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Frederick Coyne stretched as he woke that morning, and paused. Something was not right. This was not his bed, the black cat normally slept in a simple bed barely wide enough for him. But this was a massive four-poster with ornate curtains. And what was more, he was not alone in it.

Cautiously, he turned to face the source of the breathing sounds he’d heard next to him. He was greeted by the sight of a familiar white fox. The Queen! Nakhta! Panicked, he leapt back through the bed’s curtains.

This couldn’t be possible, he would never defile his queen in such a way. This had to be some sort of plot, a sinister plot by one of her enemies in order to discredit her. He tried to remember what had happened the previous night. Could it have been drugged wine? Perhaps a sorcerer enchanted them?

Frederick looked around the room for possible clues as to the cause of their predicament. But no, it all looked like Queen Nakhta’s normal chambers. Except… His gaze settled on the portrait of Queen Nakhta that hung over the fireplace.

Normally the painting depicted Nakhta alone, wearing her crown and carrying her scepter. Now, she had a companion, a black cat that Frederick recognized from every time he’d happened to glance in a mirror. It was him, standing at Nakhta’s side, but dressed in such a manner he would never even consider.

The black cat in the portrait wore a brilliant purple dress and a corset emphasizing his, no, her breasts and a crown similar to, but far smaller than, Nakhta’s own. Freddie’s gaze strayed back to Nakhta, and he noticed that she looked different as well. Instead of one of her collection of dresses, her majesty was dressed in a rather more masculine doublet and fur cape.

A soft knocking at the door caught his attention. Carefully, Frederick inched the door open a crack and peered through. On the other side was one of the servants, “your highness?” she asked. “Is his majesty awake?”

Frederick tried to parse the servant’s words. Did she think that he was the queen? Maybe, but she also referred to “his majesty” as a separate person. Was this servant in on the plot? He looked back at the portrait, with both of them, and it dawned on him.

He decided that the best course of action would be to play along for now. “No,” he said in a high-pitched whisper. “He is still asleep, don’t disturb us.”

“Of course milady,” the servant backed away.

Frederick shut the door again and breathed a sigh of relief, that had been a close one. He heard a rustling sound from the direction of the bed, followed by a familiar snarl. “Who is it?” Nakhta inquired. “Who has intruded on my chambers?”

He carefully approached the curtained bed, trying to reply without alerting anyone outside. “It’s just me, your majesty, your spymaster.”

“Frederick?” Nakhta asked, poking her head out but keeping the curtains bunched up around herself. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I’m afraid I have bad news,” he whispered. “If you would focus your attention on your portrait.”

The vixen glanced over at the painting, then turned abruptly back to Frederick. “Is this some kind of sick joke?” she demanded.

“That would be my guess,” Frederick responded carefully. “And at least one of the servants is in on it, but the portrait isn’t the worst part.”

“What?” Nakhta glared at him. “What could make this indignity worse?”

The black cat chose his next words very carefully. “They seem to think you’re a, uh, well, a…”

“Spit it out already!” Nakhta ordered.

“A king, not a queen.”

The queen’s ears twitched in agitation as she took in the information her spymaster had presented her. “How could this be possible?”

“I don’t know,” Frederick sighed. “It may take a rather long time to ascertain what happened too.”

Nakhta continued to glower, even as her ears twitched back and forth in thought. “I don’t recall anyone who could possibly gain from this situation. How can we ascertain their identity?”

Before Frederick could answer somebody knocked on the door again. Nakhta ducked back behind the curtains while the cat cracked open the door. Pitching his voice up as high as he could manage he inquired “who is it?”

“Your highness,” the same servant answered. “Is his majesty awake yet? The ambassador’s ship has been spotted and will be here by noon.”

“The ambassador!” Nakhta shouted. She cleared her throat a couple times and attempted to deepen her voice before continuing. “Of course, I will be ready within the hour,” she rasped out.

“As you command King Nakhtar,” the servant replied. “Will you two require assistance getting dressed today?”

“No!” Nakhta retorted, her voice slipping momentarily back to its regular pitch. “No, we can dress each other quite adequately.”

“As you wish,” the servant turned and walked away. Frederick watched her until she had rounded a corner before finally shutting the door and latching it tight.

“Okay,” Freddie sighed once the door was locked. “Now we need to figure out what we’re going to do next.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” A rustling followed by the clacking of claws against the flagstones told him that Nakhta had left the bed. He did not dare to turn around lest he view his queen in her smallclothes. “We get dressed.” The wardrobe opened with a squeaking of hinges.

The cat continued to stare directly at the door, though his ears rotated to follow the queen as she shuffled through the wardrobe. “I don’t know if I’d be able to fit into the, uh, dresses.”

Nakhta let out a dismissive *chuff*, “oh please,” she dismisses with a whoosh of fabric. “If this assortment can fit me I’m sure your female counterpart’s clothing will fit you just as well.”

Frederick cautiously turned around, hoping not to see anything inappropriate. To his relief, Nakhta already had on a purple tunic with gold filigree, and a pair of green leggings. Unfortunately, her chest still protruded out slightly.

“Uh,” he tried to think of how to explain in the most inoffensive manner possible. “Your, er, uh,” he gestured vaguely in front of his own chest.

She glanced down. “Oh, yes, that might be a problem.” Nakhta turned back to the wardrobe and pulled out a wide silk scarf. “Get over here and help me put this on.”

The black cat blanched at the suggestion, “your majesty, I couldn’t possibly…”

“Oh come off of it,” Nakhta reprimanded. “I know you’re not going to do anything without my explicit command. You’re the only one I can trust to help dress me and there’s no way that you will be able to fit into your own regal attire without assistance.” She pulled out a corset that prompted a wince of pain from Frederick as he realized that he would have to wear it. “And besides, we’re supposed to be married, remember?”

Frederick nodded reluctantly. He slowly walked up behind his queen and pulled the scarf tight around her chest. As he tied it behind her she still had a slight bulge to her breasts but under her doublet it was barely noticeable. With that task done he turned around and let Nakhta slide the corset over his torso.

As she laced the corset around his ribs he let out a subdued “oof” of pain from the compression. Then Nakhta stuffed a pair of wadded up socks down the front of the corset, making a clumsy pair of cloth breasts. “Now then,” the queen pulled out a bright blue dress. “Which one would look best on you?”

She held up a series of different dresses to Frederick’s shoulders, comparing each one’s color to his fur. “No, no, these will not do, ah yes, this could work.” The cat looked down at the dress she was holding up, a yellow that contrasted effectively with his black fur, but there was one glaring issue he noticed.

“Your majesty,” he practically whispered. “The color looks nice, but…”

“What about it?” Nakhta retorted.

“It would show my cleavage,” Frederick explained.

“What?” the queen inquired. “Oh fine, I suppose your fake breasts would be suspicious if exposed to that degree. Take the blue one then, it should keep them covered.”

“Very good your highness,” he began to don the first dress Nakhta had picked up. As he tried to fit his constrained limbs into the garment Frederick thought of something else they’d need to address. “How would you like me to address you in front of the others,” he inquired. “After all it seems like we’re supposed to be… married.”

Nakhta stared at him like he had said something insane. She looked back at the portrait of their gender-flipped counterparts, so close together, with Freddie’s female version wearing her own crown. After another minute of glowering she turned back to the cat, “very well. You may call me “sire,” or “your husband,” or “his majesty,” but only while we’re playing this role. Remember that it is nothing more than an act until we can find a way to rectify this situation.”

“Of course sire,” Frederick responded. He finished pulling the dress on. “Do you think we’re ready to address the public?”

—

Several hours later the royal “couple” finally found an opportunity to retire to their chambers after dinner. Frederick gasped in relief as he started to undo his corset.

“Well,” Nakhta commented, seating herself on the edge of the bed. “That was more of an ordeal than I was expecting. Though I admit it was a bit of a relief to not be constantly second-guessed by everyone when I give my commands.”

“It is a difficult role to assume,” Frederick agreed, tugging the socks they’d stuffed down the front of his corset free. Had it been his imagination? Or had they been growing tighter as the day went on?

“Yes,” Nakhta said as she untied the scarf binding her breasts. “But I barely had to cajole or threaten anyone. It was like when my father ruled.” She cast aside the scarf and rubbed her breasts soothingly. “Ugh, that thing crushed me, I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”

Frederick found himself strangely compelled to glance downwards. His eyes widened and his ears perked up in alarm as he saw why his chest had grown so tight. Self-consciously he held an arm over his slightly swollen breasts, he didn’t dare yet to peek under his skirt.

A knock on the door pulled his attention away from the mysterious change to his anatomy. Nakhta also turned to the source of the noise, her ears drooping as she saw the door start to crack open.

“Quick,” she hissed, grabbing Frederick by the arm. “Into the bed,” the two practically leapt into the four-poster together. Scrambling to shut the curtains before they were spotted in their state of undress. As the visitor entered they laid together, Nakhta behind Freddie, the cat holding the blankets up to his chest.

“Your highness,” the visitor inquired. “Will you be requiring our services again this night? A nightcap, empty the chamber pot?” They paused for a few moments. “Laundering the day’s clothes?”

“Laundry will suffice for now,” Nakhta answered in the deep voice she’d affected for her role as King Nakhtar.

“Of course,” there was a brief shuffling of fabric. “Would you like us to take the articles you are currently wearing as well? Since you won’t be needing them again this evening?”

Nakhta swiftly stripped off her leggings and threw them through the curtains. She nudged Frederick in the back, reminding him that he was still wearing the dress. With some reluctance, he carefully inched the dress down over his narrow hips. He got free of the garment and slowly slid it out under the curtains. As soon as he dropped it, Nakhta pulled him back into her embrace. “Remember,” she whispered. “Our outlines are visible.”

After what seemed like an eternity the servant left with their gathered clothes. Nakhta began to lean up, laying a hand on Frederick’s chest for support, then paused. “Frederick,” she inquired. “Are you somehow stealing my bosom?”

“What?” Freddie replied incredulously at the suggestion. “How could…” but she did mention that her breasts had seemed squeezed. And what was that poking him in the back now? “Your highness,” he asked carefully. “Are you wearing a dagger?”

“No,” she replied. “Why? Do you think I should be wearing one now?”

“That might be a good idea,” Frederick suggested. “But if you aren’t, what is sticking me in the back?”

Nakhta reached a hand between the two of them, carefully feeling down his back for the source of his discomfort. When she reached the site of the protrusion he felt her draw in a sharp breath. “That should not be there!”

With growing apprehension, Frederick brought a hand to his crotch. He found that his virile member had shrunk to a small nub, still flexible but only a couple inches long. And in his deflated sac his probing fingers found a pair of folds, and a gap between them that seemed to go deeper inside… her.

A muted *gasp* escaped Freddie’s lips as she realized what she’d discovered. And if that was on her groin, what could be growing on the queen, or king’s?

“By your reaction,” Nakhta suggested, or was she Nakhtar now? “You have found something similar to what I discovered.”

“That would be a fair guess,” Fredericka replied. “Perhaps our bodies are changing to fit the roles we’re meant to play in this world?”

“Well we can’t have that, now can we?” Nakhta growled. “Whoever is responsible for this situation will be drawn and quartered! Once I learn who they are.”

“Of course my queen,” the cat said reflexively. Only to feel a slender arm wrap around her throat and squeeze.

“You would like that wouldn’t you!” the fox snarled. “You knew I would never let a king share power with me so you found a way to become my queen!”

“No,” Freddie gasped out. “I had nothing to do with this. Please, believe me…”

Nakhta’s grip abruptly slackened and he backed away from her, making sounds of disgust. “You pervert.”

Fredericka glanced over her shoulder and saw the white fox lying on his side, facing away from her. “Your highness,” she squeaked out. “I swear to you, I’ll make this right.”

“Go to sleep spymaster,” Nakhtar retorted in a low tone. “We have another long day ahead of us.”

“Of course,” the black cat inched towards the edge of the bed away from the fox. Only then did she notice a strange dampness between her thighs.

—

When they woke that morning, Fredericka found king Nakhtar examining his body in a mirror. His breasts had flattened with small nipples over thick pectorals. The cat threw back the covers and found a pair of orange-sized breasts dangling off of her own chest, and no sign of her former manhood.

The fox turned to face Fredericka, “so, it would seem that we’ve both completed our transformations.” He pointed a finger at her chest. “I think you should have no trouble wearing that dress now.”

The black cat self-consciously pulled the covers back up to cover her chest. “I would suppose not, your highness.”

“Of course not,” king Nakhtar strode over towards the wardrobe and selected another doublet and leggings similar to the ones he’d worn the previous day. After donning them he tossed the open-topped dress Freddie had rejected earlier onto the bed with a full set of underclothes. “I think that today you should focus on researching the cause of our change of fortunes, I can handle the court functions myself.”

“Agreed your highness.” Freddie started to try to awkwardly put on the underclothes from behind the sheets, but gave it up after a few moments, realizing that there truly was nothing that her king hadn’t seen before. In truth, she did want to research the cause of their changes, especially given how the entire world seemed to have changed without their noticing. But she also had no idea where to start.

Now that she thought about it, how did she know that the world had changed after all? Perhaps they’d fallen into another world where their genders were switched around and their relationship was consequently very different? Maybe their memories of being Queen Nakhta and Spymaster Frederick instead of King Naktar and Queen Fredericka were nothing but delusions, and reality was reasserting itself over them?

What was real, what was not? How could she tell where they’d actually started? Fredericka pondered the situation as they went to breakfast and ate. As she sat down her eye happened upon one of the portraits of past de Renauds and had an idea. Perhaps it would be best to look into his majesty’s genealogy to start with?

—

A quick read of recent history showed that the change in gender was not limited to the two of them. King Nakhtar’s parents were the same as before, but his siblings…

According to the royal birth records, Nakhtar had three older sisters: Absarra, Bilba, and Berehna; and a single brother, Vilgem. Like in the world where Nakhta was queen, Vilgem and Bilba had perished in a shipwreck with their parents, however she couldn’t find any references to her other sisters’ deaths. Could it be possible that they were still alive, and plotting against her?

The black cat set aside the record books and raced towards the throne room. As she ran, she accidentally trod on the hem of her skirt, and fell flat on her face.

As if to make her humiliation even worse, a pair of palace servants rushed over to help her up. “Your highness!” they exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

Fredericka started to lift herself off the floor before the servants reached down to grab her by the arms. “I’m okay,” she objected, waving away their hands. “I just got a little overexcited and tripped.” Carefully she stood back up, despite the difficulty posed by her elaborate dress, then daintily lifted the hem of her skirt and continued running.

King Nakhtar was engrossed in reading a scroll when she arrived. “Your majesty,” she said, adding “my love” for the sake of appearances.

The fox king looked up from the scroll, “yes, my most loyal queen,” he said with a sultry tone.

Fredericka leaned in towards his ear and whispered, “I was reviewing your family’s records and I noticed that your sisters…”

“Yes,” Nakhtar replied, turning the scroll he’d been reading towards her. In a conversational tone he explained “Absarra and the Duke of Lupeshold are expecting their third cub.” He then whispered, “what do you know of the others?”

“Bilba and Vilgem perished with your parents,” Fredericka explained. “I don’t know about Berehna.”

“Strange that the twins had the same names,” the king considered. “Perhaps our parents gave them opposite names compared to the previous world.”

The black cat contemplated his last words. “You think this is another world then?”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense,” Nakhtar explained. “Everyone else seems to remember us as king and queen, rather than queen and spymaster.” He shifted his seat on the throne uncomfortably. “And our bodies have adjusted to the reality as presented.”

“But how could we have arrived here?” Fredericka objected. “And how can we get back?”

“I still don’t know,” the fox king mused. He leaned back on his throne, tension visibly leaving his shoulders. “But I’m glad that at least some of my family is alive in this world but I am still wearing the crown.” His ears flicked as something occurred to him. “Unless…”

“What, your majesty?” Freddie tensed.

“Absarra is female in this world, so by the laws of succession I supersede her as a man.” Nakhtar pulled his queen closer. “But that doesn’t mean she and this duke she’s married won’t try to claim the throne from me. Especially as she’s borne cubs and I lack an heir as of yet.”

“Oh,” Fredericka tensed. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, your majesty?”

“If we can’t find a way back,” the king explained. “We will eventually need to produce an heir to safeguard our hold over the throne.” He shifted his legs to the side, hiding his crotch from any onlookers. “I had been meaning to obtain one back home, but…”

“You were more interested in women,” Fredericka replied, recalling their childhood and teen years. They’d been regular playmates as children, the surplus princess and the banker’s son, acting out her ideas for a spy network that would span the kingdom. But even as they grew into maturity Nakhta hadn’t expressed any attraction to her playmate, if anything she’d been more interested in the fairer sex than he was.

“Well,” Nakhtar replied. “That’s less of an issue now, isn’t it?” He stared Freddie straight in the eyes. “But what about you?”

“I…” Fredericka stammered, unsure of what she could possibly say to that. She had possessed female organs for less than a day at this point, was she really being asked to use them to produce a cub already?

“Relax Freddie,” the king said, stroking her chin possessively. “I won’t make you do anything just yet. Only if we can’t find a way back home.”

“And when will you determine that is?” Freddie inquired anxiously.

King Nakhtar paused, considering the question carefully. “I honestly don’t know.”

—

Fredericka tried to inquire about Nakhtar’s other siblings, but she kept getting distracted considering the prospect that the king had suggested. Could she go through with it? Bearing a child? Even if it was to safeguard the throne?

She hadn’t even dared to imagine the possibility when it would have been the other way around. A commoner, even a banker’s son, siring a prince? It was unthinkable.

But, what of the alternative, how could it have gone in this world? Kings and princes sowing their wild oats with common maidens was practically a stereotype for a reason. But the Nakhta she’d known wouldn’t be like that, would he?

No, Nakhtar, the surplus prince would have found a kindred spirit in the similarly overlooked banker’s daughter. They would have planned to build that spy network just to remain relevant in their families. He would have suggested that she take advantage of her sex to tempt men into giving up information, but she would have been horrified by that suggestion, being far too shy to be that forward.

Then, after years of slow maturation and gradually recruiting informants and agents, after the demise of Nakhtar’s parents and siblings, she would finally work up the courage to ask instead of merely listening to what others said. Did the young king find her attractive? Possibly have feelings for her?

Freddie stopped herself. Where had these shockingly detailed ideas come from? Were they fantasies, or memories? This world’s monarch had married his spymaster, after all, that couldn’t have been some spontaneous decision, there had to be a lengthy lead-up.

She could see it now, the fox admitting his attraction, trying not to sound smitten or possessing romantic feelings. Then later, claiming that her father had offered to put his substantial financial resources behind Nakhtar’s claim to the throne if they wed. And that there was no woman he trusted more than her.

Yes, that was how they had found themselves wed. How the king had justified taking a common-born queen. But she knew the truth of the king’s feelings for her. It was a slow romance, they’d only just been married recently. And on their wedding night they’d made such passionate intercourse, if they’d been married longer no doubt they’d have an heir already.

Fredericka felt a dampness between her legs again. She wondered about the sudden thoughts entering her head, visions of lovemaking that she had never experienced as a man. Those had to be memories from this world!

But how to verify such a supposition? Perhaps she would need to speak with her husband again tonight.

—

That night, Fredericka reclined in bed next to her king, trying to decide how to broach the subject with him. They laid facing away from each other as they had the previous uncertain night. Freddie considered her approach for many minutes, unable to sleep, trying to decide whether to even bother asking him.

Before she could make up her mind she heard a low whisper coming from behind her inquire “Frederick?”

Freddie turned to look over her shoulder. Nakhtar was still facing away from her but his ears were turned around towards her. “Yes,” Freddie answered. “Your majesty?”

“Have you wondered what our doubles’ lives might have been like in this world?” Nakhtar asked. “Before we arrived?”

Freddie perked up, could this be her opportunity? “I,” she tried to think of a way to explain what she’d felt earlier. “I have imagined the possibilities of how we might have turned out this way.” The cat took a deep breath before speaking again. “For instance, my father may have offered the kingdom a substantial dowry to take me off of his hands.”

“And I think,” the fox retorted. “That it would be more likely that I would have been the one to propose as you’d be the only woman I could trust after my brother’s and parents’ deaths. And came up with the dowry thing as an excuse.”

“I would have suspected as much,” Freddie replied. “But I wouldn’t have said it out loud.” She carefully considered her next words. “And you might be slightly more forward with your feelings as a man.”

“Do you mean towards women?” Nakhtar inquired. “Or commoners?”

“Both,” Freddie explained.

“Hmm, yes,” Nakhtar admitted. “There is a bit of a double standard for royalty isn’t there?”

“Yes,” Freddie replied in a much more subdued tone. “These thoughts, they seemed almost like…”

“Memories?” Nakhtar completed it for her.

“You think we might be taking our counterparts’ memories?” Freddie suggested.

“It could be,” the fox replied. “But how could we determine if they are true and not just some fantasy our brains have concocted?”

“Well,” Freddie started to say. “There was one experience our doubles would remember that would be impossible for ourselves to have.”

“And which might that be?”

“Uh,” Freddie mumbled, “er. Making love.”

Nakhtar rolled over, staring Freddie straight in the eyes. “You are quite daring all of a sudden.”

“You did bring up the possibility of bearing your heir earlier,” Freddie reminded him.

Nakhtar’s ears twitched as he recalled their earlier conversation. “Yes, we did, but I meant it as a sort of plan for later. Months if not years from now. You are aware of the risks, correct?”

Freddie imagined her belly swelling, kittens squirming under her skin. Forcing a loaf-sized cub out of her nether regions. But none of those visualizations came close to feeling as real as her vision of love-making had. “Just one time should be safe, I think?”

“Well,” the fox grabbed Freddie by the shoulder and spun her around so they faced each other. He bore a wicked smile as something poked her in the stomach. Freddie glanced down, right under the sheets she spotted a pink shaft jutting out of the white fur around it. “If you so insist.”

Nakhtar thrust a hand between Freddie’s legs, probing her slit and squeezing the front of her mound. “What?” the feline gasped. “Are you doing?”

“Helping you get more into the mood,” the former vixen explained. “I’m pretty certain I know how to please a woman. Though I must admit I’m new to the inverse, would you mind helping me out?”

Freddie reached down and carefully grasped the king’s scepter. She slid her hand up and down the shaft, feeling it grow steadily harder. Meanwhile Nakhtar’s finders probed ever deeper into her snatch, prompting a pleasant tingling that slowly filled her pelvis. Freddie tried to recall how she had pleasured himself when she had been a man. One time he had dared to visit a prostitute, she had started to lick his cock, only to back away when she felt his barbs. The king’s shaft, however, was smooth. Perhaps she could try to please him in that manner.

Freddie bent under the covers, her whiskers tickling the king’s shaft but she paused before trying to lick. His groin gave off a heady, musky scent. What would it taste like? She stuck her tongue out and lapped gently at the tip, tasting a salty fluid that dribbled out.

“Nice,” Nakhtar commented. “But maybe you could try longer strokes, or going a little lower?”

The cat extended her tongue a little further, wrapping around his shaft. The taste of salt overpowered whatever other flavors she might have feared to taste. Gaining confidence, Freddie curved Nakhtar’s cock into her mouth, closed her lips around it and began to suck on the virile member.

Nakhtar let out a soft moan of pleasure, his free hand grabbed the back of Freddie’s head, holding her against his groin. His other hand continued to probe in her slit, searching for something but the cat couldn’t say what. More sticky pre spurted out of his cock into her mouth.

“Freddie,” Nakhtar gasped. “I feel like I’m about to erupt. Get ready.”

She felt his cock swell with his seed, Freddie prepared to take it. But then she reconsidered, this wasn’t how she’d remembered their lovemaking. In those visions Nakhtar had spent his seed in her womanhood. But if he did that…

Fredericka released the king’s cock and pulled herself off of his hand. She climbed up his chest, prompting a shocked expression from the fox. “I know the risks,” she explained. “But I have to do it anyway.”

Nakhtar nodded, “then shall we?”

The cat laid one leg across the king’s torso, straddling him as she knelt on her knees over his erect and dribbling member. Slowly, she lowered her hips onto the member, there was a slightly awkward moment when it bounced off her mons pubis instead of sliding in, but Nakhtar reached down to help guide it without a word. She felt it entering her, wider and wetter than his fingers, and rode the slowly rising tide of pleasure that came up.

She sheathed him to the hilt, and sat there, unsure of what to do next, just feeling the sense of fullness he gave her. After a moment of sitting she thought she felt Nakhtar’s shaft begin to soften, and started to lift off.

The king grabbed Freddie by the arm and flung her to the mattress. “Not yet,” he hissed. “I’m not done here.” They rolled so she was on her back with him looming over her, kneeling between her legs with his cock still half-buried in her snatch. He lifted her ass in one hand and braced himself on one side of her torso. He thrust forward while pulling her back, once, twice, and a third time.

The force of his thrusts threw waves of pleasure far greater than the simple fullness of holding him in her. The contrast going in, and out, was so much better than either of the other by itself. Freddie gasped as her breath was forced out of her by the combination of the impacts and the pleasure they produced. “Oh,” she wheezed out. “Your maj-es-ty!”

Nakhtar tried to pull back, but something made his cock stick in Freddie’s snatch. She felt his hot, sticky, seed spurt out into her womb, attempting to plant itself. “It would seem that we’ve been tied together,” the king commented. “So,” he said as he set her down and slowly lowered himself on top of her. “Was that just as you remembered? Your highness?”

Freddie tried to recall the visions of their counterparts’ wedding night. “Yes,” she gasped through the fog of ecstasy. “And more!”

—

“...According to the latest reports from my agents in the convent,” Queen Fredericka read from the coded letter she’d received. “Princess Berehna has done nothing but eat, sleep, and pray for the past month since the last report. No signs of any schemes to overthrow the crown.”

“She was always the religious sort,” King Nakhtar nodded before taking a bite of his meal. Once he’d swallowed he turned back to his wife. “So enough about my sisters, how are you feeling today?”

Freddie glanced downwards at her swelling midsection. “The worst of the nausea seems to have passed,” she explained. “And I could have sworn that I felt movement as I was bathing this morning.”

The fox’s ears perked up in interest. “Movement?” he inquired. “Are you sure?”

“Not completely,” the feline conceded, rubbing her swollen stomach gently. “It might have just been a touch of gas.”

She felt something shift in her belly, poking her hand. “Wait,” she called out in excitement. “Was that a kick?”

Nakhtar leaned towards her and placed his hand under hers, Freddie felt the same movement towards the king’s touch. He gave a wicked smile, “it seems our heir has an aggressive spirit, good.”

“How do you know it’s a boy,” Freddie suggested. “My love.”

“Regardless of its sex,” Nakhtar replied, “the kingdom will be in good hands.” The king looked back up into his queen’s eyes and gently caressed her cheek. “Can you imagine that just a few months ago things were so different? Where would we be now if I was still a woman and you a man?”

Fredericka tried to remember what her life had been like before they’d suddenly found themselves in bed together, in a world where their sexes were reversed. She found those memories were already starting to fade, as if they were nothing but a dream and this world had been their home all along. “My love,” she said, giving her husband a nuzzle. “I have no regrets.”