropped on him like a hammer, taking in his entire length again and again, knot and all. The toddler wasn't quite big enough for his knot to feel much more substantial than an adult's girth, but the feel of it popping in and out of her asshole still made Abigail moan in ecstasy as she rimmed the Prince, the quiet whispers of her court getting slightly louder as guards and merchants glanced at one another. With one final flick of her tongue, Edmond came and marked her throne with a lewd puddle as she pumped his dick, every squirt accompanied by his tight tailhole squeezing around her tongue. Sitting down on the dog's bone and clenching hard, rhythmically rocking her hips from side to side, the Queen was also able to bring Florus to his second ever orgasm, smirking as he tugged at her tail, filling her hole with as much seed as the toddler could produce. 

Waiting patiently, the large polar bear felt herself up while her two toys sprayed their loads, fondling her chest with one hand and kneading at her clit with the other, letting both cubs fully finish up before pulling her snout out from Edmond's rear end and lifting her tailhole off of the German shepherd's knot. Leaking cum from her winking pucker, the Queen nuzzled her head underneath her son, nudging the baby aside so she could lick up his sperm from her seat, wanting to clean up while simultaneously wasting nothing, 
"Now, I must have you inside of my womb, both of you~!" 
The polar bear scooped up the panting baby up onto her shoulder and lifted the canine onto his feet, squishing his face against her pillowy belly as she sat back down onto her throne, her legs splayed wide open. Abigail set her son down onto her belly while simultaneously grabbing Florus' ass, shifting both cubs around until their tips were touching and nestled right at her pussy lips, her warm and wet entrance teasing the pair as she rubbed her slit against them. Hugging both the little ursine as well as the big one, his shaft poking through Edmond's thighs, the German shepherd whined with lust as he was pushed forwards, the two young males entering Abigail's mound at the same time, spreading her wide open. The baby was assaulted by both his mother's lips gripping around him as well as Florus' knot grinding against his base as he was shoved deep into the Queen's cunt, his muzzle resting between her tits as she moaned as loud as she was able to, wanting her entire kingdom to hear that she was fucking her infant son and her servant's two year old boy. Assisting the two cubs' thrusts with her hands, Abigail turned her courtroom into a whore house as both kids groaned in unison, trembling against one another as their cocks were taken into her enticing depths. Edging the cubs until she was right on the verge herself, the Queen finally slammed her loins forwards, taking the baby and the knotted canine all the way down to the base as the trio all screamed together. With the puppy's knot throbbing against his shaft, Edmond shot his seed into the same womb he'd only recently left, the boys' seed mixing deep in the bear's slit as she humped the duo, grinding her clit against her son's belly as she came and wet their furs with her honey. Winding down, the Queen let the two cubs cling onto her as they huffed, still hilted in her cunt while she looked up at her shocked court, giving the puppy's father a smile, 
"I believe I might have to keep your son here overnight, so that I may properly congratulate him in my bedchambers~"