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Maid's Sincerest Offering

"Why hasn't she noticed me yet?" Kezia asked himself as he finished adjusting his bow tie in the mirror. He was wearing his usual butler uniform, with a slick black jacket vest over top of a white frilly undershirt and a blue bow tie with a bell on it. His blue hair was a little wild so he ran his fingers through it off to the side, keeping it wild but properly directed to look a bit under control. "I've been doing my job for months and she hasn't so much as looked at me other than when she asked for a glass of wine."

Kezia had been a resident of Arrenthen for years, and had moved to the capitol city with the hopes and dreams of one day being a butler in Queen Talba's chambers. As a kitten, he'd always admired the Queen from afar, stunned by her majesty and size, but didn't realize until he'd matured that he found her quite attractive beyond just her power and status. One of the first things he had ever fantasized about when pleasuring himself was being snout-deep between her legs, and as time went on that desire only grew. When he was old enough to move out on his own, he immediately came to the capitol to be closer to her, where he would promptly apply for a job as a steward in the castle.

He was, of course, declined the first few times he applied, so he became a waiter in one of the local pubs. His feminine look and voice paired with his distinct lack of male genitals allowed him to keep up the charade of being female. Ladies were often tipped better and got a lot more attention, even if his chest was as flat as any boy's. Months passed with him applying for the position once a week, filling in his time and paying his bills by selling his body to bandits and vagrants that passed through.

All of that changed the day he was hired. While he was bending over to serve a group of rowdy bandits, hoping to entice the stallion of the group, the queen's Royal Protection Services came looking for him. Of course, with dozens of applications being met with indifference, his first thoughts of what this meant were certainly not positive, but he wanted to maintain good standings with the queen and the stallions that guarded her, so he happily finished serving the bandits before leaving with them.

They escorted him - still in frilly black and blue dress - to the castle where he was presented to the king and queen. The memory of his heart beating like a flutter bird was one he recollects nearly every morning when he sees the queen for the first time. To his delight, the queen was interviewing him for a position as a butler or maid in the castle.

As it turned out, some of the previous generation of castle workers had been moving on, and she needed to fill five or six positions immediately. One of them was her personal butler and attendant, which was what she was interested in utilizing his talents for. He aced that interview and was hired that night, scheduled to start training the following morning.

Unlike most jobs, the castle's staff had vastly unique rules, regulations, and policies. Whereas at the pub he worked, he got paid an hourly wage with tips on top, paid at the end of the five day week based on how many hours were worked. There were few benefits outside of the cheap or free food that was served during a shift and the free drinks patrons would offer him, but it was a good job overall. Nothing like the castle's policies, though.

While working in the queen's quarters, he was paid a weekly salary, and if he was sick one day or didn't work the days or hours required, he was simply required to make up for it the following week. He was given free food, free drink, freedom to do and roam wherever he wanted, was granted a special badge that gave him discounts in the market, and above all else was offered lodging to ensure he was never late or absent. The arrangement was set up to ensure he could be at call nearly any hour of any day, should the prime leaders (Queen Talba and King Vaulix) need his services.

One of the greatest benefits to living on-castle was that he was given a permanent residence on site that he didn't have to pay for. It was just one large room that he could populate with whatever he wanted, but it was so large it almost matched the size of his apartment! That one room had his bed, dresser, lodgings, book shelf, personal trinkets, and a trunk filled with all sorts of personal toys and pleasure devices.

Despite all that, the thing that made him happiest was the sense of family or camaraderie he gained from getting to know the other people employed alongside him. Two of the most prominent fellow servants he met were a chimera named Mikhail and a northern fox named Arnika. Each one had a personal room on either side of him, and he quickly learned they were romantically involved, or at least promiscuous with one another, since they often would share a bedroom most nights.

At least that's what he thought at first. As it turned out, they weren't romantically linked, just very affectionate to one another. That was of course fine since Kezia shared a similar mentality on sex and sensuality. He even got involved in their trysts on a few occasions! He was especially fond of Mikhail, since he was such a kindhearted soul. Arnika was also wonderful, but not quite as close to him as Mikhail was.

When he started working int he castle, he focused a lot more on looking presentable and respectable by wearing his slick jacket - the one he was wearing as he looked at himself in the mirror reflecting on his employment up to this point - instead of the frilly lace he usually wore. It was a little disappointing to not be what he felt to be his true self, but he did keep the bell on to maintain that bit of playfulness he was so well known for.

In his months working with the queen, he'd gradually gotten more and more bold with his behaviour, though. At first he was as stern and professional as he could be, replying with 'as you wish' or 'yes my liege/king/queen', doing as he was told without any talk back, or hesitation, but in time he found himself willing to make jokes, lift his tail to both king and queen, or casually flirt with the equine guards that were lining the great hall and patrolling the castle day and night. He felt at home, like he could get away with such behaviour, and he did. All the time.

Problem was, neither the king nor queen seemed to respond to his flirtation in the least. Talba would thank him, then dismiss him after grabbing her meal or wine from his tray. He would bow, thank her for her kindness, then leave with his tail up, hoping she'd give him a smack or at least a casual sidelong glance, but he got nothing. Every day he would try it in some way or another and was constantly trying to think up new ways for the object of his affections to notice him, but beyond the good service she seemed uninterested.

As a result, Kezia had focused more on the equine guards, flirting with them, offering to 'clean' their ornamental armor, polish their spears, and grind anything that needed to be taken care of in that manner. He was considerably more successful with the stallions than he was with the king or queen, and that was good enough for him at that time. Horse cock filling his pussy was something special, every time.

Days prior, Vaulix had went out on a trip east to the port city of Araliptian to deal with some conflict involving trade disputes, spice merchants, and tea swindlers, so Kezia had decided to go a step or two in the direction of the bold. He had been touching the queen's shoulder, caressing her cheek, and making it abundantly clear that he was flirting with her every time he brought her food or dusted off something in her room.

As he stared at himself in the mirror, reflecting on the months leading up to this boring, average day, he came to realize that it might be time to make this day special. His mind returned to something that Arnika had told him when he was drunk, confessing his desires and woes about not being noticed. She had said he needed to do something special, something unexpected but not something that would keep him from doing his job. As long as he obeyed the rules, he could do lots to make himself stand out without compromising his position. The castle had dozens of other felines serving food, cleaning, tidying, and helping in the kitchen, so he had to be special.

Once again, he adjusted his bow tie and plucked at his blue hair with his fingertips to keep it wild looking, but then he glanced over to his trunk of toys and back to the mirror. With a smirk, he slowly pulled the bell from around his neck, gently placing it on his dresser before untying the bow and did the same to it. One by one he undid the buttons on his vest, then shirt to take them off together, neatly hanging them over the side of the mirror.

Naked, he walked over to his toy box and opened up the rounded lid, revealing dozens of leather straps, dildos, plugs, and his maid outfit folded up nicely on top of it all. He grabbed it by the frilly shoulders and stepped into it, hopping left and right to have it slide up over his hips. When he slipped his arms into the sleeves, he remembered that he would need help doing the clasps up at the back, since it had a built in corset under the fluffy folds of fabric that made him look pretty.

This was the right way to get noticed, for sure. The black and light blue of the dress complimented the dark gray and dark blue of his fur and hair, with its layers of flat and frilly fabric ensuring the skirt's bottom half was spread out wide, giving full access to his panty-free nether region. Before he went farther, he grabbed his stockings and pulled them up high on his thighs, then stepped into his heels, twisting his ankle until he was comfortable.

When he returned to his desk with the mirror, he got a good look at himself in the frilly lace and skirt, and it made him purr as a toothy grin spread across his face. He put the bowtie and bell back around his neck, carefully adjusting them as he went to ensure maximum cuteness. He loved how tight and snug it was, to the point it actually made him a little moist, and he couldn't help but bring his paws up to his chest, folded as he hopped to one foot, squeaking in delight.

Though all that fulfilled him, he still had to get the back done up, so he poked his head out his door to glance down the hallway to see if anyone was around. It was still morning, so few guards were patrolling or looking around, and both Miki and Arnika would likely still be in bed since they were late-night workers, whereas Kezia was an all day type. He hobbled down the hall on his dainty heels to knock on Arnika's door.

"H-hey Arnika, are you up?" He asked, leaning in close and putting his ear on the door. He could hear shuffling about inside, followed by mumbling and quiet voices. A moment later, the door was pulled away from his cheek.

Arnika rubbed behind her ear and rubbed her eyes clean. "Hey there kitty. What can I do for yo-" She paused mid-sentence, once she had cleared the gunk from her eyes to see Kezia's uniform. "What are you wearing that for?"

Kezia squeaked at her, hopping once to turn his back to her. "I just need you to do this up for me, could you?" He winked at her over his shoulder, then saw that Mikhail was in her bed, slowly getting to his feet to stretch, dark fleshed cock hanging nearly down to his knees. The view made Kezia shudder a bit, but he kept focus on the dress.

"Yeah, sure." She agreed, grabbing the back of the maid's outfit and pulling it together. "What tightness level do you want? There are three options here."

"Loosest. I wanna look good, but I'm a bit more solid than the sizes would have you believe. Anything more is uncomfortable." His tail was swaying between them, the tip flicking and idly coiling around her upper leg. It was clear it was somewhat distracting, but Arnika knew Kezia well enough to not let it bother her too much.

She worked at the stretchy fabric one hook at a time until they were all connected, leaving Kezia's back straightened and his form solid. "There ya go. So again, what's all this about? Going back to the pub tonight?"

Kezia smiled and shook his head. "Nope, Vaulix is gone and I want to make an impression. Wish me luck!" With that, he leaned in to give the fox a gentle kiss on the cheek, then skipped down the hallway as he made his way to the throne room, where Queen Talba would be waiting for him.

Due to his gradually increasing boldness, he was happy and proud to show himself off in his sexy maid uniform. He burst into the throne room, head held high and bell chiming every hop and skip. However, to his disappointment, the queen was nowhere to be found. Normally she spent her mornings on the throne, reclined while maids and butlers fed her, shined her talons, and got her ready for the morning's tending to the commoners, where she would then grant requests and hear her people.

But she wasn't there. Curious, Kezia inched his way over to the nearest equine guard on the second floor balcony, tail up and fists balled up at his side to look as cute as he could, back tilted and pussy poking out from below the rim of the skirt's frilly black fabric. "Hey, where's the queen?"

The stallion looked down at him through the heavy metal armor. "Not sure. Should have been here an hour ago."

Another equine guard - a mare named Matilda - poked her head forward from behind one of the pillars. "I heard she was out on the town with the tavern keep Vasmeth. Might be late coming back. With Vaulix gone, she's gotta keep herself busy."

Kezia cocked his head to the side. "Any idea when she'll be back?" He stood straight up and stomped gently, disappointed nobody was commenting on his sexy maid outfit.

Every single royal equine guard chuckled before Matilda answered. "Oh Kezia, you know better than to ask what kind of schedule the Queen likes to keep. Might not be back until tomorrow. Best just go do some cleaning or...oh, anyone want some breakfast sandwiches? Sausage and Egg on a bun?"

"I'll take one!" The one nearest Kezia requested, then turned to Kezia. "Think you could take a quick rush back to the kitchen and ask Chef Kitnip to make up a platter of breakfast sandwiches?"

Kezia sighed and nodded. It was his job, after all. "Sure, but only because I love you." He said, rapping a knuckle on the equine's chest plate. He then turned and bent over the balcony railing to look down at all the others on first and second level. "Any specifics?"

The entire morning passed without any sign of Talba, so Kezia made a point to personally serve each and every one of the equine guards a breakfast of their choosing, each with golden roasted potatoes, orange or apple juice, and a breakfast sandwich with either veggies, bacon, ham, or sausage and egg. By the time everyone had been served, it was closer to brunch.

Then, as if motivated by clockwork, the moment the grand clock tower rang its gong, the massive red-wood twin doors to the front hall swung open to reveal a faintly hungover queen wearing a flimsy, tattered dress and what looked like a pirate hat. "Good morning everyone!" She shook herself free of the sticks and leaves that had accumulated in her fur and feathers, then walked tall down the grand hall towards her throne.

One thing that most didn't realize about Talba was how big she actually was. Kezia was average sized, about a meter and a half tall total. The equine guards were well over two meters each, and Talba stood a full head, neck, and shoulders above them. Kezia, when standing next to Talba, came only up to her hips, including his perked ears.

Either way, he was there near the throne for her when she returned. He shuffled up on his high heels and gave a gentle little curtsy. "My queen, it's a pleasure to have you ba-"

"Get me food, please." She requested as she came up the steps three at a time before sitting at her throne with a heavy rump. "Whatever I smell in the room. It smells good. Go get Kitnip to make me two."

"Yes my queen." Kezia confirmed as he left the hall, daintily wagging his hips with tail up so she could see under the skirt of his. He kept an eye out over his shoulder, and though he was expecting her to disregard him as she often did, she was actually staring at him, with her head cocked to the side and a grin on her beak. This made him swell with pride, so he continued as he was!

The trip to get food wasn't that long, since Kitnip already had all the ingredients out and ready due to the fact he was expecting more orders from the guards. As always, he put a little extra love into the queen's, by smothering it in a silky yellow cream that gave the whole meal a beautiful sheen. When he was done, he put the two sandwiches on a platter with a large amount of potatoes and some fine green leafy sprinkles of some sort. Very clearly more ornate than the ones done for the guards.

When the food was done, Kezia balanced the platter on his forearm, holding it with the other hand as he cradled a bottle of wine under his arm, a wine glass wedged between his fingers. It was all quite awkward in the first place, but he also had to walk on heels to her from the kitchen on the first floor. Of course he wouldn't ask for help, since this was his day to shine!

Up the grand hall he went, stepping one at a time until he reached the thrones, where Queen Talba had finally gained the composure to sit up straight and look dignified. "My queen, your brunch is served. Now, if you need any additional seasoning, I'd be happy to help you out with that!" He said with a wink, bending over as he offered the platter to her to take. She put it on her lap, so he uncorked the wine bottle and poured her a glass.

"Thanks darlin'." She complimented as she un-crossed her legs, letting the platter sit on her thighs. The queen looked up and down Kezia's form, then used her large foot talon to gently lift at the edges of his skirt. "I am loving your getup today, Kezia. What's the occasion?"

He blushed a bit and pressed his hands down to keep his dignity. "No occasion, my queen, just thought I'd try something else." As he spoke, he was noticing he was avoiding eye contact and trying to find something else to do, so he pushed the cork back into the wine bottle between his legs. "I'm glad you like it."

Talba stabbed at one of the potatoes and tossed it in her beak; when she swallowed, she pointed the fork to him. "I do, I really do. Kind of...." She paused mid-sentence to raise her hand to the rest of the guards in the room. "All of you, you're dismissed for the day. Cancel my attendance to the civilians today, tell them I'll get them tomorrow. I think, after this delicious meal, I'm going to go have a bath and clean up. Had a fun time last night."

Kezia froze in place, not sure what to do at this point since all the guards had relaxed and started to leave the room, one by one. He glanced around, waiting for orders or some sort of indication of what he should do next. It was distinctly un-lady-like to have Talba coming in, hung over and canceeing her meetings, but that unconventional nature was what made Kezia fall for her in the first time. Queen Talba wasn't like other rulers, she was truly unique and she didn't bother trying to hide it. Kings and ministers worldwide would be slutty, but hide it or keep it a secret, while Talba relished her reputation, and soaked it in every chance she could.

It didn't surprise Kezia one bit when she leaned forward to grab the bottle of wine out of his hands, used the hook of her beak to pry out the cork, then gulped about half of its contents in one go. When she was done, she grabbed the cork off her beak and slammed it back into the bottle before letting it sit next to the foot of her throne. She grabbed the platter and crossed her legs again, only this time she did so slowly and deliberately to ensure Kezia got a very brief glimpse under her dress to see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

The kitty tried to be a gentleman, but couldn't help when he saw the plump, pink lips between her inner thighs, even if only for a brief moment, and that image coaxed a warmth in his loins. "Is there anything else I can do to you? I mean for you?" He asked, crossing his wrists over his crotch.

Talba leaned in close over the indicated his should come in close. When he did, she pressed her beak to his cheek and whispered in his ear. "How would you like to meet me in my chambers when my meal is done?" She pulled out and winked seductively, her bright green eyes shimmering in the midday light that streamed in through the stained glass Dalonian Gods symbol above her throne. She then took a big bite out of her sandwich, chomping down on half of it in one go.

There was a brisk moment of silence as the last of the equine guards left and Kezia had absolutely no idea what to say at that point. Of course he wanted that, since it was the kind of thing he'd been subtly campaigning for since he got the job. The only thing he could think to say in his moment of panic was, "I live to serve you; I will go wherever you need me." In retrospect, that was pretty sly of him, but at the time he felt like he'd said something foolish.

"Glad to hear it. I'll be done my lunch very soon, and I'll be needing your aid with my bath duties. Feelin' a little too lazy to do it myself and Miki's probably not up yet." She waved him away. "You know how to get into my chambers. Please don't make a mess of the place while you're waiting."

Kezia wasted no time doing as he was told; he offered a brisk bow and daintily walked his way up to the second floor balcony then down the hall on his precarious little heels, each step echoing through the stone walls of the castle.

Though he tried his best to maintain high spirits and display confidence, he was finding that his chest was growing tight, his breaths ragged. His heart was buzzing in his chest and he could feel an odd blend of cool adrenaline and warm blood coursing through him. His mind raced with a few dozen plausible scenarios of what brought her to notice him on this day, as well as what she would do with him. Or to him.

Either way, he was just happy to serve and to offer his everything to her, especially if that meant he got to help her with her bath, then he'd be eager to do so. Even with his idol about ready to make his dreams come true, he was finding his confidence waning, his resolve diminishing. What if he wasn't good enough for her? She'd been with partners too numerous to count, how could he possibly match up to them? What if he failed, and she never asked for his 'help' again?

Kezia couldn't allow himself to get caught up on such thoughts. Instead, he made his way to her bedroom, gently opened her door, then stepped inside to be met with the largest chambers he'd ever seen. Her room was utterly massive, with a tall ceiling, a huge open area near the door, and dozens of dressers and furniture lining the walls. There were chests, shelves, wall banners, and golden lanterns glowing bright white and blue light everywhere. Most importantly was her bed, a towering monument to her decadence in the middle of the room, so tall that his head barely poked up over the mattress, and the canopy above was so high that even Talba could stand on her bed and not touch it.

What an absolutely massive room, and this was only part of it since she had her own private bath and wardrobe in the back. Her chambers weren't just bigger than his old apartment, but bigger than the entire building that he lived in, including the tavern below! It was like walking into the room of a giant, but then again all the castle rooms and ceilings were massive due to how big both king and queen were. It made sense, but this was a room he'd never been in so he could still be awed by it.

Like a proper, mature servant, he quickly bounced over to the nearest bench that was small enough to fit him, where he sat happily swinging his legs through the ruffles of his dress. He was ready for a long wait, since she seemed in a particularly aloof mood, but was shocked when just a few minutes later her door swung open and she burst into the room. Kezia immediately got to his feet and bowed to her.

"Alright, let's do this." She started as she used her talon to buck-kick her door closed. She then walked over to him and leaned over the side of her bed on her knees, arms crossed on the mattress. "Help me get out of this dress, darling. I've been having quite the night and I really need to get in the bath."

Kezia gulped heavily and walked up to her, grabbing at the corset material to unhook each of the buckles, slowly revealing more of the feathers and fur n her back. While there, he couldn't help but reach out and drag his claws down her spine, raking them through mane and tickling her gently.

Her tail lifted a bit under her dress and she looked back over her shoulder. "Oh, that feels nice, Kezia. Always nice to get a bit of a sensual massage while bathing. The perfect combination of pleasures, I say." She flicked that tail downwards, then shook her rump a bit as she stood up and stepped out of the dress to leave it in a pile between herself and Kezia. With her back to him, she flicked her tail again, lightly caressing his cheek. "I don't suppose you know a thing or two about using those hands on anything else, do you?"

A deep rumbling purr started to well up in Kezia's chest, which he promptly gulped away. "O-of course my queen, I've been massaging your talons for months now. Would you like a claw massage?" It was all surreal, he had never seen her quite this amicable, but he loved every second of it and his loins were practically dripping with excitement despite his anxiety growing in his chest.

"No. No thanks. I'd rather you massage something else." She said, leaning over her bed with tail raised to show him every glistening bit of flesh within her plot. Her tail flicked in such a way that the very tips of her supple locks of hair gently tickled his nose. "Think you can help me?" When he didn't immediately reach out to caress her rump, she leaned back and grabbed his hand from its crossed position covering his crotch and pressing the fabric of his dress in. She guided his palm upwards and in between her thighs, forcing it up against the plump mounds of her vulva.

Kezia was quickly frozen in shock as the moisture of her lips dampened his palm and he felt her soft flesh squishing against his touch. There was a distinct yet faint aroma of her sex wafting up from under her tail to tickle his nares. He twitched his whiskers a bit, but was completely powerless when she arched her back and pushed into him, using her massive fingers to hold his arm in place as her lips swallowed him to the wrist on one gentle yet aggressive motion.

He was utterly shocked at how easily her lips parted for him, and how soft and stretchy her flesh was. Her pussy spread to accommodate him, yet squeezed him tight when his hand disappeared between those peach folds to be caressed by the dark cherry pink of her slit, and that combined with the warmth and moisture of her sex made his own nethers tingle and swell in excitement.

Before he could put his fingers to good use, her pussy winked - clenching vaginal muscles tight while folding clitoris out - forcing his hand from her depths as she stepped away. "See? You're plenty confident with your hands. If you want to continue to use them, come with me to my bath, see what you can do there." She kept a gaze over her feathered shoulders as she walked away, swaying hips with each step. Within just a few moments, she had disappeared beyond her armoire and dresser through a door to her personal bath, leaving him there, frozen in place.

This was a truly odd situation for Kezia to be in on this day, because not only was he in the chambers of his queen - a lifelong goal since coming to Arrenthen - but she was actively inviting him into her most intimate place with her. His hand was damp with her arousal, yet he couldn't do a thing to move closer to his goal. It wasn't until he heard her beckon him from afar that he was able to jerk himself out of the trance he'd fallen into.

"Kezia darling, come help draw my water, or you could just return to the throne room to service the guards."

He shook his head clear of the fog that had encapsulated him, then he darted forward on his heels to join her. When he poked his head into the bath, he was greeted with her picturesque form lit by a few dozen candles around the tub as she stepped into it, hot water pouring over her massive golden yellow talon. "I-I'm here to serve, my queen."

She was deliberate and slow in her motions as she brought her other foot into the tub with her, hands wrapped around the edges of it. "I am glad to hear, Now if you could get the comb and shampoo, that would be grand." She lowered herself into the rising water, moaning as she relaxed with head resting on the ergonomically designed edge of the tub.

As Kezia stepped closer, he was able to see every bit of her form through the shimmering surface of the water, with her nethers obscured but still a bright pink against the peach flesh surrounding them. He walked by the tub, and grabbed the shampoo and bush as requested, only to wonder what he was to do with them next. He held them up with a look of curiosity on his face. "And what would you like me to do?" He was instantly regretful of his question, knowing he was not portraying the suave persona he'd come to cultivate in her presence over the past months.

Talba remained coy with her eyes closed and head draped over the side of the tub; her mane flowed nearly to the ground, and her plush feathering around her neck and upper chest seemed to be especially puffy. "Well, help me clean and brush, if you don't mind. Mane is kind of ragged after a long day of drinking and partying." She reached out to grab him by the wrist, pulling him in close. "And if you prove worthy of a queen, I might have to ask your help more often, if you get my drift."

Though he was still frozen in anxiety, he had a good come back for that. Problem was, before he got to say it, she reached out and under his skirt to grab him by the pussy. Her fingertips explored between his thighs to find his moist slit, and when she found it she got a look of surprise on her face. "Well there, I keep forgetting you're not endowed like most males. That's fine, I'm sure I'll have to make do with that." She grinned and slipped a finger into him before pulling away to lick that same digit off. "Delicious."

Kezia nearly collapsed as he shuddered, but then regained his composure to step up behind her. He grabbed a bucket to collect some water, and immediately poured it over her mane in a messy splash at his feet. Normally such a mess would be bad, but the entire bath was lined with a linoleum floor with dozens of grooves that caught water and guided it to the corners, where it would pool into the back yard. He let her mane soak in the water a bit before squirting some shampoo into his hands, which he used to massage her scalp.

"There we go, that's the kind of touch I need right now." She moaned, using her foot talon to turn the tap off; as she lay there, she settled in and let Kezia have his way with her mane, nearly falling asleep in his hands.

He did the best he could, being as thorough and sensual as h was able. The smaller kitty took a long, slow time caressing her scalp, getting the soap into every bit of her mane and feathers of her upper body, using bits of water to help lather and repeat. Kezia wanted to talk to her, to strike up conversation in order to show he wasn't just here for physicality, but he didn't know what to say. Usually he was chatty and easy to talk to, but he had nothing at all coming to mind, so he did what he could.

As he worked at her hair, he leaned in close and got a devious thought in his mind about copping a feel of her chest. He was nervous at first, but as he was washing her, he walked his fingers closer down her neck and shoulders, inching closer to the feathers on her chest. While his hands sneaked over her body, his thumbs touched her cheek and he couldn't help but offer the faintest of caress to them. To his surprise, she was so, so much warmer than he was, perhaps natural due to her being part equine and part avian.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him in close, pecking him on his cute little nose. "Thanks for the wash, darlin'. Now focus a bit more on the combing before you go groping me, mmkay?" She winked her emerald eyes at him before letting him go.

Nervous and a little shocked at being caught in his deviance, he leaned back and grabbed the brush, sliding it through her mane in long, sensual strokes. The mane was straight and tamed quite quickly, and within seconds she'd leaned forward away from him to stand up, stepping out of the tub.

"Thanks again." She said, grabbing for a towel to pat her mane down. "But I think I have something especially fun for you to do next." Come, follow me." She walked past him and grabbed his wrist, yanking him along for the ride as he dropped the brush next to the shampoo.

The two of them emerged back into her room, with water dripping off her with every step. While she still had a firm grip on his wrist, she bent over and opened up a chest that was nudged into the corner of her room, leaving Kezia behind her to get a gorgeous view under her lifted tail while she was distracted.

He found himself idly reaching forward to her haunches towards her glistening peach flesh, only to have her pump her tail down and turn around, holding a leather strap on harness in one hand and a massive horse cock toy in the other. He gulped and his eyes went wide as he pressed his palms to his crotch, holding back the flow of excitement that threatened to soak the inside of his dress.

"Little cunny boy Kezia, I think he needs a bit of love from a stallion. Since I lack the parts of a stallion, maybe I can improvise." She winked and tossed the harness and toy onto the bed before picking him up under the arm pits to toss him onto the bed next to them. Almost instantly, she was leaning over the side of the massive bed to stare down at him, her arms on either side of his hips as he bashfully crossed his legs.

"M-my queen, I don't-" He started, folding his arms up over his chest. His toes curled and his claws grasped at the inside of his heels before he kicked them off, bracing himself for the queen's actions. The more aggressive she became, the more comfortable Kezia grew; while at first he was meek and bashful and a little starstruck, it was now clear this was going to happen and that she was in control, so he was preparing himself for whatever she had to offer.

Talba crawled up onto the bed next to him on all fours, staring him in the eye before erecting herself on her knees. She grabbed the toy, slipped it into the harness, and buckled it onto her nether region, yanking at the leather to tighten it around her waist. The toy flopped a bit, but was otherwise completely secured against her mound, with its unflared tip drooped onto Kezia's belly, and every inch of its length was dotted with texture that looked absolutely heavenly to him. Eager and a touch shy, he bit his finger with a toothy grin, lower body shuddering in anticipation. "What are you going to do to me, my queen?"

While she remained on her knees, she reached over to the dresser next to her bed to grab a bottle of lube. "I think it's about time you used that imagination of yours." She popped the cap and drizzled a gooey strand down the length of the dildo, then smeared it in using her palms before tossing the bottle back over to her pillow. Now properly lubed up with the tip dripping lube onto Kezia's dress, she leaned over, leaning on one hand while her lubed hand slipped up his frilly dress to rub his pussy lips, smearing him with the viscous fluid.

His tail was flicking around, and every movement of her body shifted the bed, coaxing a ring from the bell on his neck. He was writhing in pleasure against her touch, grinding his hips down against her fingers only to find she was deliberately avoiding inserting anything into him. This realization made him whimper in protest as he arched his spine to angle himself just right for her. "My queen..." He whined. "...Don't leave me needing."

She grinned and pulled her hand out from under his dress before flipping it over onto his belly, exposing his wet pussy. With one fluid motion, she grabbed the end of the equine toy and shifted her body forward, forcing the tip to press against his lips.

Kezia gasped lightly, maw open and teeth bared against her, as though he were about to reach out and bite the queen's fluffy feathered chest. This was it, he was about to have her inside him, even though he was initially expecting the opposite. The kitty wanted to be inside his queen, somehow, but this was quite nice as well. Either way, he was happy to feel her body against his, her on the bed next to his cheek and her hips about to grind to his.

He leaned over and bit at her forearm in a playful kitty nibble as his legs came up to rest on her hips, tail slipping out between her thighs to curl around her calf muscle. After nibbling at her arm a bit, he pressed his chin to his chest and started suckling on the bell, keeping it from making too much noise as Talba started to gently buck her hips into him, forcing the blunt tip of the toy to press against his opening.

All at once, she leaned into him until he felt a pop, the bulbous glans of the toy squeezing itself in between his plump and tender lips, the girth of the shaft stretching his walls wide, distending the vulva into a taut sheen. His claws grasped at the bed next to him and he let go of the bell in his mouth, gasping loudly as the thick toy wiggled its way deeper.

Talba grabbed him under his rump, lifting his hindquarters up off the bed to get a better angle as she bucked into him, gently at first to let the toy pump in and out of him a few gentle inches at a time. Each motion was deeper and faster, with a touch more power in it to gradually loosen him up while also tenderizing his flesh. Luckily, the lube was quite effective and Kezia was naturally malleable, so the toy plunged into him with ease.

His cute little huffs and whimpers echoed out in the queen's chambers, his hips shuddering and pushing back up against her as she slammed that horse cock toy into him time and time again. The juicy squelches and slaps from his tender pussy accented his moans, which further incited Talba to push harder and deeper, her hand grabbing at the underside of his knee for more leverage as a visible bulge formed in his lower belly bouncing up and down with the tip of the toy.

Kezia curled his toes in pleasure and pain, but then was tickled by the soothing sensation of lube and natural fluids trickling out over his pussy lips, between his thighs, over his pert little feline pucker, and around either side of his tail base. The sensations made him smile and squint up against the queen, where he muttered, "More."

She stopped her pelvic thrusts to cock her head to the side. Though she couldn't actually feel his flesh around the toy, she did feel the pressure every time his pussy walls clenched and pushed it up firm against her plump mound. While she stared at him, she slipped her fingers down over her belly to squeeze in between the harness and her own flesh, curling digits into herself. "Well, I suppose there are a few ways to give you more." She said with a sly, sideways grin. In one motion, she pulled away from his body and tugged the toy out of him with a series of subtle squishes and an audible pop of exclamation as it burst out of him.

In a brisk motion, she backwards crawled off the bed to bury her massive beak between his thighs, tongue prodding at his tender and loose depths to get every last bit of his fluid and the lube. The queen used her thumbs to spread him open wide for her tongue to lap at him like she were sipping from a goblet. The rapid motions of her flesh against him made him squeal out in delight, the writhing mess of kitty creating a series of light bell ringing.

He had little to say; he couldn't muster the strength or wherewithal to comment or demand anything, he was too busy enjoying the pleasure that was being bestowed upon him. However, he was distracted when she pulled away and out of him, standing tall next to the bed as his tail flicked and searched for her. When he came to his senses, he got up to his elbows to see that she was undoing the harness from her hips. He nearly dove forward when he saw a dribble of his fluids about to drip off the end. "I thought you were going to do more...." He whined, ears splayed and eyes drooping a bit.

"I thought you were going to do more with those hands of yours." She said with a chirp as she crawled back up onto the bed; her form moved like a snake, slithering her way towards the pillows before coming to rest leaning against the headboard with knee up and strap-on toy resting in her palm. "So tell me, how are you going to prove your value to the queen. I've been with many, but I can sense your zeal coming through better than most, so prove it."

Kezia needed not more than a second to roll to all fours and crawl over to her, his spine waving with every motion to lead his long blue tail in gentle swishes. Though his mind wasn't operating on a higher level and was instead acting on instinct, he dove headfirst between her thighs to rub his moist feline nose against her clit, his tongue lapping at her plump folds. He kept his hands on her inner thighs for balance yet found himself swaying his hips to the tune of an unheard melody.

"That's right, good kitty." She said as she patted his head, scritching him between the ears and twirling the toy in her other hand. The queen's body slid down a bit, angling her pussy upwards to ensure the best angle for him while dropped the toy on her pillow and parted her lips against him, further exposing the bright cherry pink of her passage. "Now clean up the mess you made like a good little maid. See how wet you got me?"

He meekly nodded and purred, nuzzling into her inner thigh while his sharp tongue lapped at her lips, collecting as much of the sweet nectar emerging from her depths as he could. Much as he was eager, he couldn't keep up with the flow of juices trickling out from between her massive spread lips, but that didn't mean he didn't try. Deeper and deeper he licked, forcing his snout between her folds to prod and lap at her loins, swallowing much of what she was secreting before deciding it was time to please her like a stallion.

The kitty pulled away, his entire face soaked with her juices and fur matted right down to his neck. He smiled up over her form before sliding his hand up her thigh to force itself into her. Like before, his hand disappeared between her plump vulva with ease and he found himself able to easily slide his arm up right to the elbow before reaching any resistance in the form of her firm cervix. He was still purring, the vibrations resonating through his forearm and into her depths to pleasure her further.

Kezia took notice when Talba started grinding back against him, her hips bobbing up and down on his arm to the point she was rubbing her clit on his bicep while her fluids soaked him right to the shoulder. Her clit winked in his face, and the walls constricted him right up to his elbow, spewing a distinctly aromatic fluid all over him and the bed. The smell of her loins was faint, yet sweet thanks to her bath, and aside from her voluminous fluids, she was clean as could be. Kezia couldn't tell if this was good for him or bad, since he loved the smell of an aroused lady, especially one other than himself.

Naturally, he leaned in close to sniff at her folds, but couldn't resist stealing a taste of that massive, meaty clit before him. He dragged his tongue up its plump form, then wrapped his relatively small jaws around it and suckled it, teeth clenching down on it in an oddly bold move for him! Talba's body twitched in response, but then calmed quickly as she chirped at him.

"Someone's a little daring tonight, but I like it, go on..." She insisted, wrapping her large hands around his upper arm to force his fist in and out of her like a dildo. Her entire form was writhing against his, powerful muscles squeezing his forearm while her depths - the firm-fleshed cervix leading to her womb - seemed to be loosening against his touch.

Curious and quite aroused, he leaned into her as close as he could go, forcing his fingers to prod and poke and pry at her engorged cervix, walking his digits into her womb with relative ease. His other hand - the one not deep inside her - was up under his dress to pleasure himself, but he soon found that he really wanted to see just how stretchy the queen really was. Eager and with a hint of devious intent, he pulled his paw out from his dress and used his own fluid as lube to mix with hers before sliding his fingers in next to his forearm, wedging her folds apart to double fist her with ease.

She was so slick, from lips to womb, that his second arm disappeared into her without even the slightest hint of resistance; her flesh stretched and distended around both forearms, the tiny crevasse between his elbows letting some air into her that quickly got expelled when her clit winked and her pussy walls clenched tight around his limbs, nearly forcing him out. Unlike the first time, when she clenched with such force that his hand was expelled from her, he leaned back into it and rotated each shoulder alternate each other, creating a sort of back and forth fisting motion as his balled up paws passed over each other and forced his knuckles to tenderize her walls.

The harder her punched at her depths, the more excited she got, and the slicker her walls grew. Slick fluids were pouring out between his elbows as he kicked off her bed, trying to get more and more of himself into his insatiable queen; he needed to prove he could please her and fill her as well as any stallion, and if that meant he had to attack her womb with his fists, he'd do it.

Kezia noticed that he'd stopped purring as he focused himself on her, but he also knew that was easily one of his best features so he belted out a deep throbbing rumble from his chest that telegraphed down his fists right into her cervix. Rather than alternating thrusts with each arm, he started doing deep, full-bodied motions thrusting both balled up paws in and out of her in time with his body's undulating rhythm, an action that coaxed a loud screech of pleasure from her.

Queen Talba grabbed his head and forced his lips to her clit again as she winked it, once again clenching her depths to the near point of forcing him out. Her entire lower body was pulsing and throbbing in waves, her spine twitching against him with surprising force paired with controlled gentility, an elegance befitting a queen.

Still, Kezia had no interest in being forced out of her; he still had pleasuring to do to her, and with her flesh tightly wrapped around him he couldn't help but fantasize about having that fleshy sensation smothering him from head to toe. He did as he was demanded by sucking hard on her clit as he dug his feet into the blankets to gain as much leverage as he could. He forced his arms to resist her constriction and found he slipped in between her folds past the elbows, his arms awkwardly pressing out against her walls while her flesh gaped open before him.

He could feel her muscles contracting in waves as the force eased both fists into her womb through her cervix, only to be confused by the tightness around his wrists that tugged on him.

Talba gape-grinned at him and caressed his cheek, smiling down over the dancing bulges in her belly. "You said you wanted to please me, Kezia. Prove it and fill me like no other." She commanded, before grabbing the back of his skull to force his face in between her folds and his upper arms all at once. She lifted one leg to wrap her talons around his rump and the dress there, using her leg strength to push Kezia's form into her.

Part of Kezia's shocked mind wanted to resist, to stop her from swallowing him up in one gulp, but the physical sensations of her tender walls pummeling and tenderizing his body from fingertip and past shoulder was too pleasant to halt. The moment he relaxed and let her cavernous walls suck him in, he felt her lips slide past his neck and shoulders, quickly pausing with clit resting between his shoulder blades.

Again, she winked against the force and girth of his body pressing out against her tender walls, only this time she seemed restrained. Her clit folded out and she sprayed mess down his back and over his tail, but her walls were a bit gentler on his body and the awkward diving position his arms were in, not squeezing tight but massaging him inward. He couldn't help but purr into her, as her spread open walls were gaped just enough to keep him breathing, but that didn't last long. The moment his chest started rumbling, she felt it and clenched down hard, her lips hugging his upper torso to completely close him off from the outside world.

Now, all he could hear was the gentle gurgling of her flesh pressed tight against his ears, the sloshing and squelching of air passing over him to be expelled around his waist, and the gentle cadence of her flesh's wavelike undulations caressing him up his spine and towards her womb. He could still feel her cervix clenched tight around his elbows, having felt its tight firm flesh slide down his forearms, which left him in an awkward position. Had she clenched, he would have felt quite uncomfortable, so he kicked in deeper and widened his arms, anchoring himself in her womb as he slid in deeper.

There was a noticeable tug as the texture of his dress - especially the frilly lace of the bottom half - slid into her, but she seemed insistent as her foot remained wrapped around his thighs and rump, pushing him in farther. To Kezia's delight, he felt a single talon slip into his pussy, caressing at his own depths and massaging him from within as he in turn writhed about in her massive, cavernous pussy.

As her passage slide over him, Kezia rolled over onto his back within her, hands folded up behind his head within her womb and elbows spread wide to dig into her walls for leverage. He could feel the gentle clenching and releases of her pussy in a steady rhythm, accompanying her deep breaths, and the subtle caress of her winking clit pressing down against his lower belly. His lady parts were exposed, his knees raised and legs parted to spread the bottom of the dress, an open invitation to have whatever Talba wanted to do to him.

Moments later, he felt her pry the dress away and slip a single finger into his tender depths, curling up to massage his most sensitive spot within before pushing hard against his hip bones, further forcing him into her. His entire spine twisted and writhed as he felt her lips constrict his dress tight to his thighs, her hand giving him one final internal caress before letting him go and pulling out of both of them.

He squeezed his thighs together and attempted to curl into a fetal position within her, the motion sucking in more of his limbs against the tightness of her cervix. Once her plump, massive lips slid over his hips, the rest came in one glorious lurch, the tensing of his upper body tugging his lower body into her roomy birth canal with an audible squelch. He could actually hear the guttural moaning of her depths quivering in delight as he felt her tight cervix pass over his belly, hips, thighs, and eventually calves.

Inside, the super-malleable and stretchy uterine walls seemed to inflate against his size, expanding to accommodate his form with only the pressure of her abdominal walls keeping him in place. He gave one final kick at the warm air of her chambers before tugging his feet in one at a time. The sensation of her firm-fleshed cervix passing over her ankles and closing up tight in a ring around his tail was one of heaven, transcendent beyond the pleasure offered by a fisting or natural penetration.

The glory of soft flesh squeezing and caressing penetrating flesh was now a sensation he could feel all over his form from snout to tail tip. The walls of her womb were closing in around him, pressing in against his cheeks and neck and between his legs and arms and tail and everything else. There was no free room, only flesh idly twitching and caressing him from all angles, lightly squeezing just enough to keep him in place.

Kezia felt a pleasure well up in his loins, as his pussy ached for penetration of its own. Her womb was quite roomy, which surprised him even given their difference in size, so he shifted and twisted and contorted against her confines to splay out his legs, crossing ankles with tail curled up over his shoulder. He slid his hands down between his chest and the soft flesh that constricted him fully to pull up his skirt and prod at his own depths. Her uterine walls were seeping with a thin yet viscous fluid that was quickly filling in the gaps between the folds of her flesh and his own body, and he used this secretion to pleasure himself.

He couldn't quite make out what made this slick fluid so pleasant, but it gave him an odd tingling in his loins as he touched himself. His fingers parted his own lips, rubbing his opening against a mound of Talba's flesh in a grinding motion. Against his heel, he felt her cervix completely seal him in, tightening to the point he couldn't even get a single toe claw through it, which urged him to submit and succumb to the queen's walls.

Her tender, smooth walls continued to squeeze him tight, mounds of it pressing against his cheek and ears and snout in a pleasant full-bodied massage, and their motions mixed with his own arousal urged him to lean into them and suck the flesh right into his maw, though he was careful not to bite. As the fluid continued to ooze into every crack and crevice between his flesh and hers, he both felt and heard the rhythmic pounding of her heart nearby, underscored by the gurgle and squelch of her other systems that cradled him within her womb.

Kezia was home. He was safe, he was secure, and he was doing all he could to please his queen. In his mind, he'd done plenty to prove his worth, and that thought - rather than the physical sensations that smothered him - was what coaxed a powerful, body-twisting orgasm out of the feline's form within the queen's womb. Though he couldn't see from outside, he could feel her abdominal muscles distending against his motions, and he could only imagine the writhing bulge he'd formed in her.

His own spurt of excitement splashed against the tight confines of her depths, and as he caressed his own clit and G-spot with both hands, he felt himself growing lethargic. He hadn't noticed due to how naturally it had progressed, but he was slowly breathing in the slick liquid that her walls were pumping into her womb, filling him fully until he felt himself floating on her birthing fluid.

Then, as though in a dream, time seemed to stop, twisting in and over itself as he entered a lucid dreamlike state, where he found himself floating in a fleshy-pink ethereal mass, with Talba's god-like titanic form below him. He was little more than an ant to her in the dream, and all he could do is stare at her with awe and reverence.

At least, that was until she opened her beak to speak with words so deep they rocked him to the core, leaving him awestruck and dumbfounded, still floating in the ethereal plane her womb had conjured for him. He slept...