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--1-- The late afternoon sun glittered through the throne room's stained glass windows, casting a colorful display over King Iolite and Queen Amethyst as they sat on their royal thrones. They looked the very definition of regal as the sunlight danced over them. Queen Amethyst's purple clothes looked brilliant in the light, and her matching jewels glittered. The brown shade of her scales looked almost bronze, casting her beauty in a way as though a statue. Only her subtle smile and nod at the approaching count gave away her personhood. Iolite's red scales looked almost burning, meanwhile, accentuating his green tunic and velvety blue robe. He looked almost a god. The court lined the sides of the room, each bedecked in their finest clothes, and each hoping for a chance to have the ear of their beloved monarchs. It was a game, hearing audiences, but a beautiful and regal one - and one entirely necessary. "Count Blake! Please, step forward and behold your King and Queen!" Royal trumpeters blared a fanfare as one of the courtesans left the crowd and approached the throne. It was the Count of Oramund, a blue kobald wearing the cleanest rags he could find. He did not fit in with the rest of the crowd, which is exactly why the King and Queen chose him to go first. It would be well to remind their subjects the hardship others experienced, and that strife may one day visit them too. The count began with the obligatory praises and groveling due to royalty, which everyone endured with polite impatience. After a minute of elaborate titles and pretty words, he finally got to the meat of why he was here. For such a bedraggled noble, Count Blake had the silver tongue of a diplomat and orator. His plea was mercifully short and sweet, and it was not long before he reached the end. "...so it would be beneficial for the County of Oramund, but also for the kingdom as a whole if your royal highnesses saw it fit to lend financial assistance for the rebuilding of our eastern defenses." The count finished his speech with an imploring bow to the King and Queen, who gave each other a long, meaningful glance before nodding agreement and turning back towards their visitor. "Count Blake," King Iolite started. "We, of course, gladly open our treasury to the needy people of your lands. Our taxes are gathered for this exact purpose, are they not?" Queen Amethyst nodded in agreement and picked up from there. "Please, go and see the Treasurer. He will work out the specific details - we hope to have gold dispatched before the end of the month." The Count bowed so low his snout might have touched the ground, and thanked the monarchs profusely for their assistance. More pleasantries were exchanged, court procedures followed, and all was happy in the court of the Kobold Kingdom. "It is so!" declared Iolite with a happy smile. "To the wellbeing of our Kingdom! If any nobles of standing have reason to protest these declarations, speak now or forever hold your peace!" The court was silent for a moment for the legally required chance for objection. All was silent for that moment. Then, just before Queen Amethyst declared the matter decided, a bored voice spoke up. "I object!" The count cringed. The court cringed. The guards cringed. Most of all, Iolite and Amethyst cringed before slowly looking to their left. Seated there in a throne of her own, just outside the glimmering splendor of the late afternoon sun's light, sat Princess Amber, daughter of the royals and sole heir to the kingdom. She wore a pink dress with red gems that complimented her red coloring and matched the gems inset in her tiara. Her amber eyes, which she was named for, glinted with annoyance in the relative darkness. "...yes. Of course, dear daughter," Amethyst said finally, "it is your right to object. Can uh... We would like to hear your reason for objection." The king held his wife's hand to support her as she took the lead this time. "Might I remind you that you must have a legitimate reason to object to Count Blake's needs?" That rule was thought unneeded, but added after Amber held up four audiences in a row with her bored objections. Amber groaned and rolled her eyes. "I dunno. Like, maybe he should just make his people do it? Why pay them if he owns them?" The count here interjected. "Your Highness, I do not own my people. They are free-" "Yeah, yeah, same difference. If you can tell them to join the army, tell them to build your stuff. What's the big deal? Royal Assent denied or whatever. Now go away." Amber interrupted, not caring about his words at all. She was just bored sitting there, and wanted to spice up her afternoon. This did the trick, just like it had dozens of times in the past. The count's face fell, and King Iolite cut in. "Princess Amber, that is not a valid objection! Please, child, hold your tongue and observe. Learn, as you will have to do this yourself one day!" Amber rolled her eyes and sat up on her throne. "Sure, whatever you say, Dad." She crossed her arms stubbornly and glared at the count, who refused to meet her gaze. The court murmured, and Iolite nodded towards the count. Count Blake bowed again and beat a hasty retreat, lest Princess Amber speak up again and endanger his people's aid. The throne room doors thudded shut behind him. "Princess!" Queen Amethyst hissed at her daughter. "We spoke of this. You must respect the court! One day you will hold audience just like this, and you must be ready." Amber rolled her eyes. "Listen, I don't care. I'll let the magistrate take care of it or something. I'm a royal! I'm basically ordained by the gods to be rich and stuff! What's the point of being royal if I don't get to do what I want?" King Iolite glowered at her, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by the blare of the trumpeters. The king and queen straightened in their seats, but not before shooting Amber a look that told her the discussion was not over. "Announcing the Ambrose, Wizard of the East, protector of the Kingdom!" The king and queen again held hands and squeezed to reassure each other. A tall, regal figure slowly approached the throne and gave a shallow bow. He was robed in velvet green and rested his gnarled hands on a simple cane. Despite his bent and elderly visage, he somehow exuded elegance and power: the whole kingdom feared Ambrose. No one alive had seen him use his power, yet the memory of his might echoed through generations. Everyone knew quite well that Iolite and Amethyst, and indeed any royal, ruled only because he allowed it. "My king, my queen. My humble blessings to your rule, as always. You are great and wise, and mighty is your magnificence." The wizard's voice was quiet, yet carried through the whole of the silent chamber. King Iolite nodded graciously. "Wizard Ambrose, we are honored by your-" "You forgot something!" The whole room gasped as Princess Amber interjected. Everyone's gaze turned to Ambrose to see what he would do. To everyone's surprise, he gave Amber a polite smile. "Of course, Your Highness. Forgive an old man his forgetfulness. Thank you, Princess Amber, for reminding me. My humble blessing also to your future rule." This was a mercy rare from Ambrose, who was famously quick to anger. Both the king and queen breathed a sigh of relief, and the game continued. "Wizard Ambrose, thank you for your grace and understanding. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?" "It is but a small matter, I assure you. You see, there is a-" "If it's a small thing, go away and stop wasting my precious time," Amber interrupted again. King Iolite shot her a burning glare, but she was impervious to it. She just smiled towards her father, then glared at the wizard. "We're important, you're not. Really it's that simple. I want to get out of here, and so if you're going to drone on about stupid stuff, do me a favor and just don't." Ambrose gave Amber a mildly disapproving look. Chills ran down the spine of the king and queen, who both knew well what trouble that would mean. "Good Ambrose, please..." Queen Amethyst pleaded. Ambrose shook his head. "No, I shall grant this hatchling what she wishes for. She wants a life with all the luxury of the monarchy but without any of the responsibility... and I shall grant that." "Ambrose, please, don't do this!" Iolite slid out of his throne and fell to his knees in front of the wizard. "She's just a child, and we are trying our best. We will fix her up, I swear it!' The wizard looked to be considering it. Before he could make up his mind, Amber stood from her throne as well. "Shut up, dad. He's going to give me stuff! I told you that demanding shit was the best way to rule. C'mon, you old man. Give me what I deserve!' That did it. Ambrose raised his staff, and a green glow enveloped Princess Amber. For the first time, she began to look nervous. "Why, uh... why am I glowing green? What are you doing to me, Ambrose?" The glow intensified, and Ambrose smiled gently. "Why Princess, I'm simply doing as you order. I am, after all, your humble servant, just as I am a servant to your parents." Soon the light was too harsh to look at. No one dared approach the wizard or the princess, fearful of what could happen to them. There was nothing to do but wait it out. After a minute, the light faded, then disappeared altogether. Ambrose was gone. Princess Amber remained standing as she was before, looking confused. Everyone else looked confused, too. "Princess?" Iolite gently asked. "Baby girl, are you okay?" Amber slowly turned her head towards her father, then smiled... a gummy, drooly, toothless smile. "A... aba?" she babbled. Her parents remained frozen in place, simply staring at their daughter's new look. Was this the punishment? Taking away her teeth so she couldn't speak, so she'd never find a prince? "Ah... ababababa!" Amber continued to babble with a happy grin. Drool spilled over onto her breasts, soaking through her dress. "Amber, baby girl. Are you alright? C-Can you speak to us?" Iolite stood up and approached his child cautiously. Amber giggled. One hand hiked up the front of her dress to expose a rock hard cock tenting her panties. She began to rub and her babbling mixed with moans. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and she started to hump needily into the air. The court was already murmuring, but this wanton display of lewdness sent them over the edge. A mixture of horrified conversation and muffled laughter filled the air among them. There was a sense that she really did deserve it. Only her parents were not speaking, simply absorbing their new situation with horrified looks. Amber fell onto her chest and began to flop about, babbling and drooling the whole time. It was like she had neither the strength nor mental ability to even coordinate her movements anymore. The way she fell hiked her dress up to expose her panties and tent. With an immense amount of effort, Amber propped her ass up in the air. No one could look away as the front of her panties grew dark with piss, and soon it leaked onto the floor, dribbling down her legs into a puddle. The back of her panties turned brown as she pushed out thick, crackling logs of mush without a care in the world. Mound after mound formed before rolling down her panties, gathering between her legs. It wasn't long before her panties sagged so drastically that she began to shit directly onto the floor. "G-Guards." It had taken this long for Queen Amethyst to gather her composure. "Guards, please... take the princess to her quarters. Send a diplomat to the tower of Ambrose. Let him beg, plead, anything to get our daughter back." King Iolite reached for his wife's hand and squeezed. Days passed, and days turned to weeks, and then finally a month. Diplomat after diplomat returned empty handed. The king and queen begged for help, both from the court's wizards and even foreign lands, but no one dared even attempt to mess with Ambrose's curse. Who knew what would happen if they fiddled with it? Finally, a letter arrived from Ambrose, delivered by the latest diplomat who they had sent bearing gifts and gold. It was short and sweet. "My King and Queen: I do not hold you responsible for a rotten hatchling. My loyalty to your rule remains strong. However, I will not remove my curse from your daughter, and anyone who tries shall be afflicted with the same fate. Princess Amber demanded my services, and I gave them. She will live forever in the lap of luxury, and never will she be burdened with responsibility again. Take comfort in the fact that your baby girl is forever happy." It was at that point the king and queen knew all hope was lost. This was no temporary affliction: the Amber they knew was lost to them forever. She would forever be their baby girl. It was a bittersweet moment, to both their surprise: neither would ever admit it, but dealing with Amber as a baby was much easier than dealing with her as a spoiled princess. --2-- Amber's former handmaiden, now babysitter, stood outside the door to the princess' room with trepidation. She had heard of Amber's affliction and could not believe it, but here she was, hired as a minder for her. Apparently they'd gone through three other babysitters in a few months: Queen Amethyst had personally asked her to come on as a favor. She had thought perhaps a familiar face would placate her infantile daughter. Well. No reason to delay any longer. "Amber?" the handmaiden asked as she slowly opened the door. "Amber, you in here? You doing okay?" The room she walked into was entirely unfamiliar to her. The last time she was there, the place was decorated in autumn colors, with jewels everywhere and gaudy golden ornaments hanging off the walls. Now brightly colored tapestries covered those walls, and in place of Amber's sprawling bed was a simple white crib. The room was stripped bare of the rest of the furniture, and the only thing that was left was a giant toy box, a changing table, a diaper pail, and what was presumably a supply closet. Where once the princess might have a music box playing, the only sounds in the room were her giggling and babbling. In the center of the room lay the princess herself. The handmaiden turned a deep red at the sight. Amber was known to be one of the most fashion forward people in the kingdom, and it was common to see her done up to the nines even on a normal day. On a spring day such as this, the handmaiden would have expected to see her in a golden, glittering dress to match her tiara, perhaps with an interesting sash or adornments on her horns. This... was not that. Amber stared up at the ceiling with a wide, drooly smile, giggling and gurgling at the mobile hung above her. She was almost completely naked: her breasts were exposed, and she wore nothing but a thick cloth diaper that spread her legs out and lifted her rump slightly off the ground. Drool coated her chin and chest, and dripped down the sides of her cheek to pool around her head. The scent of the wildflowers outside the window filled the room, but mixed in was the unmistakable stench of stale piss and old shit. The handmaiden's eyes flicked towards Amber's cloth diaper: at the very least that was clean. "Am... Amber?" the handmaiden said nervously. "Are you... do you know who I am?" Amber turned her head towards the noise - flopped, more accurately - and locked eyes with the handmaiden. "Ahblbhblbl!" she exclaimed. The maiden sighed. It was too much to hope that her mere presence would break a curse that strong. "Oh, Amber," she sighed. "I'm sorry this happened to you. Even you didn't deserve this." The royal kobold babbled again and started to flop her limbs around. The maiden thought that she might be trying to get up, but as she giggled, it became clear that this was just what fun was to the princess. At the very least, the 'entertainment' part of her job should be easy. "Alright Princess, what do you like to do, huh?" The maiden's voice adopted the sing-song quality one used while speaking to babies. "You wanna play?" She picked up a handful of colorful wooden blocks and crouched down next to her drooly charge. "What do you do for fun? Can you show me?" Amber reached out for the blocks, but she was unable to keep her arms in the air for very long. Each time she extended too far, they flopped to the ground, and the poor princess had to try again. Eventually the maiden just gave them to her, and Amber started happily chewing on them. The maiden stood up and sighed again. This was a rather shitty fate for a rather shitty princess... but at least it wasn't all bad for her. She could handle playing with an overgrown baby for a few months. Maybe she could even just become her caretaker in general. That had to come with a decent stipend, right? She could get used to this. As if to defy her, Amber let the blocks drop from her maw onto the ground. She looked blankly ahead and furrowed her head. She strained, grunted... and pushed out log after log of thick, steaming shit into her diapers. The crackling filled the air, and Amber just babbled happily at the handmaiden's horrified face. A hissing noise followed as the princess flooded the front of her diapers too, just to complete the duo. A strange tent rose in the front of her diapers. The maiden turned pale and shook her head: she'd heard that the princess had a cock, but had never wanted to see it herself. But the cock aside, this what she was here for too, she reminded herself. Amber needed her diapers changed, and she was going to be paid handsomely to do it. She could ignore a little unintended erections. It was probably just natural, right? Amber wasn't aroused, she didn't even have a brain! It was just... the body doing body things. Right? Amber let out a low moan as her mess brushed up against the bottom of her balls. She started to hump into the air, slowly at first but quickly speeding up to slosh as much mush to the front as she could possibly manage. Once she got enough against her cock, she flopped over onto her belly and started grinding against the ground. Each thrust came with a moan, and each moan ended in a brainless babble. Pleasure built up between her legs, and her thrusting became more and more erratic. Moments afterwards she squealed while she came into her diapers, then slumped in exhaustion. The handmaiden stared at her former friend, gaping in horror at the display. She'd never seen something so disgusting... but at least it was over. Hopefully it wasn't something she had to deal with often. As if to prove her wrong, Amber immediately started humping wildly into her diapers again. Evidently Amber's legendary sex drive was the only thing to survive the curse. As the babbling royal built up to another climax, the handmaiden quietly slipped out of the room. Giving Amber a little privacy was the least that she could do, considering the circumstances. The moment the door clicked shut, Amber stopped humping and looked up. It was difficult to position her body properly, but she looked towards the door to make sure her babysitter was gone. Once satisfied, Amber forced herself onto all fours. It was obviously difficult, and each movement threatened to send her toppling over, but bit by bit she made her way to her real goal: the overloaded diaper pail in the middle of the room. It was a disgusting thing to behold. Maiden after maiden was enlisted to take care of Amber, but always quit after a single diaper change. The wash ladies conveniently forgot to empty the pail into the general laundry, so it built up more and more. It was white stone, elegantly carved out of marble and bore the princess' visage as a way to give it more dignity, but the dried shit caked onto the lid betrayed its true purpose. It stank as well, and that's what really attracted Amber to it. The scent of her own stale shit and piss was even better to her than the myriad flowers outside the window, and she'd never got a chance to really enjoy it directly. Her babysitters all had prevented her from getting too close out of worry for it tipping... until now. It would be too much to ascribe this to Amber's planning or any intelligence on her part, but it was certainly convenient. She finally arrived at the smelly white pail, and for a moment she knew not what to do. It towered above her, so tantalizingly close, yet equally out of reach. If she had stood it would have been waist height at best, but all fours was the best she could do, and that was with immense effort. It was so close. Shakily she braced her hand against the side of the pail. Like a toddler learning to walk, Amber tried to use the pail to keep her balance as she figured out how to use her feet. Unfortunately, she was much, much heavier than a toddler. As she tried to push herself up, the pail slid, caught on a stone, then toppled to the ground with a loud crash. The pail split in three pieces and every old cloth diaper she'd used in the past month came tumbling out. Some stayed pinned closed, but most of them flipped open, exposing their disgusting contents and blasting Amber with a wave of heavy, earthen shit scent. The kobold gasped at the scent and flinched. It was so heavy, so suffocating, so... so good! With a gleeful squeal she crawled over to the pile of opened diapers, then flopped into them face first. At one time they were separate, but time had merged the piss and shit into a pile of disgusting, multi-colored goop which squelched against her scale and made her feel so wonderfully slimy and slick. Amber grabbed handful after handful and began smearing them against her belly, her face, even spending an inordinate amount of time squishing it against her pert breasts and rubbing her nipples with it. The coldness might have put most people off, but for Amber it was a sweet relief from the warmth of outside, and the slime was just so smelly and felt so interesting! After a little while she flopped onto her back and let the disgusting mixture cover her back as well. It burbled up against her pits, and she was more than glad to rub it in there as well. The heavy, almost acrid scent surrounded her, the cold embrace of the shit and piss mix comforted her, and the goop looked so, so pretty on her breasts! It even sounded nice, schlicking and burbling as she rolled around slightly in it. She held a handful of the goop over her face, not flinching as some dribbled down onto her cheek. It smelled, felt, and even sounded good. What if...? She opened her maw wide, but paused as she heard the creaking of the door. "Amber, are you done- Oh god!" The handmaiden stood in the doorway in utter shock, turning a slight green as she took in the disgusting sight. She'd taken the job because of how she remembered Amber - elegant, refined, even occasionally an intelligent verbal sparring partner. But this... this thing, the baby-brained woman smearing shit on her tits, this wasn't Amber. This isn't what she signed up for. "I... fuck. Fuck, fuck it, I quit!" The handmaiden whirled around and almost ran down the hall to escape the image seared into her mind. The queen and king could do what they wanted to her, there was no way she'd ever stoop so low as to take care of that thing. Amber watched after her for a moment before forgetting her entirely. Her sole focus was on what was directly in front of her, and at this moment, that happened to be the pungent but possibly delicious gunk in her hands. The mixtures of brown and yellow were so pretty, and reminded her of the mush she was fed for breakfast... so she opened her maw once again, closed her eyes, and let the filth plop inside her mouth. The explosion of taste was instant and overwhelming. She moaned and squirmed on the ground as her limited mind attempted to wrestle with the strangeness and intensity of this new flavor. It was so much more than the bland stuff they spoon fed her every morning... and it was so much better! She mushed it around her mouth for a little, making sure to coat her entire tongue before finally swallowing it down. And then she reached down for more. Minutes later, her parents stood in the doorway, staring at what had become of her daughter. They both wore the same expression of horror as they watched her gulp down the contents of a third diaper, despite her bulging belly being obviously full. "I can't believe it. That was the eighth handmaiden in half as many weeks," Amethyst sighed. She grabbed her husband's hand and squeezed. "We can't keep doing this." "At least she's more pleasant to be around now," her husband offered. The king and queen shared a half smile. "That's true enough," said Amethyst as they stared on. "And hey, she's feeding herself too. That's an improvement. --3-- King Iolite left Queen Amethyst with her daughter, muttering something about 'business that needs attending'. It was a common pattern, and the queen shook her head. This was the one thing that had ever caused friction in their marriage, but she couldn't rightly blame him for trying to deal with it the least amount he could. That wasn't important. What was important was the woman directly in front of her, once the apple of her eye, but always her daughter. Amethyst sighed, smiled, and approached her stinky girl. "Why hello there, darling!" she cooed as she crouched down. Amber dropped a glob of filth on her face, then looked at her mother with wide, empty eyes. "You're quite dirty, aren't you? Let's get you all cleaned up, shall we? Let's go!" Amethyst swallowed back her disgust and slid her arms beneath her daughter, grateful at least for the lubrication of the shit-piss mixture. Then, with a grunt, she lifted Amber into her arms and held her close to her chest. They slowly made their way out the door and down the hall, taking a left into her own private suite. A servant politely held in his gagging as they passed. Amethyst smiled at him and nodded in his direction. "Ma'am?" "Draw a bath in my personal room, please. There should be enough hot water to fill it, and the buckets are in the boiler room." He nodded and set off immediately. It was comforting to see how everyone's care for her and her husband translated into deference for their daughter's situation. She took Amber into her room and entertained her with colorful blocks (and kept her away from any fabrics) while her servants prepared everything. Then, once she was given the go-ahead, Amethyst led Amber into the bathroom. Everything was set as luxuriously as if she herself were taking the bath: lavender oil diffused into the air, candles set the mood and rose petals floated on top of the steaming, partially filled tub. It was a bit of a shame that Amber couldn't appreciate the effort that went into keeping her comfortable. "Are you ready for bathtime, baby?" she asked. Amber babble happily, looking up at the nice lady standing by her. Amethyst took that as a 'yes'. "Alright, let's get you ready kiddo." She squatted down next to her daughter and scraped as much muck from her scales as she could. Then, she slid Amber onto her back and undid her diaper. It was a deep brown at this point, but not a trickle of anything had leaked. The inside was rather messy and held a strange amount of white: cum? Amethyst blushed at the thought and slid the used diaper away before sliding her daughter into the bath. Amber babbled and cooed as the warm water lapped at her body. Once clear, it very quickly turned brown as the shit stuck to her scales dissolved. Amethyst made a mental note to have her servants scrub the tub thoroughly before she had her next bath. "Alright baby, let's get you clean. Can you help mommy scrub?" Memories flitted through Amethyst's mind as she used to hand to rub the filth away. She'd done this so many times as a new mother, despite her servants' insistence that she not debase herself with such a dirty task. It was below her, they thought: she thought otherwise. It was one of the reasons King Iolite fell for her in the first place. Now things were different. Back then, Amber would fuss and splash the entire time, resenting that anyone would ever give her a bath. She was a rambunctious child, and one with a surprising amount of pride and stubbornness. Her own mother told of how sweet bath time between them was growing up, how they grew close and played together. She'd never got to experience that with Amber. Now, though, Amber was different. She was happy to coo and relax into the warm water, and appreciative of the nice lady rubbing her all over. She gave her mother a warm, happy smile, and Amethyst returned it. She would never say she was grateful for Ambrose's curse, but she had to admit it was nice to have a second chance of sorts. An opportunity to have those memories she'd always wanted. As Amethyst started scrubbing beneath the water, something poked up out of the water. The queen tipped her head and brushed the rose petals off the strange bobbing object, then quickly yanked her hand back with a yelp. Amber's cockhead throbbed in the air, and precum dribbled out into the water. Apparently, her daughter had enjoyed the rubbing in more than one way. Things certainly were different than before. She stared at her daughter's cock for a few minutes before sighing. What was the harm? Her kid always got hard when they were close, but she didn't mean anything by it. She just knew that nice things felt nice. There was nothing to do but get back to it and do her best to ignore her daughter's throbbing desire for her... and the tingling arousal spreading out from between her legs to her entire body. Not all of the wet spots on the queen's garments were from accidental splashes. Amethyst finished cleaning Amber soon after. Her clothes were soaked through, so she disrobed before pulling her daughter out of the bath. The babbling princess clung tightly to her mother's chest as she was carried out to the silky embrace of her mother's bed. As much as the servants had done their best, Amethyst noted there were no towels awaiting them in her room. That was fine: they could drip dry naked. Who was going to see? The kobold queen sat on the edge of her bed and drew her daughter onto her lap. Amber lay across Amethyst's legs and squirmed happily. Her legs flopped here and there, aimlessly moving, but her hands shakily reached up to grab at her mother's heavy breasts. They had gone through this song and dance several times, with Amethyst redirecting her daughter's horny advances again and again... but the tingling arousal had spread through Amethyst's body, and she found her heart racing. Amber's throbbing, rock hard cock burped pre onto her belly, twitching unattended between her legs. No one was around. No one would know if... Amethyst did nothing to prevent Amber's hands from their destination. If her daughter wanted to grope her, where was the harm? Amber grabbed onto her mother's breasts and gently palmed them. Amethyst let out an involuntary squeak as the sensation radiated through her body. Her daughter continued to molest her, and the queen leaned down to give her child better access. Her heavy breasts swung over Amber's face as she played with them, and her right hand slid out to rest on Amber's inner thigh. There was no harm in indulging just this once. Right? She walked the fine line between allowing exploration and active encouragement for a while, though her moans encouraged her daughter to continue on. Eventually her balls brushed against her mother's hands, and the queen gasped. She had never thought she was the type to touch her daughter like that... but they were so warm, and her cock was so neglected. Oh, to hell with it. No one would know, would they? Amethyst slid her daughter up on her lap, pressing her lips against nipples, and Amber took to it immediately. The princess cooed and closed her eyes as she nursed on her mother's breasts, and her mother's hand slid to the base of her cock. Amber groaned and thrusted into her hands, and Amethyst held back another moan as she gave her daughter a handjob. Pleasure radiated from her nipples through the rest of her body, and her free hand slid to her own clit. She rubbed herself softly, letting the two sink deep into their bliss. Her daughter's cock was so warm, so virile... it was almost as thick as her father's. What would he think if he saw his wife breastfeeding his daughter while jacking her off? She had no time to wonder. The door swung open, and Amethyst froze. Iolite walked in unseeing and closed the door behind him. "I'm sorry to intrude my dear, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I should not have left you alone. Can you forgive me?" He turned around, and then it was his turn to freeze. Only Amber moved, eagerly thrusting into her mother's hand and nursing her breasts as her father watched. The shamelessness of innocence was something to behold. "I..." Amethyst knew not what to say. "I want to say it isn't what it looks like, but..." "But it is." Iolite's voice was husky and soft as he took in the horrid, incesteous sight. "Is this what you do every time I leave you alone to deal with our child?" Amethyst swallowed. Despite the situation, she didn't think to pull away from Amber. She felt so good with her daughter's lips all over her nipples and her warm cock grinding into her hand. "This is the first time, I swear." Iolite frowned, and then simply stood for a while. Amethyst waited for his reaction. Anger, disgust, confusion, anything would be better than the nothing she was faced with. Finally, he grinned. "I'm sorry to hear it. You've been missing out, my dear." "I'm sorry, I never meant... to..." Amethyst shook her head as if to clear her ears. "Wait. What did you say?" Rather than replying, Iolite slid off his robe and undergarments, revealing his husky frame, brilliant scales, and his throbbing cock, drooling precum onto the ground. Amethyst stared in shock. "Been doing it for a while," Iolite admitted. He took a few steps over to his wife and daughter as he spoke, idly jerking himself the whole time. He lifted up his heavy balls then plopped them onto his daughter's face. "Started a few days in, and well... what can I say? She doesn't mind." Indeed, Amber continued to eagerly suckle at her mother's breasts and hump into her hand. Amethyst's instincts were to shame him, recoil in horror, maybe yell... but her arousal only grew. She started to jerk off her daughter more vigorously, occasionally leaning over to kiss the tip of her husband's cock. "I think she likes it," Amethyst admitted, "and honestly I like it too. There's no reason we can't show our love this way. It's the way she understands most!" Iolite grunted and nodded in agreement: he'd already justified it to himself ages ago, and so didn't need to do the same process over again. All he cared about was how great his daughter's face felt against his sensitive sack. The three fell into a pleasure filled haze, their senses melded into a blissful symphony. The only sound was their grunts, huffs, gasps and skin sliding against skin. The grunts and moans grew louder and more frequent, coming quick and quicker until- "Oh, fuck!" Amethyst gasped as her entire body was wracked with the most pleasurable orgasm she'd had in years. The king's balls tensed up, and he quickly aimed his cock to splatter each thick rope of white cum against Amber's smiling face. The taste of her father's cum finally sent Amber over the edge, and she let out a mindless gurgle as she pumped into her mother's hand one last time. Her cock throbbed as splatter after splatter of her own cum joined her father's, decorating her face and tits. The three fell back onto the bed as one, taking a while just to embrace the sweat and afterglow. Amethyst brought Amber between her and Iolite. They cuddled for a long while, holding their daughter close and softly kissing each other. After so many months of stress and worry about Amber, it was so nice to just get some sort of release. No... to get a solution. "You know... I could live with this," Iolite whispered. Amethyst nodded. "C'mon, let's get her cleaned up. She'll sleep in the bassinet tonight, right next to our bed... perhaps she can move all of her things in here. We'll sleep together as a family." The two parents took one of their silken sheets and gently cleaned their little girl up, making sure to get the cum out from every crevice. After that, Amethyst let Amber's head rest on her lap while Iolite diapered her up, making sure her cloth diaper was firmly secured before pinning it shut. By the end, Amber was yawning and snuggling into her mother's lap. It looked as if she could barely keep her eyes open. "Aw, my little sleepy girl," Iolite said with a smile. He picked up Amber in his strong arms and walked her over to her bassinet. He looked down at the princess for a long while, simply taking in how blissfull she looked. She hadn't seemed that at peace since... well, since she could talk. Perhaps this really was for the best. Amethyst joined him, leaning her head against his shoulder. "It's bedtime, baby. Sleep well, because Mommy and Daddy will be here in the morning." Amber yawned again, and as Iolite gently set her into the bassinet, her eyes slowly closed. She turned on her side and popped her thumb in her mouth. It was comforting to her, and she began to softly suckle at it. Iolite and Amethyst gave each other a long, meaningful look. Iolite's hand wandered down the side of his wife's hips, and Amethyst leaned further into his chest. If Amber truly was a lost cause - and truly was better this way - then... they'd have to have a new heir, wouldn't they? The last thing Amber heard before she drifted off to a happy sleep were the grunts and moans of her mommy and daddy fucking feet away from her, making sweet love borne from the love they had for her. It was all she could ever want.