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Castle Acorn had always been a safe space, whether for the royal family or for any visitors who were invited to visit. It was a haven.

And what a haven! A stay at the Acorn dynasty's official home included the softest of soft beds, spacious and well-decorated rooms, toasty warmth, and the most delicious of breakfasts. None of that was easy to get under Robotnik's reign, but the Acorns ensured that their guests got to enjoy the benefits of such luxuries.

KG and Mina had come to discover this a long time ago, and they had also learned that this laying-on of luxuries was not a result of the Acorns' elitism, but instead borne of an understanding of the need for true rest and recuperation: when you stayed at Castle Acorn, you left feeling refreshed, and that was a must for any public figure, whether royal or celebrity.

When you were in the public eye, you couldn't afford to be anything less than your best.

KG - or Iron Python to his growing base of fans - woke gradually. For the time being he kept his eyes shut and simply sensed his environment, basking in the warmth that came not only from the fire across the guest bedroom but also from his mammalian lover and bandmate.

They had fallen sleep naked together, with Mina hugging him to her chest. KG wasn't yet awake enough to consciously decide not to move from this delightful position but he must have given Mina some indication that he was awake because she lazily tightened her grip on him and pushed him closer into her bosom.

Her breasts were fake, augmented by surgery, but that was Mina's secret - and one that she had shared with KG.

That was fine by him. He loved everything about them. He loved their smoothness. Although they were covered with soft, flat-lying hair they felt hairless, even to the tip of his snout, so that when he pressed his face into them it felt like true skin-on-skin contact. The space between them was extra warm, and as a snake, a little part of his distant ancestry compelled him to seek enclosed spaces - especially warm ones. It wasn't just an unspoken familiarity that enticed him about them either: as a reptile, the very concept of breasts as a food source was alien. Nipples were the crowning glory of that concept - quite literally. They weren't naturally a part of reptilian life; they had a strange kind of _otherness_about them, and that made them exotic and fascinating to him. They reacted to touch by firming up. They went soft when left to calm down. They fit in the mouth just so. They were meant as an enticement, almost like a cherry on a cake.

Perhaps it was no wonder that KG had snuggled into them in his half-wakefulness.

As his awareness resurfaced he became aware of the light on the other side of his eyelids. So the daylight was coming. He opened his eye a crack and saw the curtains letting in fragmented light. It wasn't full daylight yet. No hurry to wake up.

Mina moaned quietly and shifted, and the python focused his gaze on her. They made eye contact.

"Morning, angel-tits."

"Morning, sexy-boy," she replied.

KG put his muzzle to her generous cleavage and wiggled it into the dark space, digging for that warm and inviting place. Given that he was slightly lower in the bed than Mina, he had to look up to bring his lips to hers.

Her own lips were already there for him, opening to engage in some early-morning Frenching. Her lips were as warm and enticing as her breasts, and the utter lack of any need to tense himself, even to hold his head up, made their lip-locking a relaxing and gentle way to wake up. Their arms remained draped over one another and barely moved, even when KG took a short journey from her lips to kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her upper lip and the tip of her muzzle.

Mina responded to this without surprise - it was a journey he made often. He even sensed a ghost of an impression of reluctance in her as she lowered her head again to find his lips with her own. Their faces close, he pressed his muzzle adoringly against hers and felt the press of the leather of her nose. It was starting to wetten but not grow cold yet. She was waking, slowly.

So was he. Maybe it was the smouldering bliss of kissing his girlfriend, maybe it was the light that was filtering in from the fabric of the curtains, getting stronger as the sun rose. Either way, the day was coming.

Finally they both came up for air and KG found himself looking into Mina's eyes. They were still half-closed with sleep, but she was more awake than not. So was he.

The light was strong enough to lend colour to the scene. Instead of muted greys and blues, now KG could see colour. And in that moment, the colours he saw were the lilac of Mina's hair and the rich yellow of her fur.

Mina closed her eyes, stretched and yawned, arching her back, and rolled over to fling her legs over the side of the bed.

KG took a moment to savour the sight of her naked back and the comfort of the bed before acknowledging that it was probably time to get up. He was still thinking about it and not doing it when Mina looked over her shoulder at him.

"Seen something you like?" she asked, her eye just about visible through her mussed-up hair.

"Mm hmm," he answered, reaching out to play with the fluff of her tail. He levered himself up to lean on his elbow as a small concession to getting out of bed and then went up onto his knees so that he could crawl closer. She barely moved as he brought his snout to the point between her shoulder blades and planted a kiss there. That done he kissed the next vertebra. Mina let out a little moan of love, or pleasure, or consent, he wasn't sure which, but it was a good sound, so he kept on kissing his way down until he reached the huge, plump focus of his affections: her ass. He moved his head around to one smooth cheek and, his black hair falling into his eyes and not caring about that one little bit, planted a firm and lingering kiss on the beautiful expanse of flesh.

He looked up at her, unable to keep himself from smiling, and they smiled at each other for a moment.

"Are you hungry?" asked KG, almost breaking the spell but not quite.

Mina nodded. "I think I'm ready for breakfast."

The prospect of food drew KG's attention to his stomach. "Me too."

"Then you'd best put some clothes on," answered Mina, leaving the bed to find a day dress.

KG rolled onto his back, pushing the bed sheets down as he did. "Don't you want sausage with your muffins?"

Mina laughed, balled up on her dress and threw it at him.

~*~

As KG and Mina left the guest bedroom, the click of their door closing awoke Snap the ferret.

Snap, much like KG, had eager senses so even the distant and quiet snick of a door's lock sliding shut down the hallway was enough to bring him out of his slumber.

The mental haze cleared and Snap became aware of where he was and how he felt. He was in the master bedroom, in bed next to Sally. Despite her weight, his portion of the bed didn't tilt; she had bought a bed designed especially to be able to let her sink down into it without making Snap roll towards her in his sleep.

But more important to him was how he felt. As he woke up his pelvis and legs started to glow with a fairly strong ache. The pain made him wake up more, and the more alert he became, the worse the pain got.

Sally was The Kingdom of Acorn's premier in more than one sense. She was the princess, of course, but she also had the biggest arse in the kingdom. That wasn't just fancy - she really did. Sally was proud of her figure and had arranged pageants to find out if she truly was the fairest of them all, so to speak. And what fantastic days those had been for Snap!

Thinking over those pageants, where big-arsed women of all species had been all around him but the winner had been his lover, Snap felt a rush of happiness. But right at this moment, that happiness was hard to sustain.

Maybe if he got up and moved around, the buzzing ache of his lower body would reduce a little. It wouldn't hurt to try. Or maybe the better phrase was, no pain no gain.

It just meant he had to be careful not to wake her up. If he did then knowing her preferences, she would probably want to ride him again and if that happened, he wouldn't be able to walk for another week. He was dangerously close to walking like a penguin for the next few days as it was.

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, and listened and felt the little movements of the bed through his back, to get a sense of whether or not she was still asleep. She lay on her front, the bedsheets thrown off in the night, her face buried in the crook of her arm and her voluminous red hair delightfully mussed. His best guess was that yes, she was still asleep. This was where the specially-designed bed came in helpful: it allowed him to get up without disturbing her.

Snap's brain decided to get up in one fluid motion to avoid risking waking her up. When his body tried to follow through with his brain's instruction however, he realised the flaw in the plan. Everything from his waist down felt like it had rusted solid - and that was a disconcerting experience for a normally flexible creature like a ferret. In truth he only managed to get his legs half way off the bed before his muscles seized up and wouldn't allow him to bend any further. Suppressing a grunt he used one arm to lever himself up, but kept a low profile as much as he could. In this way he more or less rolled himself off the bed and collapsed as softly as he could, rag-doll style, on the floor.

His clothes were still there, discarded carelessly the night before. Well, most of them. Laying on the floor he stretched over to where his underpants were and put them on with the kind of care that implied they were made of nitro-glycerin. His socks were... one of his socks was in sight, across the room, but the other one had been thrown somewhere else. He didn't need socks.

His green tshirt was right beside him so he donned that too with a little more ease than the rest of his clothing. Then he ran through the events of the previous night to try to track down his jeans. They couldn't have gone far.

The foot of the bed. He rolled onto all fours and crawled along and was rewarded with a pile of blue denim. He rolled onto his back and put them on too, sliding the zipper up very carefully.

He got to his feet with some difficulty and assessed his current level of stability and mobility.

Yes, he was definitely going to be walking like a geriatric penguin for a while. It was worth it - being ridden by Sally was a phenomenal experience, in pretty much every conceivable sense of the word - but it came at a cost, and that cost was severe DOMS.

He looked over at the door and started to hobble over. Then he stopped. He couldn't leave without saying good morning to Sally first - even if she had to stay asleep for it. He looked back at her.

It was going to be risky. He shouldn't. Not if he valued his mobility.

Her bum curved up magnificently into the air, her thighs relaxed but powerful, her waist dipping down from her arse like the trough of a wave on the ocean. She was truly one of elemental beauty. That's how he saw it, at least.

Snap made a decision. No point in living if it wasn't 100 per cent! He hobbled back to his love and felt a smile spread across his face as he went. With care, he placed an open palm on the bed so that he could lean in close, and mashed his lips into the nearest arse cheek in a full-on kiss. He followed it up by a lick. The flat of his tongue picked up on the prickle of her fur and made it a little more slick. It felt smooth as he licked with the lay of the fur and tasted mildly visceral. The taste of well-groomed fur tinged with sweat and maybe the odd trace of something from himself.

There,_he thought with satisfaction. _That's the stuff!

That smile still on his face he backed up and repeated his hobble to the door, this time making it all the way there and picking up his Converses on the way. Pressing the door firmly shut with his shoulder to keep it quiet he twisted the lock and gingerly released it. The door swung open with almost no sound at all. He doddered his way around it and closed the door with equal care on the other side.

Standing in the corridor, his feet planted a little wider than usual and very aware of the sensation of carpet on his soles, he believed he was home free.

He decided he would put on his shoes when he reached the stairs. It just felt like he was jinxing it if he put them on here. It felt pretty likely he'd fall over and make a big crash, and stairs offered a place to sit anyway.

~*~

That kiss on Sally's butt cheek had been a mistake: it had woken her up. She had assumed he was still in the bed with her and indulging in a spot of preliminary foreplay, and had just been letting herself rise up from sleep to wakefulness when she had heard the door close.

She opened her eyes and raised her head to look around the room as if to confirm that she was right and that he hadn't visited the bathroom instead. No, he was gone.

Sally reached for the hand-held unit on her bedside table.

"He left, didn't he?" There was no need to say good morning to Nicole; she responded to such niceties but that was because she was programmed to. They didn't truly make a difference to her.

Nicole's lights flashed as she spoke. "Affirmative, Sally."

Sally sighed, annoyed.

Nicole may have been an AI, but she was built with the smarts to recognise displays of irritation when they were presented, so Nicole responded to diffuse the situation. "Shall I bring him back, Sally?"

"No. Escort him to breakfast in any way you see fit. I'll get him there."