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This story was written for AusBattler. It contains tickling and bondage related fun, and sexual acts between an M/F/F trio of consenting adults. ^^

Becoming the Royal Tickle-Pet

It was the end of another dull day of political meetings. A day of making nice with the local lords and ladies, to make them feel important and valued even though they surely all knew deep down that their absence from the world would mean almost no hardship for anyone, compared to the main body of the citizenry who actually held jobs and contributed to society overall. Of course, the Queen knew that she too was in that same camp, but at the very least she benefited from being aware of that fact, and from trying to overcome her position's uselessness whenever possible. There was a reason she was called the People's Queen, and while some in the nobility looked down upon her for her willingness to engage with and aid the people who farmed the land and weaved the cloth and ground the flour and a thousand other vital tasks, the vixen still felt as though there was always more she could be doing. So much more.

Perhaps that was why, as her carriage was being drawn through the town square with her palace just a short distance away, she called for her procession to halt. In the centre of the square, mounted upon a wooden stage that could easily have served either theatre or perhaps in the era of her predecessors a public hanging, there rested a pillory. A set of stocks carved of wood through which a person's head and arms could be placed in order to hold them immobile, displaying them for whatever crime they had committed and allowing the public to jeer and taunt them. And in that pillory, serving a punishment of a sort, though like none that the Queen had ever seen before, was a dog. A labrador with shining golden fur and a crop of dark hair between his ears, who within his bonds was thrashing, howling, and shrieking at the top of his lungs not with rage or with pain, but with laughter as kneeling behind him a couple of women poked and prodded at the soles of his feet.

Despite the grumblings of her Knight at Arms, the Queen stepped from her carriage. Given all the staff that travelled with her, people in waiting, her personal guard and various other members of the court, it was little surprise that even before she made it half way across the town square towards the pillory, the women tickling the bound dog saw her approaching and backed away, wide eyed and bowing in supplication. The response from the labrador in the stocks however was not one of relief and gratitude, as one perhaps might have expected from someone being tormented while utterly unable to escape. In fact while he panted and whimpered in physical relief as he was spared further tickling, the man's response was more pleading, squirming, wiggling his toes and his feet overall as though desperately trying to tempt those ladies or indeed anyone else to return and tend to him.

Only when the Queen grew close, so close that she was able to step around in front of the labrador and finally grant his bound form the chance to see her considering his immensely limited peripheral vision, did the dog stop whining and wiggling. His eyes bulged as the Queen's Knight at Arms clomped heavily into view in full armour, hand on the hilt of his sword, and a loud, strangled yelp of embarrassment escaped him when he saw the Queen herself, trying to bow low but obviously unable to make any of the necessary motions to do so in his current state.

"Good day, Sir."

The Queen spoke, frowning and glaring at her Knight when he scowled and snorted at her using an honorific such as that for not just a common citizen of the land, but one who appeared to be a criminal given his current situation.

"M-my Queen. I... what are... h-how, why are you... I mean..."

The dog whimpered and blushed and stumbled over his words as he struggled helplessly to get free from his bonds, all his gleeful laughter from before and the beautiful, joyously overwhelmed expressions that had accompanied it gone. The Queen sighed. He had looked so much more cute and frankly rather handsome before, however odd the situation. Now he looked unhappy, stressed and anxious thanks to her presence. She looked around at her servants, at her guards, and raising one sink gloved hand into the air, snapped her fingers.

"You will give us space to talk. Just the two of us. I wish to know of this man's crimes, and I believe he will be more forthcoming without an entire army to judge him."

No-one dared question the decision, but the Knight looked at the Queen as though begging her to reconsider before sighing and trudging several paces back, though probably still within earshot and still very much with his hand on his sword. The Queen meanwhile moved closer to the pillory and the dog which it held. She glanced at the dusty wood of the stage as she climbed up onto it, but shrugged and smiled as she knelt down to bring herself eye to eye with the labrador, an act which in itself drew a murmur of disapproval from her retinue and gasps from several onlookers who had gathered to witness the royal procession. Even the labrador himself appeared shocked by the Queen's move, and lowered his eyes to the woodwork below as though fighting to remain lower in the pecking order than her. He looked up again when the Queen purposefully cleared her throat, and their eyes met as the leader of the entire realm addressed the helplessly bound, blushing dog.

"You have committed no crime, have you?"

The labrador's eyes widened, and he whimpered as in what limited manner he could, he shook his head.

"N-no, my Queen."

The vixen smiled, her suspicion proven accurate given the playful, light-hearted way that the women had been 'tormenting' this man.

"And yet, you are here. Tell me, tell your Queen, why you are in these stocks if you have committed no crime?"

Once again she suspected she knew the answer, and sure enough the labrador confirmed that fact to her just moments later.

"Because... because I chose to be, my Queen. To amuse myself, a-and my fellow townspeople."

A soft giggle escaped the monarch of the land, and another gasp rang out from the surrounding people watching on as she reached out with one of her silken gloved hands and ever so gently used her fingertips to lift the labrador's chin, to raise his head and force him to make even more full and unabashed eye contact with her.

"You let yourself be bound in stocks, so they can... what? Tickle you?"

His face burned scarlet, but unabashedly, eagerly the dog nodded.

"Yes, I... i-it makes me so happy. So, I can't describe it. And, people have told me that when they hear me laugh, when they see me so helpless but enjoying it so much, it makes them smile. It makes them happy, too."

The Queen nodded slowly, not judging, not teasing, simply trying to understand.

"I see. It is a noble thing to want to make the lives of those around you better. But... you say that you truly enjoy it, too? You are not hurting yourself, shaming yourself so that those around you can be more happy at your expense?"

The labrador shook his head as firmly as he could once again given his limited range of motion.

"No, I swear. I wish there was a way for me to prove my sincerity. Being tickled, i-it makes me feel so... my Queen, I cannot explain it using words that would be appropriate to speak in front of royalty such as yourself. The only reason I am telling you at all is that it would be a far greater trespass against my sovereign to lie, or conceal the truth behind silence."

A wry smile crossed the vixen's muzzle, and she extended her hand a little further forward, under the labrador's chin once again, but this time all the way to the fur and flesh of his neck. She traced a single fingertip along the line between jaw and neck, and giggled as the labrador immediately began to shake, as a shrill whine and a yelp of helpless mirth escaped his lips, and his eyes bulged as he fought helplessly to escape her touch.

"N-nhhahhahahhh... no, please. Please, y-you can't..."

The Queen grinned.

"Oh, but I can, Sir. For you have nowhere to go. And I have no reason to stop, unless of course you will tell me what I want to know."

She wiggled her fingers more purposefully, more overtly ticklishly against his neck, and the labrador practically exploded, uncontrollably and instantaneously beginning to squeal and cackle with loud, raucous mirth even as he tried to speak, tried to beg her for mercy. The expression of glazed, joyous madness returned to his eyes just as it had been when the Queen first set her eyes upon him, and just as he had said to her, his laughter made her heart soar with mirth and glee of its very own.

"Nooooo! No, p-plleaaahhhahahahahaaahhh, please, n-not with the glooooooves! Aaahahhahaha, a-anything but thaaahahahaaaa... t-that!"

He begged, he howled, his laughter rang out around the town square far louder than the Queen had heard before. She was laughing too, giggling gleefully at his utterly mindless, uncontrollably tickish amusement. Still though, she saw the opportunity as he begged and begged, and she took it.

"Tell me why you like to be tickled like this. Tell me, or I'll keep going until I learn first-hand. Until I can see why without you having to say a word, however long that takes."

Still he laughed, still he wailed in helpless ticklishness, but the Queen could see the bashfulness in his eyes as she levelled that playful threat. Thus, it was little surprise to her, though she found herself oddly disappointed that she hadn't been given reason to keep tickling him for longer, when he began to wildly nod his head up and down, and swore to her through breathless, barking bursts of laughter that he would tell her everything. And, sure enough, as soon as she relented and withdrew her silken-clad fingertips from his neck, he did so, red in the face, trembling, and whining in a mixture of residual excitement and pure embarrassment as he whispered so that no-one but the Queen could hear.

"M-my Queen, I... being tickled excites me. It excites me the way a lover's kiss, or their hands upon one's buttocks might excite a person. I don't know why, but, it has always been this way. I can control it. N-not show it off, n-normally... so I can indulge myself in this way without revealing my desires to those I let tickle me. But, y-your gloves, my Queen..."

His voice trailed off for a moment, and he shuddered a very different kind of shudder, not one of laughter or bashful giddiness, but the kind of shudder that the Queen normally only saw when she invited her closest handmaiden to share her bedchamber for the night.

"...silks, lace, sheer stockings... materials such as though against my skin, when I am tickled like that... touched by that fabric and made to laugh, I cannot hold back. My Queen, I beg you, don't tickle me again with your gloves on. Already I have been stirred to arousal. Already I... I shame myself by becoming erect within my britches in your presence. But, if you tickle me again, I won't be able to help it. I... I love it. I desire it far too much to restrain myself for even a moment when that feeling is granted to me, no matter how private and inappropriate I know it to be."

He slumped slightly within the stocks as he fell silent, his face remaining red, almost as red as the Queen's own beneath the vixen's lush orange fur. Nevertheless, the Queen did speak up again soon after, to ask one final question of this very wonderfully strange and oddly adorable labrador.

"Tell me, Sir. What is your name?"

His eyes widened anew. His posture stiffened as though he was trying to stand to attention, though of course even simply standing at all was impossible.

"My Queen. I... my name is Josh. And, meeting you today, feeling your touch, is something I shall never forget."

The Queen nodded graciously. She smiled at the labrador, and then reached out, and caressed his cheek with her silk gloved hand one more time, giggling as he shuddered and blushed visibly at the touch, ticklish or not.

"And I, Josh... I won't forget this either. Good day, Sir."

With that, the Queen rose to her feet, stepped down off the wooden stage where the pillory was located, and returned to her carriage. Soon the retinue were pulling away once more, and in their wake Josh was left behind trembling, blushing, and trying his best to hide the throbbing erection within his britches as his fellow townsfolk rushed forward to set him loose, and to ask him what the Queen had said to him. In that moment though, all that the labrador wanted to do was to get home. All he wanted to do was close the front door of his small cottage, lock it tight behind himself, and retire to his bedroom for some very personal, very private time as soon as possible, with the memory's of the Queen's silken touch fresh in his mind.

And, though he did not know it nor could ever have dared to imagine it, in that same moment, sitting within her carriage with her Knight at Arms beside her, reminding her of the dangers of interacting with the common folk without prior planning and security, the Queen was thinking the same thoughts. Squeezing her thighs together as she replayed the labrador's intense, manic laughter, and his confession of what her touch had done to him. Thinking about what she had made him feel, what she had done to his body with her light, playful, ticklish touches... and realising in that moment that she really, really wanted the opportunity to do so again.

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It was late that same night when Josh awoke to the sound of movement. The labrador barely had time to figure out whether or not it had been a real sound or the remnants of some lingering dream, and had only just begun to pull himself upright in bed when all of a sudden several figures burst through his bedroom door. With a yelp, he tried to leap to his feet to defend himself, but even if he had possessed the training or any weaponry with which to do so, he was caught so utterly unaware that any meaningful defence was impossible. Hands grabbed him, ropes began to bind him, and as Josh's eyes bulged and a shrill whimper of fright escaped his lips even as a thick gag of cloth was stuffed into his muzzle, he watched a large, armour clad figure stepping through the bedroom doorway with folded arms and a scowl upon his feline features. The Queen's Knight at Arms glared in fury at the labrador, but didn't say a single word to him. He just looked the male up and down, the dog's body nude and the fur of his belly streaked with several ropes of dried cum made visible in the intruders' torchlight, before rolling his eyes and turning on the spot, gesturing for his men to follow, and to bring the now captive labrador with them.

Heart racing, body numb with fright, Josh found himself stuffed into a carriage and left there with only a couple of silent guards to oversee him as the carriage's horses carried him through the night for well over half an hour. He had no idea where they were going or what was happening, no idea if he was being arrested for some sort of indecency in front of the monarch after what he'd told her, or if this was simply the Knight enacting some personal grudge, having obviously disapproved of the Queen having any interaction whatsoever with Josh earlier that day. What he was certain of though, was that he probably wasn't going to see his old home or his old life ever again. And... though perhaps not in the more dire ways he imagined that fact being made true, he was right.

Upon feeling the carriage slide to a halt, Josh's eyes bulged as he was dragged outside once more only to find himself in the lavish interior of what appeared to be the main courtyard of the royal palace. There he was handed off to an unfamiliar woman, a plump dalmatian with long, curly red hair who seemed not the slightest bit perturbed by his nudity, and who as soon as she was out of sight of the Knight and his men hurried to unfasten Josh's bonds and pull the gag from his muzzle.

"My stars, I'm sorry. They were told to put on a show of taking you so that no impropriety was expected, but... once they actually had you in the carriage, they were meant to let you loose and assure you that you were in no trouble whatsoever. I assure you, the Queen will be having words about this with all those involved."

Rubbing at his wrists where the rope had been especially tight, Josh just stared in blank confusion at the beautifully dressed woman, clearly one of the Queen's ladies in waiting or at the very least acting in a similar role. She extended a hand, a silk gloved hand, and nodded encouragingly for him to take it.

"Please, come with me. The Queen is eager for your presence."

Josh took the offered hand, trembling and whimpering softly at the touch of the silk against the pads of his paw, but as the handmaiden gently pulled on him in an attempt to lead him deeper into the palace's interior, she found him unmoving. Turning her head back to face him, she smiled as she saw the utter confusion on his face.

"I know this is a lot to take in, but please, your Queen wishes for your presence. All will be explained once we are with her. Somewhere more... discreet."

Nodding bashfully as he glanced around at the lavish hallways, then at his naked and still visibly cum-marked, tousled fur, Josh followed as the dalmatian led him through several hallways and up a set of stairs which spiralled skyward. Soon they entered a chamber, and though the Queen herself was not present in it, Josh yelped in bashful excitement as he saw what was laid out upon a luxurious double bed directly in front of him. He looked at the handmaiden, and she winked at him with a warm nod.

"Please, put on those clothes."

The labrador's eyes bulged as he looked from her back to the attire laid out on the bed, a set of pink silk pyjamas embroidered with purple lace flowers, and a pair of long stockings. These were garments clearly meant for a woman, albeit one of roughly his height and body shape, and yet here they were being offered to him.

"I... b-but, the Queen, I told her h-how I... what silks and stockings do to me..."

He murmured nervously, only for the handmaiden to laugh warmly, step forward, and caress his cheek with one of her silk gloved hands.

"Oh, Josh. She does know. As do I. And, that is precisely why she arranged this outfit for you. Now please, put it on, and I shall take you to her."

Another few minutes later, and the labrador was walking down yet another corridor with the handmaiden walking alongside him. He wasn't naked any more, but somehow felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever as he blushed and whimpered as the tight crotch of the silken pyjama bottoms he was now wearing rubbed against his sheath, his balls, and soon his uncontrollably stiffening cock. By the time they reached the doorway to the Queen's chambers, or so Josh assumed due to their lavish nature and the two guards posted outside, he was rock hard, blushing, whimpering and curling his toes within the stockings that he could feel rubbing against his pads with every single step. The two guards didn't so much as acknowledge his existence though, and allowed the dalmatian to open the door and usher him inside without any issue.

The door closed behind them, the handmaiden locking it with a heavy iron bolt behind her, and then... then Josh yelped loudly as he looked across the lavish interior of this room, and saw kneeling upon a huge four poster bed, the beautiful and currently bare chested form of his nation's beloved Queen.

"Brianna, bring him closer please."

A gloved hand patted the labrador's rump, and with a whine and a twitch of his silk-wrapped cock he stumbled forward. The closer he got to the bed, the more his head span. Tied to each of the four bedposts was a large length of silk cloth bound into ropes. Sitting between them on her knees was the Queen herself, bare breasted but wearing elbow length white silk gloves, and stockings of her own which matched Josh's own perfectly, held up by a garter belt attached to the most shimmering soft black silk panties. The vixen's long hair was unbraided and free flowing, cascading down around her shoulders, and her piercing green eyes were every bit as captivating as the rest of her body put together. She smiled as the labrador approached the side of the bed, and that smile widened, her ears flushing and her tongue flicking out to lick her lips as she saw the male's cock quivering within his decidedly feminine attire.

"Josh... you said you like to make people happy. You like to make people smile, and you use your... particular set of preferences to let people be happy by teasing you. Tickling you."

He nodded, shuddering as he considered the implication of that question considering everything else about his current situation.

"Yes, my Queen."

She smiled, and patted the bed beside her.

"Good. Then, I hope you will be just as eager to make me happy, by doing exactly as I ask."

The labrador almost fainted as he watched the Queen invite him to sit on her bed. He glanced nervously to the dalmatian for reassurance, but only yelped as upon glancing over at the other woman he found her in the process of pulling off her luxurious sky blue dress, unfastening her corset, and rendering herself even closer to fully nude than the Queen as she revealed that while wearing gloves and gartered stockings even now, she appeared to have been without any underwear beneath her dress. With his mind reeling all that Josh could do was obey, and thus a moment later he was seated next to the beautiful, bare breasted Queen of the realm, and fighting not to instinctively start giggling, not to squeal aloud as she simply raised her silk gloved hands into the air, and gestured close by him to the two ends of the bed.

"Lie down for me. I wish to tie you up."

Josh stared at the Queen, then at the four silk ropes attached to the bed frame. He knew the answer of course, but he still had to ask the question.

"M-my Queen? Why?"

The vixen just giggled, while it fell to her handmaiden, to Brianna to answer as she added her own near naked figure to the sum total of those now sharing the bed.

"So you can't get away, like the pillory earlier. So she can tickle you. So we can both enjoy tickling you... and so that there is absolutely nothing you can do about it."

Josh's eyes rolled back. He whimpered, and even as he half lay down, half fell in a giddy daze onto his back upon the bed, a dark spot was spreading over the front of his crotch as his rock hard member dribbled and spurted liberal volumes of pre-cum. Willingly, gleefully he let himself be bound under the promise of being tickled by these two women. He didn't understand why they wanted to do it, he didn't understand how in any reality he could get so lucky as to find himself in a situation like this with any two gorgeous ladies, never mind the Queen and one of what appeared to be her most closely trusted confidantes. But thankfully, he didn't need to understand. He didn't need to be able to comprehend how or why it was happening, because once the silk ropes were tied tight around his wrists and ankles there was nothing he could do to influence the situation anyway. All he could do was lie there and take it, which was precisely what he loved doing the most.

"Look at you. So cute, so helpless... and just like you said to me earlier, so hard."

The Queen reached out a gloved hand, and through the silky fabric of the glove and of Josh's pyjamas she ran a single finger up the underside of the labrador's quivering, drooling erection.

"So many people in this kingdom are so afraid to share how they really feel. So concerned with keeping up appearances that they refuse to have any fun, even behind closed doors. But you, Josh... you know what you want, and you show it to the world, right out in the open."

As the vixen continued to address the bound dog, she swung a stocking clad leg up and over his lean stomach and straddled him, facing up towards his panting, flushed face. Brianna meanwhile was even further down the bed, just visible beyond the Queen shuffling between Josh's spread legs, facing away from him and looking from side to side at both of the labrador's stocking-clad feet where they emerged from the silky legs of his pyjamas.

"I cherish people who aren't afraid to show who they are."

The Queen whispered, leaning down until her head was hovering over Josh's own, and kissing the dog ever so gently upon the tip of his nose.

"That's why you're here tonight. And, that's why I'm not going to let you out of this room, out of those clothes, or even out of those restraints... until I've seen everything you have to show me."

She pulled back just slightly, stared deep into Josh's wide eyes, and it was then that her silk gloved hands darted forward, and began to mercilessly, eagerly tickle at the labrador's underarms. There was only a split-second before Josh started to thrash, to scream, to howl with uncontrollable and gleeful laughter, but as soon as he began to react, to flail and kick and strain helplessly against the silk ropes holding him down, the Queen began to giggle too. To giggle, and to moan as she felt his body buck and strain up against her crotch where she straddled him, and felt his own midriff thrusting up against her long fluffy tail, practically humping it as alongside his mindless mirth came waves of intense arousal born of both the tickling and the silky texture provoking it so gloriously.

If Josh thought the Queen alone was going to be his tormentor though, he was soon disabused of that fact. Already yelping, shrieking in high pitched peals of cackling laughter, he felt silk gloved fingers probing at the arches of his feet. He felt them wiggle and tease and tickle across the surface of the stockings wrapping his paws up within them, and shook his head, begging, screaming, pleading for mercy as Brianna joined the Queen in their simultaneous ticklish tormenting and tantalising of the labrador.

There were moments when Josh sincerely believed he was going to pass out from laughing so hard. Moments when Josh wondered if this really was more than he could take, for it was definitely more than he had ever been subjected to in his entire tickle-loving life up to this moment. But even when the labrador sincerely believed he needed them to stop, when he tried with all his might to beg them to let him breath, to let him rest for just a few moments so he didn't utterly lose his mind to the ticklish stimulation, he of course found himself laughing too hard and being far too short of breath at any brief intervening moments to speak a single coherent syllable. And, of course, that only made the whole situation hotter. It only made his cock throb and his balls ache and his whole body burn with white hot pleasure ever more ferociously than before knowing that he really was at these two ladies' ticklish mercy, and as the Queen and her handmaiden giggled and whimpered in excitement along with his far more brazen and frenzied howls and belting bursts of laughter, his heart raced with pure joy alongside his body's savage lustfulness at the knowledge that not only was he having the time of his life, but they were too.

The more time that passed, the more unabashed the Queen and her handmaiden grew in their ticklish attack on the labrador's body. Josh watched, whimpering loudly as the Queen shuffled backwards until she was hovering tantalisingly with her panties directly over his crotch, though refusing to lower herself down to the degree that she could touch him as she lifted the front of his pyjama top and began to dance her fingertips over the fluffy fur and firm flesh of his belly and flanks. He snorted and wailed uncontrollably with laughter to a whole new level of ticklish madness, panting, gurgling as he barely hung on to the last vestiges of his sanity. It was of course then that Brianna started wriggling and tickling her fingers' way between his toes as she continued her devoted attention to his stocking-wrapped feet, and if a shred of restraint and composure had been left within the desperately wailing male's mind, that ensured it was lost in the maelstrom of his giggling glee.

It had been a long time since Josh had been tickled so lengthily without pause, never mind so devotedly or by two creatures so divinely beautiful and eager as the two women with whom he was sharing that bed. Over and over again he anticipated them stopping, half desperate for a break and half squealing and yelping in his desire to have them continue. But the longer the ticklish assault upon every possible sensitive inch of his body went on, the more the tone of his begging and pleading shifted. They knew as well as he did that there was a dimension to what was happening to Josh which was intensely sexual, however little attention was purposefully and directly being paid to any particularly intimate portion of his body. But by the time more than three quarters of an hour of near non-stop tickling from two simultaneous sources had taken their toll upon Josh, his laughter was almost constantly intermingled with moans of the most deliciously intense pleasure. He had been carried so far beyond his normal level of erotic temptation and teasing by this absolute tickle-fest taking place across his body that the labrador was absolutely convinced it would take little more than a single touch to his cock to send him over the brink. He was hanging on the very edge of ecstasy, throbbing, writhing, drooling more and more pre-cum into and through the by then saturated silk fabric of his crotch, and as the tickling went on, and on, and on so too was he carried wailing, shrieking along at the absolute pinnacle of his body's desirous passions.

In truth, all three of the people present in that room knew just how close Josh was to letting loose, and on some level all three of them were fighting their own internal battle beyond wanting to keep on teasing him, pushing him further to the ticklish brink without granting him relief, and seeing just how incredible it would be when he finally was granted the release he craved. By the time the Queen scrambled up the length of the labrador's torso once again and began to attack the very same area where she had first tickled him, under his chin just at the point where his face met with his neck, she felt as though she was just as wet as he was. She was dripping, aching, desperate to cum, but like never before in her life she was at the same time compelled to wait just to see how much further she could push Josh, and how much further she could push her own quivering, pleasure-hungry body first.

As for Brianna, she had long since surrendered to her own arousal. With the labrador's stocking-clad feet in an armlock which allowed that same hand to dart back and forth between the two flexing, arching and quivering soles, her free hand was buried between her legs. Her grunts of pleasure echoed around the room amidst Josh's yelps and wild squeals of mingled lust and laughter, and only served to further urge onward both the labrador and the vixen's own desires, knowing what bliss would await them when they finally gave in themselves.

What finally tipped the scales however, what pushed the Queen into action and thus granted Josh the absolute ecstasy he had been laughing his way towards for what felt like an eternity, was the smallest thing. She had been tickling Josh's neck for almost ten minutes by that point, and rather than getting the slightest bit used to it the labrador was acting as though every ticklish touch was compounding the last and rendering his skin ever more sensitive. He laughed, he squealed, he thrashed with such force that although he remained tied to the four corners of the bed, his torso arched and bounced its way off the bed to such a degree that he began to jostle the Queen where she was seated upon him. This forced her to plant one hand on his chest, less to hold him down and more just to steady herself as she continued to tickle him, and that was when she felt it.

That was when she felt the thunderous beating of Josh's heart, racing beneath her touch like she had never known any man's heart to race in her presence. And that was when she knew that she couldn't wait any more.

"Josh..."

She whispered to him softly, staring into his glazed, glassy eyes and giggling gleefully as he wailed in laughter back at her.

"Mnnnahhahahahahahhahhaaahh... y-yesssahhhhaahahhhhgod... my Qu-...ahhahahahahhahahahh... my... mnahhahahahaaaaapleeeeease!"

He kept laughing even after she stopped tickling him of course, Brianna's hand on the base of his feet continuing to play the labrador like a musical instrument. But when her hand withdrew from his neck and she pulled herself off his body, moving to kneel beside him rather than straddling him outright so she could look both up and down the trunk of his body, Josh knew something was coming. Even in his utterly manic, wildly tickle-crazed state, he could feel the intensity hanging in the air all around him even before the Queen stuffed one of her silk gloved hands into her panties, reached out with the other, and urgently tugged down the stretched, pre-cum stained front of the labrador's pyjamas.

"Show me your happiness, Josh."

The vixen whispered over Brianna's moans and Josh's howling, giddy mirth as she wrapped her silk-clad fingers around the male's cock, squeezed it firmly against her palm, and gave it a single, teasing pump.

"Show me your... o-oh my god..."

She began to coax, to tease him again, but it was entirely unnecessary. That first touch, that first tender caress of silk covered royal hands against the bare flesh of his suddenly exposed cock while Brianna mercilessly raked her fingers along his stocking-clad feet was a billion, trillion times more than all it would have taken to send Josh over the edge after all the time he had already spent hovering right there. The first streak of his cum launched so high up it almost hit the bed's canopy, and while those that followed weren't nearly so insanely impressive in their height, the sheer quantity of cum that came fountaining from the labrador's cock as the Queen milked him for every drop spoke volumes about just how impossibly worked up Josh had been rendered by all that tickling alone.

He howled, he cackled, he laughed and shrieked and whimpered and moaned and giggled and snorted and gasped and gurgled in pure, rapturous orgasmic elation, and then... then the tickling stopped. The touching stopped, and after a brief period of continuing to twitch and snort and giggle instinctively, as though phantom fingers were still darting their way across his body, Josh fell back to the bedsheets limp and panting like he had just crossed the finish line for a marathon.

"Was that good for you?"

A soft voice whispered in his ear, a voice that belonged to a beautiful face suddenly hovering over his. The face of a vixen. The face of a Queen. His Queen. He moaned softly, joyously, and nodded as she leaned down to kiss him.

"Would you like to do that again?"

She asked just as softly, just as gently, giggling as despite his fatigue the bed creaked under the force of the labrador's immediate nodding.

"Yes, my Queen. My... a-ahh... my tickle-Queen..."

Josh moaned in response, blushing as not only the Queen herself but her handmaiden too giggled at that spontaneous title, the dalmatian flopping down, red faced and panting herself on the other side of the labrador's body from where the Queen was currently kneeling over him.

"I'm glad. We both are... aren't we, Brianna."

The vixen murmured, her handmaiden giggling and nodding in response before leaning in and pecking first Josh on the lips, then turning her head a little more and kissing the Queen more firmly, more deeply. Their kiss lingered a little, and when they broke apart, both women moaned not in satisfaction, but in continued hunger. Their collective gaze turned back to Josh, and his cheeks flushed anew as despite his body's lingering satisfaction, he felt himself stirring all over again beneath the two nobles' hungry eyes.

"Yes, my Queen. Very glad. But, before we tickle him again, we should... um... t-that is to say..."

Brianna's face burned crimson beneath her white furred, black spotted cheeks, and she giggled, then shrugged at the Queen.

"I'm sorry, Violet. I... I'm too horny to think up anything smart and sexy to say to hint it more subtly. I just... please, my Queen. My love. Please, can we make him make us cum now?"

The Queen smirked, and nodded warmly to her handmaiden, to her dear lover, before turning her gaze back to Josh.

"Oh, yes..."

She growled softly, yet passionately as Josh trembled and instinctively licked his lips.

"If he wants me to play the role of Tickle Queen Violet again, and again, as often as he or the palace silk-washers can bear it? Then yes, Bri... I think we most definitely can."

By Jeeves

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