A Queen's Cushion
#9 of Fantasy Stuff
None of the shiny sun-splashed decorum in the throne room could quite grab as much attention as Queen Rojova herself. The vixen was middle aged, though her ability to charm the male eye had only expanded. Thin, silver-fringed cloth dangerously close to being transparent, wrapped around the curves of a short but thick body. Her garb left a peek of wide hips and vast cleavage pressed between large and heavy breasts. The pudge of one of her thighs was hugged by a golden chain, shining against the rich orange fur.
Though she looked troubled as she considered the piece of parchment in her hands. She was the only figure standing still among the attendants running around the room preparing it for the day ahead and coming parade of visitors, complaints and diplomats she would have to deal with.
"Mother- everything alright?"
She looked up at the source of the question. It was her eldest son, a mirror image of her only younger, taller and slighter of build. His armor and clothing were impeccable as ever, with the only thing out of place being the look of concern on his face. He was nothing if not eager about following his father's footsteps as a royal swordsman and then future ruler.
The Queen looked up at him and smiled. He was very eager to learn indeed, but he did not yet know about every duty that his father performed. The Queen's golden nails clutched at the scroll as she rolled it up.
"Your father had an accident on his hunting trip. He's not in danger, but he's going to stay up at the lodge for a bit to recuperate,"
Shaking her head, she looked out one of the nearby windows to the courtyard below.
"I've told him about drinking too much before a hunt,"
He stepped close to his mother and placed a hand on her shoulder for comfort, "Ah. He's a tough old fox. I'm sure it won't be long before he's back on his feet,"
"True,"
She turned and looked up at him, her chin about level with his chest. Though with her presence she always seemed much bigger. She reached up and adjusted the collar of his shirt, running it through her fingers.
"Well, you're old enough now. Looks like you're going to have to fill in for your father today,"
He blinked, "Oh! Uh..of course. I'm ready. What do I need to do?"
She merely gestured to a group of attendants and gave the order: "Prepare him,"
A privacy screen was set up around the throne and Rojova watched as her son followed a pair of attendants behind it. They were normally hesitant to even make eye contact, but now the sound of rustling fabric could be heard as his garments were tossed over the screen. He himself was still stunned, chewing on a frozen question as he was stripped naked. He was then prodded to sit down in the throne.
Flopping down on the seat, he covered himself with his hands while waiting to see what would come next. On either side of him, two attendants took hold of his ankles and brought them up to his head folding the skinny fox in half. He was maneuvered onto his back and then tied by the ankles to either arm rest of the throne with wide leather straps. His arms were parted and secured near the front in the same manner, leaving him completely restrained and fitting into the throne much like a furry orange seat cushion. Craning his head down, he could see his exposed sheath and felt his balls flop over the front edge of the throne to dangle in the open air.
Before him, the attendants parted for the Queen as she looked down at her shocked son. Heat flushed into his cheeks under their gazes
"All this diplomatic to-do gets rather dull you see. So I like to have a little something to entertain myself. Makes the day pass all that much faster,"
She tilted her head as she looked down at him in nothing but his natural fur. From a vial she poured a warm and sticky fluid onto his sheath. He clutched his toes as the warmth soaked in, seeming to flow into his sheath and tickle at him as well as his balls. A stiffness grew from it and then his cock and knot emerged, shooting straight up as if from its own free will.
He stood in his full erect glory in front of everyone, yet the Queen only pursed her lips.
"Hm..Your father is much girthier than you are. I'm not sure I'll even be able to feel this skinny little thing,"
His ears pinned and he bit his lip as she pinched the end of his cock and tugged on it, stretching his shaft before releasing it. His cock wagged a bit with the motion while the attendants behind the Queen had to physically hold their laughter in with their hands.
"But it'll have to suffice,"
She turned around and suddenly the heights of the throne room were eclipsed by a set of huge, round ass cheeks. They sagged heavily under their own weight as they grew to the fox's widened eyes. Their warmth and weight loomed closer until he disappeared beneath the fuzzy cheeks. At the same time, she took hold of his cock and held it in place. He could feel the grip on his shaft, and then a much greater pressure against his head.
Tighter than he imagined any mortal pussy to be, to the verge of being painful. A tight wet grip traveled down his cock steadily and he clenched his teeth as she bore down on him.
Ah! H-how did I ever escape from that?!?
Giggling at the muffled sounds coming from beneath her, the Queen settled into her seat as the privacy screen was taken away and the workers finished their morning cleaning. All was in place and prepared for business as usual in the throne room. She leaned back into the throne, taking his knot easily with a slick wet pop. She sighed with contentment. Her broad ass now completely concealed her son as she held his cock and knot securely inside her, basking it in her inner warmth.
Only the tip of his muzzle protruded from between her ass cheeks and she could feel his breath under the base of her tail. He was completely immobilized beneath her royal ass. The only movement she allowed him was the occasional twitching of his cock. She shifted her lower leg, using the back of her calf to snugly press his dangling balls against the throne.
Spending the day under a giant ass put him in a trance. It seemed to flatten him as well as his thoughts out into a mere seat cushion. Nobody paid any mind to him- not that they cold have noticed in the first place. He was pressed into this role, left flat and smelling of his mother's perfumed ass at the end of the day.
The coming and going in the throne room ended, somewhat snapping him out of the daze he had been under. Left in the sudden quiet, he felt his mother clench at his knot which had been kept rock hard throughout the day with the magic concoction used to lubricate him in the first place.
"You've carried out your father's duties quite well," The Queen told him, "Perhaps you deserve a reward for your admirable performance,"
He felt her reach down and take hold of his nuts in her hand. With a thumb, she began to massage them while at the same time she started flexing her pussy and massaging intense waves of heat into his cock. Her cheeks jiggled against his own cheeks while she worked her magic at an increasing pace. His paws clenched, grasping at the Queen's elbows.
There was nowhere for him to go, but his cock twitched and writhed as he climaxed. The Queen squeezed a series of warm streams out of her son's balls and drawing a muted sound of ecstasy that vibrated her ass cheeks. She rose with a gushing of built up fluid and turned to find her seat cushion soaked. He blinked, casting about once reintroduced to fresh air.
She leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of his muzzle before walking out of the throne room. The housekeepers would be along in the morning to clean him up and prepare him for another day of filling in for his father. Though maybe once that happened, she would have a new dining room seat cushion as well...