“F” the Queen:
Unwanted Appreciation

The Queen tried to fix her eyes. Everything was blurry when she opened them up. The sight was a big black mass of nothingness at first, but as her vision became clearer, she could see the bright blue sky, layered with clouds. Many buildings could be seen. She was lying on the ground outside. 
“How did I get here?” she said to herself. 
As she rose off the ground, she saw many of her kingdom’s bunnies surrounding her, from normal everyday citizens to various officials. They were all staring at her in a perplexing manner, with a hint of awe. Before she could ponder what was going on, she then felt a draft, everywhere. 
She looked down and discovered the most horrifying thing: She was naked! As naked as the day she was born. The crowd could see her entire self; her fur was all blue from head to toe. She possessed a pair of large, ample breasts. Her thick yet toned posterior was almost the same size, with a fuzzy short tail sticking out. Most notable were her ears; all bunnies have ears of different sizes, from really short to incredibly long. She was the latter, ending right down to her calves, but what made hers unique were the tips that made them look like a pair of arrows pointing to the ground.
The only bits of clothing that remained were her red corset that went just above her midriff and held a bit of her bust, and red leggings with golden tips on the bottom where her toes are. Other than that, she was completely exposed.
“W-what is this?!” She yelled in an embarrassed rage, trying to cover herself up. “Why am I like this?! Where are my clothes?!”
“Looks like her highness is all set!”
She heard a voice in the distance. It sounded almost like a child. It sounded like it came in front of her into the crowd.
“You! Whoever you are,” She called out to the crowd. “Why am I here? Like this?”
“Don’t you remember, your majesty?” the voice responded. “You promised your fellow subjects that you’d let them play with you.”
“Play?” the Queen said confusedly. “What do you mean ‘play’? Do you think this is some sort of game?!”
“Yep, and I know we’re gonna have oodles of fun!”
She could see some of the crowd splitting up so her line of sight reached the source of the voice. The Queen couldn’t make out the image yet, but it looked like a yellow adult bunny. It took her a moment to try and piece things together, but could only make a guess.
“You… you planned all this?”
“You got it. It was easy. All I had to do tell everyone the great Queen Nila of Lagonia was gonna put on a show for them, and they get to take part. You promised. Isn’t it great?”
“I… what? I promised nothing of the sort!”
“Then why are you standing there all naked?”
The Queen was fuming now, her pointed buck tooth pressing to her lower lip. It was as if this bunny, this single upstart, was mocking her. To have the audacity to have her disgrace herself in front of all these people… This golden bunny needed to pay.
“YOU’LL SUFFER FOR THIS OUTRAGE, YOU LITTLE--!!!”
She raised her hand to the bunny, but nothing happened. She was shocked by this. Perhaps she was too distracted to attack. She needed to cover herself again, fast. She couldn’t bear being so… indecent. She closed her eyes, focusing on summoning her royal garb. It was a set of clothing she enchanted with a spell that could seal her true body. However, she could not feel anything; no magic flowing to her. The Queen kept her eyes closed and focused even harder, but still nothing happened.
“My power,” she said in horror. “It’s… gone.”
As she opened her eyes back up, she saw the people of her kingdom closing in on her.
“You can’t blink, your majesty,” the mysterious bunny said. “You’ll miss out on all the fun.”
The Queen was trying to find a way out, but the circle of her subjects closed in tighter.
“No! Stay back!”
But they didn’t listen. She felt someone touch behind her, causing her to jump away, only to be touched again. All the while, she could hear murmurs. What were they trying to say? Were they speaking ill of her now that they saw her for what she really is? She was the same bunny as the rest of them, but only a couple centuries older. But her figure was different, too different. She started to panic as a few bunnies grabbed hold of her by her arms and ears.
“Let me go!” the Queen yelled. “I command you to let me go!!”
“OK, everyone,” the ringleader announced. “Here’s how it works: you all get to do whatever you like with, or to, our good Queen. But please, don’t hurt her, and try not to be too rough. She is the Queen after all.”
The Queen’s face was full with fear. He had no magic, and worse, this ringleader just told all of the available citizens to have their way with her; to use her like some toy for their own perverted needs.
“No… Please… NOOOOO!!!”
As the Queen screamed and struggled, she lost her balance and fell backward. Many of the kingdom’s bunnies took a few steps back while a few caught her from behind, and gently let her down to the ground. She then felt a pair of hands from behind grabbing her large boobs. This caused her to tense up from such a surprise, but not as much as a surprise as a bunny in front of her coming forward. A female, in contrast to what she would guess to be a male behind her, pressed her two index fingers to the Queen’s puffy pink tips of her breasts. The male eased his fondling so the female would have a better accuracy to circle her fingers around the Queen’s nipples, which were buried beneath her areolas.
“S-stop it! I’m ordering you to—“
But she gasped again, surprised at how sensitive she was. She cursed how sensitive she was. The female in front continued to circle her areolas, attempting to bring out the Queen’s shy nipples. She even placed her fingers into the holes, as if trying to dig them out. As if on cue, the Queen’s nipples were slowly beginning to become more erect, until, finally, they popped out. The Queen saw her nipples revealing themselves, causing her to blush with embarrassment.
“This i-isn’t h-happening. You will unhand me this instant!”
She had thought it was over, that they had finally listened, as the male behind her let go. However, she then felt the femme bunny before her grab her breasts instead, this time by her nipples. With a pinch to both, the Queen tensed again with a scream. The female bunny started to gently twist them.
“Such cute and sensitive breasts, your majesty…”
What did she say? The Queen thought. Did she hear that right? She had no time to understand it as a male came beside the other bunny to take over one of her boobs. The female let go of one, making the male open his mouth around the areola and suck at the nipple like a baby. The Queen felt more jolts within her before feeling her corset being removed, leaving her more naked than she already was, if that was even possible. She tried to struggle again, but was unable to. She could barely look past the two assaulters and saw two more, both male, holding onto her flailing legs. They then slowly removed the leggings to reveal the Queen’s dainty little feet. This confused her until she felt both of those bunnies lick under her feet. The way they played with her feet was too weird, especially when they started sucking on her tiny toes. The very thought and feeling of their tongues brushing and licking between her toes was so disgusting. She always washed them, but it didn’t make a difference here. She did not feel ticklish, not that she wanted to in this situation, but now strange feelings flowed through her body, which scared her immensely. The Queen tried to escape again, not caring if she kicked those two in the face in the process. Yet, she could feel her strength gradually fleeing her. Twisting and turning, try as she might, she could not get away. 
She then tried to ignore this unwanted pleasure; to attempt to regain her magic to blast these insolent fools away. How could they do this to her? Why would they do such things to her, when she had this shameful mass of flesh that is reacting not in disgust, but in bliss? Just before she thought it could not get any worse, she felt her legs pull outward before feeling a soft touch between her legs. 
The four assaulters moved aside, but not separating themselves from their tasks at hand. One more bunny, a female, move forward to the opening of her legs, with her hands and face close to her crotch.
“NO! DON’T TOUCH ME THEAA—!“
It was no use. The female spread the lips of the ruler’s pussy and was licking at the little nub that was her clit. The Queen found new strength to struggle free, but it was only a few seconds worth; not enough time to escape.
“Please… no more. I don’t w-want *gasp* this…”
She was shocked to hear her own voice. It was no longer an intimidating tone, but a shrill squeak of a helpless prey at the mercy of several predators. She soon felt the femme near her love tunnel give the clit a big kiss while starting to suck on it. This was the Queen’s limit; she screamed aloud again, tensing her body and arching her back, unwittingly sticking her feet a little further into the other two bunnies allowing them to suck harder at them. The female between her legs lapped up her quivering pussy as it squirted its juices, allowing her to drink it all up.
A half a minute later, the Queen slumped from her tension. She was breathing shallowly, exhausted from her forced orgasm. She then heard clapping from the distance.
“Bravo, your hottie highness! You certainly enjoyed that, huh?”
The Queen heard the voice again. She could barely lift her head up to see the gold-looking bunny, her golden-yellowy appearance becoming a bit clearer.
“Please… tell them to stop…” the Queen begged, reaching out to the ringleader. She couldn’t believe she was force to do so, but she needed this for this to end.
“Why would you want that?” the bunny asked mischievously. “If you wanted to leave, you could have done so by now.”
“…Please… I don’t—“
“Besides, we’re just getting started, and there are more of your subjects who want a… ‘taste’ of you.”
The Queen was crestfallen upon hearing this. She wanted to disappear at this point, to vanish; to escape from the ringleader and the rest of these crazed bunnies. But she was too weak to move. It was like a nightmare she could not wake up from. Her growing shame of having her accursed body toyed with like some doll, and it was growing far worse for her as a new group of eager bunnies switched with the old.
The helpless Queen was turned over so she could be on all fours. It was a much more humiliating position to be than on her back. She then felt more bunnies surrounding her, being closer than she wanted them to be. There were hands everywhere; on her back, on her boobs, on her tail, on her butt, one inserted its finger into her wet pussy, one even entered her tailhole, of all places. More grabbed her large ears to squeeze and nuzzle. The Queen’s body froze, unable to fight the perverted touches of her citizens. It was too much to bear, but there was still no end in sight.
“N-no…. No no no no no…”
She tried to deny the pleasure flowing through her. She then felt most of the hands leaving her, only to be replaced by kisses. Some of the bunnies proceeded to kiss their ruler in all of the aforementioned places. She shuddered out a moan, leaving her wide open for one bunny to plant his lips to hers. His tongue was entering her mouth, exploring while rubbing it around her bucktooth. Another mouth kissed her pussy while bring her tongue past the puffy lips. A single finger remained in her anus, going in as deep as it could. She could feel two hands rubbing along her buttocks, occasionally patting them. More waves of humiliation hit the Queen, shuddering, gasping, and breathing shallowly.  
“You smell so good, your majesty...”
“So well-toned, your majesty...”
“You’re so beautiful, your majesty…”
The Queen blushed a deep red. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She refused to. Did they… love her body? Impossible! Who would ever love her like this? She could feel every ounce of her body touched in some way. 
She was unable to turn around, soon feeling one bunny insert his cock into her pussy. This time, she didn’t scream. It was a moan. Why was she moaning, she asked herself. She was being violated, wasn’t she? And yet, she was feeling a rising pleasure again. One hand that was playing with her tailhole was replaced with another, but no one had decided to enter it like the daring bunny below. That bunny was heard groaning loudly before thrusting into her majesty. The Queen could feel her vaginal walls squeezing around the invader. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want any of this. So why did it feel like she did? She was on the verge of tears, but was too busy feeling herself being ravaged to and fro.
The ones who were unable to claim her holes decided to reach for her and feel her again with their hands. A few more males came closer and pulled her large ears gently to rub them, squeeze them or even kiss them like before. 
“So soft, your majesty…”
“You’re taking me in so nicely, your majesty…”
“We love your ears so much, your majesty…”
Again, she heard the words of her people, and again she did not take the compliments well. This was all too much for the Queen, causing her to moan and sob at the same time with her mouth, the only hole that wasn’t filled yet; moaning from the unwanted pleasure and sobbing from the shame of unconsciously trying to enjoy it. She was becoming dizzy as she could practically smell sex all around her.
Suddenly, she felt something familiar build. She tried to escape, more desperately this time. Not again, she thought. I can’t, again. It was hopeless. Her powers were still gone. The pressure was building up more and more. She tried to stifle her cries, but it was useless. Her mouth just wouldn’t shut; her moans were being forced out, much louder than before.
“Please. *gasp* No more! I’m… going to… AAAHHH!!!”
It was too late. She screamed in forced pleasure, her second intense orgasm shook her harder than the first, tensing every muscle in her exposed body. With her inner muscles closing around the rod and fingers of her assaulters, the one in her pussy groaned and hilted himself before cumming inside their ruler. Everyone else followed suit, pleasuring themselves as they closed in on her, eventually covering the helpless monarch with their juices and semen.
A while later, they all distanced from their Queen.
The Queen remained on her hands and knees. Never had she felt so dirty, so disgraced, so helpless. She started crying. This was it, she thought. This was her punishment for possessing such an obscene body. Her long reign over Lagonia was over. She wanted to just curl up and die right there. She could barely hear her citizens questioning why she was crying, which not only confused her, but somehow made her feel worse about herself, as if they were mocking her. The humiliation would never cease because of one single lapse in her defenses. But how did she even end up in this position in the first place?
“They care for you, your majesty.”
The sweet voice broke through her despair; the same one who called everyone to sic her. She lifted her head to see the golden bunny again; much closer to her than the others. She wore a set of pink clothes, with a white collar around her neck. The Queen could see a smile on her face, but not her eyes. It looked like the eyes were shaded somehow.
“Wha… What do you mean?” the Queen asked confusingly. “Look at me. I’m such a… a…”
“A ‘slut’?”
The word stung her. Was it true? Was the Queen of Lagonia, who had ruled for so long with such godly power, reduced to this? 
She heard the bunny speak again.
“Maybe… or…”
“’O-or’?”
“Or maybe this is your true self: a goddess that desires this kind of worship, one who wants to stop hiding behind all those sealing robes.”
The golden bunny kneeled down to meet face to face with the soiled ruler. She gently held her head, wiping away her tears, then caressing her cheeks as she came closer to her. The Queen tried to be angry but, for some reason, she lost her rage.
“Behind that scowl or, in this case, fear, is a woman just begging to be free from her own self-pity. Every single compliment you receive today; you thought it’s a good idea to twist it all into the exact opposite. It’s like ‘Opposite Day’ or something.”
The Queen then felt the gold bunny kiss her. She could feel her tongue explore her mouth. After a good minute, they separated, leaving a breaking link of saliva.
“But it doesn’t need to be that way. You can either submit to your desires, or take over them and make them your bitch. Either way, you shouldn’t be so stuffy in that old outfit. It’s unhealthy.”
The Queen saw the bunny stand up, holding an egg that appeared out of nowhere. The Queen could not make out what the picture on the egg was, but half a minute after the golden bunny broke the egg in half, giving off some sort of strange energy, she started moaning shamelessly while using her fingers to spread the hood of her tunnel, revealing the her clitoris. She then saw it grow longer and thicker. For a few seconds, the Queen was in morbid awe that the golden bunny grew an actual penis; it was a kind of magic she never seen or bothered to care about given her age, because she saw no point or reason to practice it. The only reason behind her reaction for this unprecedented trick was because of her current situation. She looked up to see the golden bunny’s face.
“Now, let’s give her majesty exactly what she wants. What do you say?”
The Queen noticed something different about the ringleader’s voice. It was the same sweet tone, but it was mixed with something… sinister; it wasn’t evil, per se, but more intimidating in some lustful way; a seductive tone of a succubus. But she wasn’t frightened. In fact, she felt something odd within her person. As if she needed to surrender herself, if only to cease her misery. She displayed a light smile, letting out one single word.
“Y… yes.”
She didn’t know how long it has been, but the Queen soon fully indulged into the lustful love of the kingdom’s bunnies. She couldn’t imagine why she wanted to at this point, but she couldn’t be worse off, could she? Like a bitch in heat, she screamed and moaned into the sky, reveling in the pleasure they were giving her; the pleasure she had denied herself all this time. All the while she came, and came, and came; her walls convulsing to milk more bunny cocks while her juices soaked between her legs. She had been on the giving and receiving end of the golden bunny, willing to give in and allow the temporary herm to take her, but also willing to remind her who she was dealing with. Her muzzle was fed with cum, and her face and everything else was stained with some as well. The sense of time was a stranger to her, as she screamed out one soul-shaking orgasm after another.
The last thing she remembered from the last orgasm was everything turning white.
...
“See what happens when you’re finally free?”
The Queen just lied there in nothingness once more, the world fading from white to black. She found herself unable to move, exhausted from what happened and caked from head to toe with cum, with her head on the lap of that same golden bunny. This time, as she weakly rolled onto her back, she could finally see above her a pair of baby blue eyes, staring back at her yellow pair in a sweet demeanor.
“Ask your people about the ‘Rogue Easter Bunny’. That’s me...”
She came down to give the Queen a deep kiss, before looking at her with a smile.
“I’ll be waiting…”

The Queen slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She quickly looked around and discovered she was in her bed, in her private quarters of her castle, in the middle of the night. 
It really was a dream. 
She removed the blanket and found herself wet. She was sweating in her sleep. More noticeable, she whiffed a strange strong scent. It came from between her legs. She rubbed herself there and brought her hand up to smell. She came; she had hit her orgasm, or two, from the wet dream. She felt herself embarrassed by this fact. She tried to close her eyes and take deep breaths to calm down. It was all a dream, but something was wrong…
“Your majesty. Are you all right?”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock of the door of her room before it opened. Realizing she was still naked and unable to summon her clothes in time, she turned around with her back facing to the door.
A bunny guard came in, wearing light gray armor.
“What is it?” the Queen asked.
“I heard you screaming while I was passing by and…”
“I’m fine. Now go. “
The guard couldn’t just ‘go’. His chivalry and concern was too much. He came in and closed the door behind him. He slowly walked to the Queen. His footgear was more cloth than metal, so he barely made a sound. As he went closer to the bed, he could hear the ruler taking shallow breaths. With the moonlight shining through the window, his eyes witnessed the glistening blue figure of the Queen. He had never seen her like this. It was almost enticing. He placed his paw onto the Queen’s back. It was moist from sweating, but the fur was so smooth. He heard her gasp out in surprise but said nothing else. He could smell an unusual scent from her. The guard shuddered from random thoughts of how he would describe the Queen. She was much different here compared to the one he served during the day. It was fascinating to be able to fit into that tight outfit, he thought. He had enough common sense to not go too far in his imagination, but the valor and care in him wanted him to make sure his superior was feeling better, and at least complimenting her.
“You are quite lovely, your majesty,” he said while rubbing her back.
“Th… thank yo...” She was about to say something, but remembered she had just woken from a dream. The guard she had just told to leave clearly did not, and now…  
“How… how dare you…?“
Silence followed. The guard grew uneasy, taking a few steps back away from the bed and halfway to the door. He almost heard a ‘thank you’, didn’t he? He then sensed something from her majesty. An air of rising anger was building; a hint of fury that was inflating like a balloon, ready to pop. No. It was more like a bomb ready to go off. The young naïve guard only stared in confusion, wondering what he did wrong.
“How dare you touch me!?” she said in more anger.
“Your majesty, I-I-I was only--”
“DON’T EVER TOUCH ME!!!”
There was a violent burst of energy that exploded from the Queen following her screech of rage, sending the concerned guard hurtling out of her room, crashing through the door. If that didn’t knock him out, he would have been glad that the door wasn’t so solid.
A moment later, more guards came near the room, only to see one of their own on the floor in the hallway; battered, bruised and splintered.
“Your majesty! What happened!?”
“Take him to the dungeon.” She commanded, now in her royal robe. She made sure to put it on before they arrived at the commotion. “I would like to have a word with him in the morning.”
“But what did he—?“
That other guard became silent before he could utter another word. He too can sense the uneasy air from the Queen. Whatever their comrade had done to piss her off, he didn’t want to make that mistake himself. Whether it was an accident or otherwise, he felt it was wise not to stick his nose any further. He and his fellow guardsmen did as the Queen commanded and locked the unconscious partner below the castle.
The Queen calmed down and, with a wave of her hand, she fixed the door so it was never broken to begin with. She was so embarrassed that some guard was foolish enough to touch her, much less ignored her command to leave. She would have to deal with that one later. 
A while after the footsteps of her guards faded, she lit up the room and made her clothes disappear. With them on, she looked quite skinny and maybe a bit frightening. They were tight around her, covering just everything about her except her face. But it sealed her true figure for, without them, she was much more pronounced. Her large breasts and just as proportionate bunny bottom were something she had always considered a fatal flaw, a curse, she thought. It was her own pride, her shame that made her believe that if anyone were to see her like this instead of her royal self, if everyone knew, that would be it for her. Her power and reputation that allowed her to rule for the past few centuries would mean nothing. 
Everything that happened to her beforehand was a dream, but it felt so real. Even stranger was that of all of the bunnies in the dream, that single golden furred one stood out the most. It was at that point she realized that this wasn’t an ordinary dream or nightmare. It was a dream spell, a rare form of magic that could create or manipulate a person’s dreams.
It all made sense now. That bunny may not have been the one who casted the spell, but she may have had someone else do it. This had to be some sort of plot, she thought; a devious plot to ruin her majesty’s image. This unknown conspirator would want to usurp her, and who knows where that would lead for the kingdom.
But then she remembered her words. You don’t need to hide yourself; or something along those lines. That was her words nonetheless. Was she trying to tell her, the Queen, that it was foolish to be ashamed of her own body? Would her own subjects think of her more highly if she tossed aside her pride and stopped sealing herself like in the dream?
She kept looking at herself in the mirror, feeling herself up and pressing her hand on one of her breasts.
“I… can’t,” she said to herself with her shame returned. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”
But the thought remained in the back of her mind like a stubborn tick. What’s more, there was something familiar about this bunny. She had only heard rumors about a rogue bunny, a prodigy, who had carelessly thrown away her future as Easter Bunny because of some heinous act. To her, they were only that; rumors. Regardless, if this was same one who invaded her dreams, what gave this gold bunny, a possible felon, the right to lecture someone as regal as her about pride?
Or… maybe there was a hint of jealousy. Thinking about it, she would prefer to restrict herself as much as possible whereas this rogue would try the exact opposite. But why?
The image and words of that bunny was something of a pestering, nagging thought that just wouldn’t leave the Queen. She would have to deal with this as soon as possible before it becomes an obsession… 
…before it consumes her.
…before it destroys her.
In the middle of the night, at a hill on the edge of the kingdom, a bunny with golden-yellow fur was lying on her side. She was bored after she woke up and was staring from afar to the side of the castle. She saw a brief flash. Whoever was in there was awake and obviously not happy. She had a good idea who that was. However, she thought and hoped that whatever she was up to worked thanks to…
“I’m back, mistress,” said a green bunny in a strange witch-like outfit, arriving to the gold one.
 “Well, now that that’s done, you wanna spread ‘em here, or back at your place?”
“If it’s alright, mistress, home would be fine. Call me paranoid, but I don’t want to stay here a minute longer. She probably figured it out by now.”
“Whatever you say… ‘paranoid’.”
With her task done, the green furred witch returned home with her golden furred mistress. 
The latter was someone she had despised the first time they met. The infamous “Rogue Easter Bunny” represented everything she wasn’t, everything she couldn’t be. That day when she asked for the witch’s services, the green bunny decided to turn her into a real slut out of spite. She was happy to learn that her latest customer/victim lost her EB status for ‘questionable acts’… only to soon learn that she took pride in the “curse”.  Feeling mocked, she tried to destroy her in every possible way, but failed miserably. What came next surprised her; it took a lot of ‘convincing’ (a lot of ‘convincing’) about how she should be proud of her magic and beauty, and what this happy-go-lucky outlaw wants to show their world and the human world. Before she knew it, she had wholeheartedly devoted herself to the gold bunny’s whims.
Back at her home, completely hidden from the rest of the world, the witch reported on what she saw in the Queen’s dream, one that she was tasked with enchanting. She was being mounted by her mistress, who used one of her magical eggs to summon a temporary cock. Both had stripped before they walked through the door. Though the golden bunny was literally in that dream herself, the witch made sure to give her every explicit scene of the dream, down to the very last dirty detail. It was difficult to continue her report while being fucked so intensely, but she tried her best. The dominator in question took great delight in this story, spiking her lust and pounding the witch’s lime-green pussy with even more gusto. As the report was done, they reached their orgasm once again. Finally exhausted, they both fell on the bed. The witch could still feel her mistress’s magically formed cock plugged into her, pumping a few more drops of cum in her.
“I gotta say, Sweetie,” the golden bunny panted. “You really need to… *whew* tell that to me again soon. I want to record that. It’s never gonna get old.”
“Thank you… mistress,” the witch tiredly responded. “But I hope you… understand the only reason I… was able to… do it… was because… she was vulnerable… in her sleep.”
They took a few minutes to rest and catch their breath before they continued their conversation.
“You’re that worried?”
“This is the Queen we’re talking about,” the bunny witch said. “Compared to her, I might as well be a birthday magician. She could have figured out by now that I used a dream spell on her. She could very well trace it back to me.”
“Uh-huh…”
“And even if she doesn’t, it’s not like we could do it a second time. She’ll be willing to sacrifice some hours of sleep to prevent it from happening again. We were lucky.”
“Then I guess our work is done,” the gold bunny said as she finally got up from bed to stretch. Her cock became flaccid before disappearing.
“So what was the point in this?” the witch asked.  “Are you planning to overthrow her, or bring her into your fold?”
She heard her mistress laugh at her assumption, feeling a little annoyed.
“What do I look like, a clichéd villain?”
“Says the ‘rogue’…”
“Look, I got no interest in ruling that place or anything like that. It’d be pretty boring keeping your butt planted on a giant chair, pointing fingers, making all the rules and all that. Hmm… the rule-making thing isn’t so bad. I rather have my butt sitting on ‘something else’.”
“Perhaps I can make a suggestion about that?” The witch lustfully suggested.
“We’ll see. Anyway, the ‘point’ is that tonight, we gave her the one thing she most likely wanted. The one thing she more than deserved…”
“Lots of bunny cum to bathe in?”
“Appreciation... She’s built like a goddess, and she sees that as a bad thing. So she thinks it’s a swell idea to hide herself in that stuffy garment. Now, I’m not expecting her to just strip down in front of the entire kingdom and do the same thing like in the dream we pulled her into; she is a Queen after all, but that would be pretty cool to see. I just want her to become more confident in herself; to take pride in a body other does would more than kill for.”
“She’ll never do it.”
“Oh, she will. Maybe not today or tomorrow, or even soon, but someday, she’ll pull her head out of her ass and maybe shake said ass once in a while. If there are those who think less of her after that, that’s their problem. But a good majority will stand behind her; to love and respect her all the more, one way or another. You get what I’m saying?”
The witch got up from her bed as well, to embrace her mistress and giving her a big wet kiss.
“I believe so, mistress…”
As she anticipated another romp as Bonny went for another egg, the witch imagined what was going on in the mind of the rogue.
She may not want to rule the land they live in, but her golden mistress just might be able to change it, starting with the Queen.