"F" the Queen:
Reluctance & Worship
It was easy to make him forget.
Lagonia’s regal blue bunny, Queen Nila, briefly interrogated the intruding guard from the other night. At first she had thought he was lying to save his own fur, but he literally couldn’t remember anything because what she did, to have knocked him out like that from that blast, jumbled his memory. He was able to recover, but it took a light spell to tap into his mind and make sure he forgot he even entered her room in the first place, much less saw her naked self
With the guard dealt with, the Queen sent him to his duties while she went about with hers. Everything was as normal as could be since. That nagging feeling was still fresh in her mind from last night, but it didn’t distract her. No one else knew about it, and she was going to keep it that way. Still, after what had transpired, she checked herself to make sure she was properly clothed and her sealing spell remained active.
As the sun set once more, she returned to her private quarters by herself. She opened the door to go through. But as she entered, it closed on its own a moment later, or so it seemed.
“I was expecting you to follow me tonight,” she said.
“Aw. You know me so well, your majesty.”
It turned out she wasn’t alone at all. She didn’t need to turn around to know who was behind her, as she sensed an invisibility spell fading from her follower/stalker.
The follower in question was March Schwarz-Enweiss, a young lop who retired early from the duties as the Easter Bunny; one of the few male EBs in recent history. March possessed a fuzzy white-furred body; his feet, hands, and ears were black as coal while the rest of his ivory-colored self had spots of black all over him. He could often be seen wearing nothing more than a grayish-blue pair of shorts and shoes; it didn’t seem to bother folks, although he sometimes wore a gray vest to follow the ‘shirts and shoes’ policy in certain public places like restaurants or high society get-togethers. He had limited magic, but was able to make the best of it, along with vast experience in exploration, which made him one of Nila’s top advisors. This meant almost anyone was to answer directly to people like him, so he could decide if the situation calls for the Queen’s help. It also meant he was able to get as close to her as possible, which sometimes becomes a problem.
That problem happened to be the fact that despite his innocent child-like demeanor and adult-like intelligence, he was a total pervert. 
While not a fully blatant one, he can often be rather inconspicuous in plain sight. He would sometimes try to use his magic to see a few citizens in their underwear (or without), or spy in the ladies sauna/spa whilst invisible. He tried to use the see-through spell against the sealing magic of the Queen’s royal cloths one time, just out of curiosity. She recognized his magic right away, but it was more an annoyance as he didn’t truly succeed at the time, so she was able to ignore it easily. 
That changed when he actually saw her without her spell, naked, for the first time; whether it was a complete accident or intentional was not even debatable as far as she was concerned. The end result left the spotted bunny in the infirmary for days, but with a wide grin on his face. If only he had remembered exactly where that took place...
Neither of them ever told the doctors (or anyone else, for that matter) the exact details of the cause of the incident, but since that day, he was far more loyal to the Queen than most bunnies within the castle ever hoped to be. The one problem in that regard was the Queen’s own mentality. For some reason, she saw her true figure as a fatal flaw that March might one day exploit in the form of blackmail, and so she had somehow left herself vulnerable to him during times when they were alone; by telling him to do what he wanted to keep his mouth shut. March never considered it, nor would he actually do it to someone of her incomparable stature. You could say he politely declined out of respect, saying just one look was enough; that he promised not to tell (Not that anyone might believe him since everyone has seen her clothes on, so to speak), but the Queen was too stubborn. Anyone else would have suffered tenfold without a thought of negotiation and yet, he was one of those ‘special cases’. He figured he might as well play along and take advantage. He wasn’t a disrespectful jerk about the situation. In fact, given his usual attitude when not on official business, he was quite playful about it.
As he saw the Queen near the bed, casting off her lower garbs, he stared at what pulled his undivided attention in the first place: without the sealing magic, her blue bunny bottom swelled to its true size. It was those child-bearing hips that made him so infatuated to her.
As expected by Nila, it didn’t take long for her aide to make his move. He was on his knees and his face was already nuzzling the Queen’s rear cheeks, trying to burrow in her crack. She felt herself blushing instantly as March’s hands were all over her, so embarrassed falling victim to this. This was worse than that guard who only touched her last night, but it was also different. She didn’t have the urge to strike at the shorter bunny, at least not yet. It was a hypocritical contradiction that drove her nuts.
“This is so good,” March said in bliss. “You have no idea how many women would be in your shoes.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” the Queen nervously retorted. “No one *grunt* would ever want such a repulsive body like mine.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” March replied sarcastically. He always hated it when she acts like this. “Who would ever want to have this body… and this big butt?”
He pinched one of the Queen’s rear cheeks, causing her to hiss.
“This big, tender butt…”
He then squeezed both cheeks, making her gasp.
“This big… jiggly… taut… cushiony-“
“Enough!” the Queen interrupted the shuddering bunny. “This is not helping at all.”
“*giggle*Then why not try to stop me?”
March knew he was crossing a line by taunting her, but he just couldn’t stop thinking about that royal rear. At this point, her majesty would immediately stop him then and there. But at times like this she would just stand and take it, struggling to keep her composure.
The black-spotted bunny just kept going. Still on his knees, his face was at the right height as the lovely crown jewel that was the blue one’s booty. He kissed each cheek, one to the other, praising it to no end. At one point, he tried to nibble at one of the cheeks, but it was a little difficult. Nila’s behind could jiggle, but it was well toned. Because of this, he needed to open wide to take in a bit of the Queen’s cheek. He only needed to close just a little. The Queen yelped again. March removed himself for a minute to see his ruler turn her hooded head to stare fiery daggers at him. 
Her yellow eyes displayed a look of malice and borderline rage that made her so intimidating. That piercing death glare would be enough to drive away any offender by now. March was no different, but this one of the parts he enjoyed in nights like these, as he believed she was cute when she was angry. Yet, this was no bluff; she was dead serious for various, obvious reasons. She could just end it now and kick his ass out of her quarters (literally). Her own pride was holding her back; she’d rather endure it than cast him out, feeling that she lost the battle.
March decided to move forward with his “game”. Spreading those firm, wide, butt pillows, he saw the Queen’s glistening pink slit below and the cute little pink hole above.
Nila knew what he was going for, but it never ceases to surprise her as the pervy advisor let go of one of her cheeks and used his index finger to slightly touch her anus. She yelped again. She was fortunate no one was patrolling in the hall this time. March prodded at the ring, not inserting his finger inside. Each time he pressed harder, he heard his superior gasp out. He heard her try to stifle said gasps, but was failing miserably. Her tail hole was, in his mind, one of the Queen’s hidden weak spots. For a much better, confused, reaction, he would press against a spot between both holes. It would usually annoy her because he was clearly missing on purpose. 
Nila was getting hot and bothered now, and her upper clothing was not helping in the least. She caused the remaining bits of her robe to disappear, including her tight corset and brooch. Without her headgear, her giant arrow-shaped ears were revealed. The cool night air was able to alleviate some of the heat.
March sensed the Queen’s magic and decided to perform the next phase. He pressed his thumbs on both sides of the anal ring and pulled just a little, right before giving it a loving kiss.
This was all too familiar for the Queen, who squeaked the loudest tonight and fell forward onto the bed. 
“D-damn it all, March!” she yelled. “That hole is filthy!”
“But you cleaned it up so well, your majesty.” March said, withdrawing for the response.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about, you bastard!”
“You’re spouting out such language from that hole, and you say this one is filthy?”
Indeed, the sly little bunny did know what she meant, but this was always the farthest he went in these nights. He was never sure if the Queen’s pussy was taken. He wished to know, but he was treading on crumbling thin ice already. He went to press his tongue to her tail hole. He moved in forward, his progress torturously slow, so the Queen could feel it all.
Nila let out a mix between a gasp and a groan from having her ring played with in such a disgraceful manner. It was the weirdest feeling. Did he do this before to some other poor doe? She felt disgusted just thinking about it.
It only got worse for her as March began stirring his tongue inside the woman’s back door. He kept hearing the Queen’s gasps.
“You’re… enjoying this *gasp* too much, aren’t you?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” March responded after withdrawing. “Your hole is so sensitive tonight. Not to mention delici-”
“Wha… I…. Shut up! Just shut up!” She struggled to say.
March let out a chuckle and dove back into the Queen’s tail hole, still stirring in with his saliva. It was his most favorite part of all; there was something about doing a naughty thing like this that got him all excited. He let go of the Queen’s tensing ass cheeks, letting his muzzle be smothered by them, leaving his nose just free enough to breathe through. He then wrapped his arms around her shaky legs to keep her still. His tongue started digging in deeper and more widely; he was becoming so lost in the out-hole that he started rolling his eyes up and groaning in joy from the earthly scent and taste. Clean as it was, it tended to give off a faint natural scent that was hard to explain. He was doing this much longer than the Queen wanted it to; too long. He gave his better a swift spanking or two, or three, causing the back hole to close tightly around his tongue.
That was the limit. After just a few more swats, March felt a hard kick to the chest, giving him distance from his embarrassed Queen. He got up while regaining the air literally kicked out of him. However, he saw her majesty still bent over the edge of the bed.
“You alright, your majesty?” he asked sincerely.
“Don’t give me that crap, March,” she rebuked. “We both know what you want.”
He understood as Nila slowly crawled up onto the bed on all fours. Her quivering butt was in full view. 
“Easy, your majesty. Don’t push yourself.” March said in a concerned manner. “We can stop here.”
“No we can’t. This is what you want, right? What you always want? To… ‘use’ my ass so badly? Now stop pretending to be a bloody white knight and do it before I change my mind!”
Although he sympathized for her well-being, he lightly smiled at how easy this was. If any less respectful person were to see this, they could easily make her dance like a puppet every single day. They could blackmail her to no end, making her do things far worse than what he did. March could only take it so far. He had enough of his own pride to spare the Queen some dignity. Still, who was he to refuse the Queen’s command?
He took off his gray shorts to reveal his hardened pink flesh carrot. Being the pervert that he was, he can be easily aroused at times. Some of the does would be impressed by this if he were to flaunt it, while others… not so much. To save face, he learned the sealing spell to hide his hard-on, as per a heavy suggestion from the Queen to keep his own pride in check. 
Now free from the restraint, he climbed up the bed to carefully position himself and mount the Queen.
“You did ask for this, your majesty.”
“Just… get it over with.” The Queen said with a sigh.
March decided to help his reluctantly submissive Queen by creating a barrier within the room, making it soundproof in case they couldn’t keep quiet. After grabbing as much of her hips as he could, he slowly plunged in, feeling the Queen’s tight back entrance wrapping around his length. It was difficult to keep his voice down from the glorious feeling, just as much as the Queen keeping her voice down from the just as awkward feeling. Her resisting ring was heavenly for the spotted bunny. He wanted to cum so bad from the insertion itself, but needed this to last. Being a nice guy, he wanted to at least make sure her royal highness enjoyed it as well.
Nila only let out a wince, feeling a quick sting of the anal insertion as it hilted at the base. March’s cock wasn’t really huge, but it was more than a good thick size to feel her widen a bit; not that she’d enjoy it, willingly anyway. This was completely humiliating for her to be taken in that hole. What was worse for her was that she was starting to enjoy it, if only a little. Curse this body, she thought.
March cooed slowly, controlling his drooling while exiting and reentering the clenching rabbit hole before him. Finally getting used to it, he started picking up the pace. He knew Nila needed to adjust, but he suspected his sudden pacing while she had yet to relax would add a bit of pleasure for them both.
The Queen was unable to quiet her moans. She could feel the blood rush to her face to blush again, thinking what March might be thinking. With nothing left to lose this night, she just stopped trying. In some way, this was at least a little better than the thought of doing this in public, just like in that dream. She would die of embarrassment if that happened for real. Another impact from March’s cock drew out yet another moan. How could someone as powerful as her actually be turned on to this?
The advisor wanted to hear more from the blue bunny and drove in grindingly. He loved her voice; it was music to his ears.
“Your ass is tighter than ever, your majesty! Oh man. I love this! You love this!”
“*Uhng*I do not! Now will you please… stop… ugh… spouting nonsense and *gasp* hurry up…”
March complied and maximized his humping at a quick pace. He then smacked his hand on one of the Queen’s rear cheeks again to have her close her ring around him. The resistance gave him even more pleasure to push for.
Nila was feeling some pleasure in this as well, much to her chagrin. In one last effort to maintain her dignity, she gritted her teeth, trying to quiet herself. However, the speedy anal attack made it difficult. Her cries were slipping right through her teeth. She felt March slowing down and pounding her hard. Moistening in sweat, his hips were slapping against hers, emitting such a lewd smacking sound despite their fur. Her large ears were burning all over from the sound.
“I’m gonna cum, your majesty! I’m gonna…”
Nila didn’t say a word this time. She just gritted her teeth more and closed her eyes, waiting for this to end. The next thing she felt was her ears being squeezed and tugged. The sudden pull of her ears triggered something within her loins. In an instant, she lost her nerve and screamed; her voice unable to break through the soundproofed barrier. She came, squirting her juices on their legs and the bed.
March soon followed a moment after. His last trick, tugging at the Queen’s giant ears, caused his Queen to reach her orgasm; he felt her tail hole closing even tighter around him. He didn’t pull them hard like a horse’s reins, but more like a slight pull as if waiting for a fish to bite. He pushed in with all his might, driving his cock home to the hilt again. He groaned aloud as his carrot spewed out globs of thick bunny cum. He felt himself twitching, trying to fill up the Queen’s bowels while her constricting anal muscle was trying to instinctively milk him. He continued to pull on her ears, only a steady tug while squeezing and massaging the arrow-like tips. The Queen’s tail hole was one thing, but a bunny’s ears were the ultimate weak point for almost all of bunnykind, if under circumstances. It was little wonder why she kept them under wraps.
After a good moment, both bunnies loosened their tensed bodies and fell forward on the bed, collapsed from exhaustion. Nila was lying on her boobs and stomach, leaving March to lie with his hips on top of her butt. His rod was still nestled inside her juicy buns like a hot dog. Catching their breath, it was finally over.
“Why do you do this, March?” Nila asked dejectedly.
“Do what?”
“This. You always do this.”
“Not always.” March responded as he kissed her majesty’s back a few times. “First of all, you insisted in me doing this. I was only doing what you said. Second, I just love this sexy royal ass of yours. I can’t get enough. And third, and most importantly… I care about you, your majesty. It may not look or sound like it, but I really do care.”
The bunny Queen let the words sink in. Despite everything that happened, she had accepted these words. This was no faux coaxing, no pretend flattery to calm her down. It was genuine. She remembered now why she kept March around in the first place; he knew just as much about the evolving outside world in his two years as the Easter Bunny as she did a century before her rule. Otherwise, she would have him locked up for being the pervert he is. He would not get away with stuff like this, they both knew it, but he was one of the few who would dissolve her doubts about the body that she had been trying to hide from the public. He may have the balls to take advantage of her at times, but it wasn’t like he wanted to. Because of this, he wasn’t controlling or manipulative of her; at least not completely. And to make up for it, he did his job.
“Tell me, your majesty,” March said while stroking Nila’s ears. “You keep complaining about how bad you look. Why not just ‘magic’ it away?”
“W… What?” Nila was surprised by this. March had lusted for her as much as he ‘cared’, and this suggestion was the last thing she expected him to say.
“I mean, you are a very exceptional bunny, inside and out. Your magic is second to no one. You could just shrink your ‘assets’ and be done with it.”
“I don’t know. I… told you. It’s complicated.”
There was an eerie silence. March had a point; if she was up for it, she could just ‘fix’ herself right now. The same pride that prevented her from practically killing the white and black bunny was preventing her from doing this deed. She couldn’t find a concrete reason, but now, one reason came to mind.
March decided to break the silence and get her to spill.
“OK. So, tell me what’s been puzzling you lately…”
Nila proceeded to tell her perverted advisor about the dream she had: the one involving her subjects, her indecent exposure, what they did, and the golden bunny, what she said, and her nickname. The story definitely aroused the black spotted lagomorph again. The Queen felt it, but they both knew March would not repeat his actions a second time tonight; crossing that line once was enough.
“I see. Well from what I heard, she was some Easter Bunny who had ‘exposed’ herself to the humans some time ago; I guess the same as your dream. Only intentionally… and often...”
“Yes, yes. Go on.” She told him in an annoyed tone.
“Anyway, she lost her license for that, but she just went on with her mischief. The Council has tried to put a stop to it for a while, but she’s said to be pretty tough; tougher than maybe the strongest magic users. Not that I’m saying she’s tougher than you, I mean--”
“I get it!”
Nila calmed down and pondered what March told her. She then remembered the golden bunny’s words.
“The ‘Rogue Easter Bunny’. That’s me...  I’ll be waiting…”
“The ‘Rouge Easter Bunny’… I have only heard rumors about her, but not much else. Why was I not informed of this?”
“I think that’s obvious, right? The last thing the Council wants is one as sophisticated and great as you to waste your ears or powers on such an ‘insignificant’ matter, at least not directly.”
More silence followed.
“I believe that’s it?”
“Yes. Please leave.”
March got off the Queen before putting on his shorts. Bowing and giving her a playful kiss on the back of her head, he headed out the door to leave her room. 
He cares huh? She thought, not looking at him. He has a funny way of showing it.
 “Wait!” She interrupted his exit as she sat up.
“Something wrong?” March asked turning around to face the queen.
“First of all, I’ll be putting you on ice for this first thing tomorrow.”
“Very well then, oh ‘Ice Queen’.” March said with a smile. This wasn’t a joke. One time, she froze him in ice for half of the day; he was lucky he didn’t die of hypothermia from it. This wasn’t the first time he was punished, and it wouldn’t be the last, but it’s all worth it if he continued to love the royal arse. 
“Anything else?”
“Yes. When you head to the Council Hall, tell them…”
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. March, but I don’t think her majesty would want to sully her hands on this miscreant. The Rogue Bunny is a real problem, sure, but not enough of one that requires her attention.”
“Oh… okay then. I’ll just tell the great Queen, the one with more power in her tail than all of you put together, know that the Council has just flat out refused to help her. Oh I’m sure she’s willing to accept that.”
The Easter Council was perhaps the most influential force in the kingdom, but absolutely paled in comparison to the Easter Queen, who outlived each generation since she had taken the throne. As powerful as she was, though, she was not quite omniscient. She was somehow unaware of the Rogue’s antics until the dream incident, something the Council does not know about. Most likely, she may have heard faint and exaggerated rumors. They had hoped it would stay that way to avoid the fact one single bunny was defying them which, by extension, would mean she was defying the Queen. Now that the very being they have been hunting down for quite some time had completely gained the Queen’s attention, however, the Council would be downright stupid to say no. The member of the group March was speaking to gulped in fear.
“W-w-what does her majesty want… exactly?”
“Any and all academic records and incidental reports about this… ‘Bonny’? Is that what her name is?”
“Yes, Mr. March. We’ll get to it posthaste.”  
“Right then, and see if you can increase pursuits and try to catch this so-called ‘Rogue’ as well. Oh, and one last thing...”
“Um… Yes?”
“The moment you do capture her, bring her straight to the castle. In fact, have them use magic teleportation, so she’s kept out of sight from the public. Her majesty wishes to deal with her personally and… secretly.”
“Secretly, sir?”
“Yeah. Don’t ask me why. I’m just the messenger.”
March remembered the dream the Queen told him, as well as the rumors about the Rogue from his fellow bunnies. This ‘Bonny’ person was said to have a way of ‘convincing’ people, in such a way that brings them into her fold. March knew the Queen would not be taken in so easily, but was that what the Rogue bunny wanted from her?
Maybe he could try to find this bunny himself one day. If the rumors were true, she might be as fun to him as the Queen was. He had hoped she would have a fascinating rump as well if that particular rumor was true.
His imagination went wild on what would happen if the two were to come face to face. If the way the Queen was acting was any indication, it might happen sooner than they thought.