FSE

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Characters belong to Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart

Written Will-O-Wisper

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"Will you hurry up, Badgerclops!" Yelled a black anthro cat wearing badass red hero armor and a cloak to complement his dark fur and emerald eyes. He folded his arms while tapping his digitigrade paw at the top of the steps. "It's the king for heaven's sake, we can't be late to his request. It's going to be epic! I can feel it."

"Tell... the king... to eliminate...stairs..." Badgerclops protested, having walked up 3 out of 10 steps. He wiped his forehead of sweat with his nonmechanical arm on his left, then transformed the hand of his right mechanical arm into a small fan. "So much better."

Maomao faceplanted and sighed as he impatiently waited. "Come on Badgerclops, the're bad guys waiting to be beaten, citizens that need protecting, and danger to be discovered around every corner. We won't get any of that if you can't make it."

"Hey, I got an idea," Badgerclops smiled as he made it up 2 more steps. "What do you say to me taking a break, and you can go on all these adventures? We've been doing them every day for over a month anyways."

"What are you talking about? Our adventures are still just beginning. We don't need rest. Let's go. The king is waiting. He seemed stressed, so this must be very important." Maomao beamed.

Eventually, the two finally made it into the king's chambers. The lion, king Snugglemane, was constantly changing positions in his chair. From laying down to slouching, to having his feet up on the armrests, to leaning, to sitting upside down. Soon he gave up and stood.

"Oh, this is just terrible, awful, tragic!" The king whined just before Maomao ran inside.

"Your majesty, what is it? What's the problem?"

"Oh, our hero Maomao I have the most dreadful news! And I just can't handle it anymore!"

"What? What?" Maomao asked excitedly, drawing his sword. "Is it an invasion of bad guys? No wait, a Spy infiltrated the city. Oh, I got it, you want us to infiltrate the bad guy's lair as a preemptive strike?"

"What? No! It's so much worse than that! Far worse. It's... It's... my seat cushion. I can't find it anywhere and it's so uncomfortable sitting on anything without it."

Maomao froze and his eye twitch. "...What?"

"My seat cushion. I used to take it with me everywhere. From my room to my private studies, to my tv room, game room, even my morning cup of tea room where I enjoy the view over my city. It's gone!" The king pouted as he stood upon his throne with his arms folded.

"I...I... You have got to be kidding me. King Snugglemane it's just a cushion, you can just find another one. It's not that big a deal."

Snugglemane was about to growl with steam coming out of his ears but when he noticed Maomao's rather nice-looking black fur he lightened up a little. He immediately appeared next to Maomao, much to the cat warrior's surprise. "Mmmm, perhaps you're right," he said picking up Maomao's arm to brush his fur. "Something much softer," he started, picking up Maomao's leg despite the protest and confusion. "Something much more lush and luxurious," he continued. Maomao tried to get away from the king, but he persisted in examining his body.

"King Snugglemane what are you doing?!" Maomao asked as Badgerclops snickered while watching from the door entrance.

"This is just perfect. As king, I decree, that Maomao will be my new seat cushion until my old cushion is found."

The room was silent for a moment.

"WHAT?!" Maomao yelled, making Badgerclops almost burst out laughing but he managed to hold his gut with one hand and cover his mouth with the other.

"Now Maomao, let's get you nice and fitted," the king said without skipping a beat.

"Wait, wait, what're you talking a... no, stay back... stop... ack!"

Before Maomao could defend himself, let alone fully comprehend what was happening, King Snugglemane grabbed the hero cat by his cape and yanked him into his hand.

Badgerclops stared in amazement as Snugglemane tossed Maomao's red clothes away. King Snugglemane took Maomao's head in one hand, feet in another, and in one motion squished him toward the center, flattening the black cat with glee. The shock made Maomao stick his tongue out from impulse and blep.

"This is just so exciting. You're far more flexible than I thought you'd be," the king commented.

"Put me down right now and turn me b-acckkkkk!" Maomao exclaimed as the king stretched him out by his ankles and neck. It was like holding an accordion, pulling and pushing back and forth to make sound come out from the center. Snugglemane enjoyed this as he took Maomao's flailing limbs and pushed them into the new black dough in his palms. Stuck and stunned by this entire situation, Maomao didn't know how to work his limbs to escape. In fact, his limbs were folded into his body, almost like they disappeared.

"Krrring Srrrnggrlemrrane! Lrret mrrre orrut! Sttrop drris aet rrronce! Brradrcgeclrrops! Brradgreerclorps! Hrrellp mrree!" Maomao yelled from his muffled doughy shape.

"You there," said the king as Baderclops snapped out of his stunned expression.

"Uh... yes, King Snugglemane?"

"I'm putting you in charge of finding and returning my previous seat cushion. Make it your top priority and leave no stone unturned. Is that understood?" Declared the king. While he talked his words overpowered the constant oomphs, oofs, acks, mmphs, and other muffled sound effects from Maomao. The king finished transforming Maomao into a new seat cushion. "Tadaa!" He showed off. With his limbs gone, his ears flattened, and his tail squished in, the only thing exposed was Maomao's face and whiskers. His eyes swirled in exhaustion, unable to comprehend anything.

Badgerclop thought about it and slowly smiled. "Yes, your majesty. I won't rest until I find your cushion and return it to you."

"How marvelous! Come now Maomao, we have tv to watch together and my favorite show is coming on. An 8-hour marathon!" He exclaimed as he ran off.

"Badgerclop! Help! Get that cushion!" Maomao yelled before they vanished. Badgerclop took a seat on the king's throne to relax for a few minutes when he felt something. He looked under the throne to see the king's cushion, making him grin widely. "Oh!"

The king skipped his way to his chambers happily humming despite Maomao's protest. Once inside the king's royal room with a huge TV next to the wall, he locked the doors after placing a do not disturb sign on it and went over to his very luxurious couch where he tossed his new cushion on it.

"King Snugglemane this has gone far enough! Now undo what you did to me and..." despite only being able to look up at the ceiling he heard something fall to the ground. "What was that?" Maomao got nervous when he got no response and saw pants and underwear go flying over and behind the couch. "King Snugglemane?" He got a bad feeling about this and when he saw two naked lion cheeks looming over his face, his eyes shrunk. "You wouldn't d- no DON'T!"

The Maomao cushion was silenced as the king placed his royal hide right on the cat warrior's face and turned on the TV. "Oh, ho ho, you feel just wonderful where you are. I could sit here for hours," the king smiled proudly.

"Wrrrat! Nrrrrrroo!" Maomao wiggled around violently under the butt. He rocked, he lightly bounced, he struggled, he thrashed, but nothing worked. His limbs wouldn't pop out, his growling and muffled complaints made the king's butt vibrate as a feature, and what's worse, every word he spoke tickled the king's balls. His mouth was directly under the king's sac while his nose was buried in the king's derriere. "I crran't brrelive drris es hrrappening trrro mrrreee!"

"Mmmm, so pleasant, so soft, so...soothing," said the king as he slouched. Maomao could barely see over the king's cheeks, barely making out the king's wagging tail.

"Hrreellp, srromerrone grret mree orrutaa hrreeere!" Maomao screamed into the butt. This only pleased the king more as Snugglemane hung his tongue out while blushing. He moaned as his cock slowly emerged. Maomao spat and continued complaining, unaware of the king's growing pleasure.

Once the king's cock fully emerged, Snugglemane lightly bounced on his new seat cushion and incidentally shoved his balls right into Maomao's mouth. Maomao screamed in horror at this, and that scream caused the king to leak cum from his tip.

"Oh yes, more, more, keep going!" The king said as he edged himself on, grabbing his cock to stroke and pump while smiling blissfully.

"Yrrrou crran't brree drroing wrrat I thrrink yrrour drroing! Yorrru crran't drrro drriss! I'rrm a hrrro! I crran't brree sreeen lirrrke thrris! Lreet mree grrro, grret ourrfa mree, rrand strrup enrrrojroyring drris. Drro yrru hrrrear mrree?! Krringgggg!"

The king didn't answer. His mind gave into euphoria as Maomao unintentionally caused the king to fap harder. The king looked up while jerking off, panting louder and louder with every word his subject made. In a matter of seconds, the king let out a massive load on the floor and some traveled down his length.

When some got in Maomao's mouth he shuddered hard and gagged. "Ey tthrink Irr'm grrruna brree srrick..."

The king slouched and completely covered Maomao's face.

"Mmmgmgrprrrrrrrrr!" Maomao screamed, completely covered.

"That felt absolutely fantastic," King Snugglemane said through panting. "I can't believe I didn't think of doing this sooner. You're so much better than my old cushion. From now on, I'll take you wherever I go. I'm not sitting on another seat from now on unless you're there to comfort me."

Maomao whined in dismay at his situation, unable to move and forced to suck the king's balls all the while. He prayed his best friend would find that cushion soon and the nightmare would be over.

Nearly a month later and the king continued using their warrior and protector as his personal seat cushion. The king would sit for hours while eating, watching TV, playing music and video games, and Maomao was even forced to sleep between the king's legs when he went to bed.

"It'll be okay," Maomao thought. "It's been several weeks but I know my friend. I'm sure he's right on the trail of whoever stole the king's original cushion. I just have to hold on a little longer. Soon, he'll come to the king's quarters, hand over the cushion, and I can put this entire nightmare behind me. Come on Badgerclops. Where are you?"

Badgerclops, after coming home from a long day of going up a total of 10 steps, walked over to the king's original cushion and sat on it. He leaned back and sighed contently while holding a muffin in his hand. "Man, this really is a comfortable cushion. I'm sure Maomao's just fine and wouldn't mind if I kept it for a few more months. What could happen?" He said to himself and happily took a bite of his treat, enjoying the quiet.