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Chapter 8

It was a lightly drizzly day when I was dragged out of the manor by a seemingly recovered vixen. Veronica was grinning as she guided me directly through the city without delay, "We've been hiding at home for too long anyway," she said, looking over her shoulder at me, "I prefer the life of wild adventure, you know, moving between cities, looking for what hasn't been found." She paused suddenly, causing me to almost crash into her shapely back end.

In front of her, a procession moved past, like a great conga line, each female with hands on the hips of the female in front of her. I opened my mouth to ask what the meaning of the ritual was, but the line ended, and Veronica was already hauling me forward again, pulling and guiding us back to the airship dock that we had left the ship off at. How long ago was that? It felt like years.

As we clambered up the ladder to board the ship, our new friends poked their heads out of a nearby balcony, waving us off with enthusiastic cheers. I wasn't sure why, but I turned red and couldn't look at them in the face. I had only just met them and we had done so much together. It was like this world does everything so quickly! Veronica led me to my old quarters and after a cursory inspection of the vessel, she seemed satisfied to take off.

"Have a seat," she ordered, pointing to a small chair, "Since we have a nice stud with us, we'll skip the rings and use you to kick start her. She could use a little pick me up after sitting idle a little while." She strapped me down with soft satiny straps around the wrists and ankles, then pulled up a strange tube that slid over my cock like a glove on a hand. My member began to tingle softly inside that strange device, and the ship shuddered before lifting up.

Veronica dashed back to the wheel with a grin and spun it, turning the ship about and sailing smoothly up over the walls of the city. From what little I had learned of geography of this place, we were headed Southeasterly, give or take, I admit I wasn't paying much attention with that sleeve sending those tingles up through me. It was a funny feeling, not like climax was coming at me, just a soft steady pleasure that kept me relaxed and happy.

Time passed peacefully, the clouds just kissing the ships bottom for what felt like a few minutes before we slipped back beneath them. Jungle seemed to spread out in all directions. It didn't seem an ideal place to land, so I looked to Veronica and asked, "What are we looking for here? We going to park the ship in the air?"

"Yes exactly," said the vixen, her tail swaying left and right quickly, "What we're looking for is in all those trees, for anyone brave enough to find it. I think we have what it takes, don't you, stud?" she asks, moving over towards me and starting to undo the bonds. Her breath smelt of soft spices and her wet tongue lapped over my nose once before she pulled the sleeve free from me. "The ship will hover here until we come back for it."

We moved to the side of the ship and she threw over a rope ladder before throwing herself over and starting to climb down. After moving a few feet she hollered up for me to follow her, and we descended down towards that thick foliage. It was dense and moist the moment we hit the canopy, like the entire place was a pressure cooker, adding us to some unknown soup. My grip became loose as I encountered dew, or was it sweat? covering the ladder. I slid down several rungs, felt Veronica's surprised snout run into my butt, then we both went crashing down through the branches. They whipped at us painfully, but kept our descent from becoming too fast, and all too quickly we thudded against the soft mossy floor, amidst the cries of the local birds and the shriek of something I didn't really want to meet.

It hurt a little bit everywhere, arms and legs and a few good lashes across the chest and back, but it didn't feel terminal, so I was already climbing back to my feet and scrambling over to the prone form of Veronica. I shook her, calling to her, but she didn't want to wake up and I started to get worried. I gave one more shake and she rolled over onto her back, breasts bouncing in a way that I guiltily took notice of despite the situation. Oh, there was a dart in her neck, that explained a lot.

It was then that I started to wonder how a dart got into my friend's neck when I felt a sharp bite in my ass and reached down to slap at it, swatting a second dart free of my hide. I yelped, then swaggered. Something was making me drowsy, and I had to sit down, wobbling. I heard movement in the brush and jerked my head up, even if I was starting to have a hard time focusing properly. A tiny robin girl was grinning at me, and there was a beaver, and three cats and a dog, all wearing little more than loin clothes and wielding spears and nets. They came up on us, throwing the nets over us and gibbering amongst themselves a moment.

"What do you want?" I asked, though it came out more like 'Wha d'want.' than anything else, I wanted to sleep so bad.

"Don't worry," said one of the cats, her small tail curling around to brush under my chin, "We won't hurt you, you're a gift!"

"A gift!" chorused the rest of the midgets as they hefted us up into the air with surprising strength and began to haul us through the jungle, singing and celebrating their great catch, us. I closed my eyes for what felt like a moment, and I was somewhere else.

We were climbing out of the jungle. Well, the pygmies were climbing out of the jungle, Veronica and I were in separate nets, being carried along with almost no effort. I felt a small paw between my legs, squeezing and weighing my balls and I gasped. "Oh you're awake," said a voice, the same cat from before, "You're going to make the Queen so happy when she sees you," she purred out, nuzzling at my ass around where the tail emerged.

Her small hands groped at my bulging physique, to the appreciation of the other amazonian pygmies, who were bobbing their heads and speaking excitedly. I couldn't understand a lot of the words, but the fact that they were complimenting me seemed obvious. I reached out through the net as best I could to nudge Veronica, who woke with a start, looking around in a moment of panic.

"Where are we?" asked the vixen as she sat up, "Did we die in the fall?" she added with a frown, as if dying would be quite a nuisance for her. I couldn't help but to laugh a little and shake my head.

"No, we seem to be alive. They're taking us to a 'Queen' of some kind. I don't think they want to hurt us."

"Oh, hmmm, I've heard of these people before. You'd better watch your step around that queen of hers, she's been known to do terrible things to people who displease her," she warned with a bit of a sneer. What was she so happy about? We'd both be put in a cooking pot!

The procession moved up to a castle built into the side of a stony outcropping in the jungle. A moat filled with something sinuous was below us. I couldn't see what it was, exactly, but the water seemed alive with movement, wriggling around as if it were filled to the brim with eels. I was in no hurry to dive in and check it out.

We were brought into a courtyard and dropped there roughly. The pygmies scattered up towards the inner door and started banging on it in a cacophony of knocks and hollering, "Queen! Queenie! Open the door! We have something good for you! Gonna like it! Queen!"

They continued like that for a minute before they quieted and watched the door intently and silently, and the door slowly opened. A figure that seemed like a giant, at least compared to the pygmies, stepped out. Her shape was decidedly and pleasingly female, and she had snowy white fur and long erect ears. A rabbit, wearing a fur cloak despite the heat. The cloak had a white trim with black spots, and deep royal blue across the front and back, and atop her head was a crown worthy of her announced position, also trimmed in white fur that matched her natural fur quite well.

"What are these, trespassers in my kingdom!" she exclaimed, frowning and stepping towards us. Her every step made my heart flutter. She had mastered the saunter, and the way her hips rolled and breasts jostled had my complete attention, gawking a little at her despite the threat of her words.

"Trespassing, no, we'd never think of it," said Veronica, shaking her head, "We've come to..."

The rabbit held up a hand towards Veronica, then reached between my legs to trail the delightfully soft fur of her fingers down across the glans of my steely hard shaft, trailing slowly to the base, squeezing, "My, what a virile male, maybe he is worthy to be my pet, mmm, he can stay here, and I'll let his little friend go instead of cooking her," purred the rabbit. It wasn't what she said, but how she said it, I felt like putty in her hands, though my 'little friend' down stairs was anything but soft. I felt like I could explode at any minute.

I glanced around, noticing the pygmies were staring at the exchange quite intently, and gulped, "Well, what..." I paused to gasp as she grabbed at my balls, hips bucked upwards against her, "What if I fuck you, nice and good, and then we both go peacefully?"

Veronica frowned and lept between us, putting a hand over the head of my shaft, which felt great, but blocking it from the Queen's view and touching, "Never, no, no how! He's MY stud, mine!"

The queen rabbit stood up slowly, looking between the both of us before snorting, "You think you deserve him?" she asks, placing her hips on those nice round child bearing hips of hers, "I don't think you are. I'd treat him better... But I suppose you deserve a chance to prove your case. Let it not be said that I am unreasonable queen."

"All hail the queen!" exclaimed the assorted short females around us.

"Very well then, vixen bitch. If the feel of his cock pushing into you is worth your life..."

Veronica howled at the queen, "He's more than that! He's!" And she dropped suddenly, falling through a sudden trap door that appeared under her. Her hand was wrenched clean off my member, thankfully not gripping too hard at it, and I blinked. She was gone.

I looked up at the Queen, angry and confused, "She's my friend, what'd you do to her? Where is she?" I demanded.

She waved as if bored as the pygmies rushed to haul over a large standing mirror and place it to the side. In it I could see Veronica sliding down a chute. Hands suddenly reached out and grabbed at her hips, getting her harness securely, and giving her a heck of a wedgie. She yowled, proving that the mirror echoed sound just as well as it did images. The hand grabbed and groped at her, feeling her up even as it stripped her down to her fur, leaving her cursing and red before it nudged her right down the chute that was starting to become steeper and steeper.

While this was going on, the pygmies were moving up on me, taking advantage of the fact that my attention was on the mirror. suddenly they grabbed my wrists and lifted me right up to my feet, which was quite a trick, one pygmy standing on another's shoulders to get high enough for it. With two at either side holding me still, that cat from before danced up to me and giggled as she started undoing the harness I wore. It wasn't a lot of covering, but soon even its meager protection was stripped and tossed aside, "You have preparation," said the cat with a grin, "So just relax."

The cat got down on her knees and took out a seed, holding it up towards the Queen as if for approval. The rabbit nodded solemnly, then the cat grinned. She leaned up to kiss my right testicle, nuzzling it, "Oh how I wish it was me to have you," she whispered before she planted the seed directly between my legs in the soft earth under us.

On the mirror, Veronica's sharp drop suddenly ends in a huge vat of something gooey. She is lost to sight for a moment before a goop covered hand emerges at the top as she starts to haul herself free. "Dough!" Came her voice from the mirror as a dough-covered vixen flopped free of the vat, covered quite evenly, like a full parka of uncooked dough across her shapely form.

The Queen advanced on the mirror and spoke into it, "This is your challenge. Proceed forward and do try to avoid the water. If you are completely exposed, than your delicious stud becomes mine. Good luck." she said, her short tail wagging atop of that perfect ass. A guilty part of me thought for a moment if it would be all that bad if she won.

That part, and most the rest of me, stopped worrying about it when the seed under me exploded into growth. Vines wrapped up around my ankles and legs. They felt soft and yielding, but when I tried to pull away, I was rooted, pun intended, fast to the ground. The pygmies retreated with a chorus of giggles, moving away to watch the show. I could feel the plant proceeding rapidly up along my legs, wrapping around my hips and across my belly as the Queen stepped up, grabbing my full cock and stroking it slowly, "Look at her, running so hard," she whispered to me, glancing towards the mirror.

Inside, Veronica was diving under and leaping over wild sprays of waters from nozzles hidden in the walls of the tunnel she was dashing along. Each time the water hit her, a bit of her fiery red fur would be exposed. She seemed to volunteer a blast in the face, letting her see better, but soon her arms were free, and her chest, her breasts bouncing wildly with every manic step towards the end, even the tip of her tail cleaned, though the rest remained enclosed in the thick dough.

"She is very athletic," purred the Queen, "And built so well. Wouldn't she be a lovely catch," She stroked at me as she spoke with that hypnotic voice. It took just about all the concentration I had to avoid spraying into her perfectly soft paws. The vines were getting over my chest and along my arms, holding me still for the Queen's torturous, but so wonderful, attentions.

Veronica arrived at a podium and faced the mirror's surface, shouting, "Don't you go getting any ideas yet! I'm going to make it, and his big dick will be right here!" she proclaimed, grabbing her free tits and mashing them together while scowling at us through the mirror. She looked pretty and dangerous all at once, I almost wanted to laugh before another soft brush of the Queen's fingers had me trembling with lust.

Veronica arrived at the end of the tunnel, her bottom half still covered, that part of the test over. All there was before her was a seemingly endless river. Without hesitation, she lept in. I wasn't sure how the mirror worked, but it followed her without hesitation, showing the last of the dough disintegrate off of her shapely form. I could even see the pink of her vulva between powerful strokes of her athletic legs.

I glanced around and noticed the pygmies had suddenly vanished. Where had they gone? Veronica emerged on the far shore, shaking her fur dry before looking out of the mirror again, running her paws across her body, "Just think about me, Todd, how nice it will be when we're together again," she purred, then scowled at the rabbit, just growling before she continued her mad dash, just barely ducking as a sudden branch swung out at her from a niche in the wall.

The Queen released me to look at the mirror fully, tapping a large white fur a moment before she called out, "Release the Pies!" and started to laugh, clapping her paws as small cubby holes on either side of Veronica opened just before her and her way became a mine field of tossed pies of all sorts. Cream, fruit, it was hard to tell except when they scored a hit and splattered messily across Veronica's otherwise lustrous pelt, drawing yelps and angry cries from her as she tried to avoid as many of them as she could.

As I watched, en-rapt, I could hear the Queen's voice in my ear as she leaned in, "Just imagine putting that big, virile, hunk of meat of yours between those legs. Wouldn't that be nice?" I was confused, why was she encouraging me to think of Veronica? I couldn't argue though, it would be nice to grab her right then, to show her how much I liked her with every smooth thrust...

I snapped out of my daydream as Veronica put a paw down on a portion of floor that fell out under her, leaving her to fall down a new trap door, tumbling in darkness until she emerged into a chamber full of pies and pastries, almost carpeting the floor in desert confectioneries. The Queen laughs and shouts to her, "Go on, swim through to victory, my pretty little girl," she challenged as her hands moved to her own body, rubbing at her wet pussy lips with one paw, the other groping at that teardrop breast, leaving me to watch.

Veronica was focused on winning, diving forward into the sugary mess and awkwardly 'swimming' forward, dragging and crawling herself forward, becoming almost lost under a layer of sticky sugary gunk that stained her fur in a myriad of hues as she pushed forward despite it all.

She makes it past the field though, rising up to her feet and dashing only a few feet before she hits a ledge and looks down. Below her, a huge milk pitcher. Three large females in chef outfits were calling up to her, "Milk, Milk for the presentation cake!" they bellowed up at the vixen, stomping in place and looking quite eager indeed. Veronica lowered her hand between her legs and shouted a suitable replacement for milk, though it didn't seem to interest them. It got a good laugh out of Veronica though, even as she jumped forward, right into the pitcher.

The milk surrounded her, somehow I could still see her, part of the magic of the mirror, I assumed. She was floating in the sea of it, cooing childishly as she swam a little, much of the pie washing free of her, floating into the milk as she spoke without gargle, "I"m in the milk, and the milk's in me. Gods bless milk and Gods bless me!" she called out with glee as she rose to the top and looked down to the chefs still waiting below. She paddled out the milk to them a moment then dived back down, to emerge with a smaller pitcher, which she used to pour the milk down onto a cake they were making. With the milk added, it seemed to start expanding and forming rapidly.

As the layer cake bubbled up, the chefs went into a tornado of activity, decorating and tending to with singular focus. Veronica looked to the mirror, calling to the Queen, "I passed your test. He's mine to keep. Todd, you'd better be ready for me when I get out of here." She pulled herself up and out of the jar, resting her rump a moment before she slipped right off. I wasn't sure if she lost her grip or meant to jump, but either way she landed in the middle of the forming cake, which sealed around her almost instantly before she could complain about the fact. The chefs proclaimed the cake complete, and grabbed it in unison, shoving it forward into the mirror's surface. It broke through smoothly, landing in front of us.

The queen marched up and reached out a slender finger, dipping it into the cream and licking over it slowly with her tongue, "Mmmm, seasoned with her love for you, sweetened with her body, brought and baked with the heat of her loyalty to you. This is the best cake I have sampled in as long as I can remember," she compliments, ears twitching rapidly as she flicked her tongue out to clean the rest from her finger.

The cake exploded upwards as Veronica popped free, gasping in a large gulp of air before she looked around, then demanded of the Queen, "I've fulfilled my side of the deal, now it's your turn!"

The rabbit just smiled, reaching up for Veronica's hand, taking it and pulling her free easily. She leaned in and began to whisper to her quietly, and Veronica leaned to hear it, ear twitching a moment. The vixen got a big leer and began to approach me, "There's one little thing left to be done, apparently. You're not quite done cooking, she tells me."

I swallowed and I felt my ears going back. I swore I could just spray down the whole area at another touch. How much more could be needed?

She scooped up a mixture of cake and frosting, holding it between her black mitted paws and reaching out, slowly running the mixture across my pulsing shaft, sliding downwards towards the base as she gazed into my eyes, "Todd, my stud, accept this anointment of my dedication to you," she whispered as she reached under, working the gooey stuff into my low hanging balls. I grunted, then roared, releasing into climax, unable to hold back any longer.

As pleasure washed through me, there was a curious blocked feeling inside of me. A glance down showed that I wasn't releasing at all. The tension was slowly leaving me, but all of my seed was still where it began, and my cock remained hard as a rock. Veronica leaned in against me, placing her messy paws on my hips, "This time you're all mine. No one else is taking you from me," she promised, biting at my nose, my lips, kissing me in a timeless exchange of her passion and my own. What had I gotten myself into?

She stepped away from he suddenly, leaving me with my sugar coated dick as she sauntered back to the cake and began forming paddies with the remnants of it, looking over her shoulder once in a while as she shook her ass at me. If I could have reached her... but I couldn't, those vines would only rustle a bit when I pulled at them, holding me to the spot perfectly.

She hefted up the first one, asking, "Have you any last words?"

I considered that a moment, thinking back. I remembered reading in some obscure book when I was a kid that some old warriors would sing to make it through torture when captured in combat. Why not? It fit in with everything else in this weird world I found myself in, and I took a deep breath, "For the love of a vixen..." I began to sing. She looked confused a moment before she let a slab of pie crust and strawberry filling slap me along the right side of my snout. It tasted nice. I kept singing, she kept throwing. She started to laugh around the fourth projectile as it slapped my cock up against my belly a moment, making my singing pause just long enough for a needy grunt. I realized it was a game, just between us, and sang all the harder despite the rain of cake bits.

I felt a bit crusty, gooey bits all over my furry hide. I had an idea then just how messy Veronica must have felt, going through that obstacle course a moment ago. I felt hands on me suddenly. The Queen was behind me, grabbing at the root of my pole and pulling lightly, "He is ready," she announced, then stepping back, "And he truly..." she paused, trailing off, and tittering, moving away rather than finishing her words. Veronica glared at her, blushing hard in her nose.

"As if I didn't know that..." she murmured as she stepped up towards me, wielding a huge cube of cake. "And stop looking at me like that!" she exclaimed, bringing it down across my head, blinding me a moment before she was wrapped up with me, kissing fiercely and pushing me back. Despite all my earlier efforts to pull free, the soft shove from her has the vines bending and breaking, leaving me to fall down with her on top of me. She grabbed at my cock, then gasped, "Big," she breathed out, and I glanced. I was bigger, several inches longer, almost half an inch wider, and it felt so perfect. I grabbed for her hips and rolled over, slamming her to the ground lightly as I clambered up.

We slid together. Maybe it was a part of the magic of the whole thing, but I didn't feel any real resistance to my becoming one with her, pushing right to the root between her legs and grabbing hold of her, trembling with her as we cried out in mutual pleasure. We began to rock and quake, our messy hides slipping against one another as my huge shaft speared her. Despite the easy glide on the first push, her tunnel began to grab at me desperately, pulling and stroking even as I ground and rutted with her. At that moment, there was nothing in the world but her, and I didn't care about going home, or where that Queen was, just the feel of Veronica's trembling body, the curve of her hips and chest, the sound of her whimpering barks and how wet she was around me.

White pleasure burned through me, focused down through that pillar of virility I had her lanced on, my tongue working in vain to clean her fur as I pushed up harder, faster, my balls slapping up between her thighs as her legs hooked around me, encouraging me onwards by pulling me down on every thrust. I could feel her claws raking wetly through the gooey mess of my back, working down under my tail, grabbing at my wildly swaying sac and squeezing. Everything seemed to come to a point, and it felt like I was cumming out my soul into her, exploding violently into her with a strangled cry, quivering above her, locked in place with the magnitude of the release. She yipped in a shrill tone, then arched her back against me, joining me in blissful paralysis, until we came down to collapse in each other's arms, drained but utterly content.

As I began to fall asleep against Veronica, I could feel something pushing me away from her. I half opened an eye, murmuring a light complaint before I saw Veronica's eyes were wide. Her paws moved to her belly as it began to swell rapidly before my eyes, growing round and taught as her breasts gained a few inches with the almost inaudible sound of stretching, growing flesh. She moaned loudly and sank to sleep, quite pregnant looking. I was startled, almost enough to rouse, but whatever orgasm I just had took all I had, and even as I worried, I fell beside her, resting against her.

I could hear, just barely, one of the pygmies whispering to someone, "Next time I get to do it." and a soft round of tittering giggles.