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And once again, thanks to the help of http://mutt-boi.sofurry.com/ , I join the ranks of the english writers.

With an attempt to butcher famous child literature. If someone doesn´t want to read this, turn now. You have been warned.

For all the others, enjoy and leave comments :)

The Night in Narnia

by Were-Gato, edited by Mutt Boi (or: how to enjoy a victory)

Prolog

It was the evening of triumph. There was music all over the mighty and Cair Paravel was dancing without end.

The white witch was defeated, and all the winter disappeared from Narnia. Ice and bitter coldness went back to the north. In their place stepped now the long missed smells of spring, hovering in the air like sweet wine. It was an evening of reunion. All people of Narnia, fauns and animals, nymphs and dwarfs who the white witch hexed to stone, lived again and reunited with their families. Aslan himself had given the land its new rulers. Four kings and queens, how should lead the torn land on a way into a new golden age.

There was every reason to party. The dance went on till it was darkest night. It only ended when the four majesties went to bed. The richest and highest rooms were prepared for them, as it was only reasonable. The tired humans wished good night and went to rest. As so began their first night in the castle.

1. Lucy, the Valiant

Lucy awoke as she heared a silent crying. At first she thought it was part of a dream, but then she could hear it again. The crying came from a corner in her own room. Sitting up in the bed, Lucy starred into the darkness. In this moment two clouds parted in the sky, and a ray of moonlight enlightened the young queen's chamber. The silver light fell on a fox sitting in the corner who held his paws over his eyes. He cried silently.

"Hello?" Lucy asked reluctantly.

The fox startled. He jumped on his legs, pressed his snout into the carpet whined even more pathetically.

"Your majesty, I broke your slumber. That's inexcusable, inexcusable."

Lucy immediately felt compassion for the little fox.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Novid," the fox shyly answered, "Your faithful nightly servant, your majesty. Do you with for anything, your majesty? A refreshing drink? Some sweets? Please, how can I make up for my nefarious behaving?"

Lucy winked the fox to her, gesturing him onto the bed. It needed a very stern look before Novid dared to jump on to the royal bed. The young queen inspected the shy foxface, "You have cried," Lucy said.

"Yes, your majesty, I did," Novid admitted, "And I curse all my tears for that they broke your sleep."

"Why did you cry?"

"Oh, Your majesty, I could never let you to be dragged down with my despair. Please, how can I correct my horrible mistakes?"

"Come to me," Lucy ordered.

Timidly, the fox slipped around, came one paw length nearer, then another one. Till Lucy lost her patience, gripped Novid's neck and cuddled him in her lap.

"And now, you will tell me why you have cried," the young queen demanded while softly cozying the warm fox fur.

"As Your majesty wishes," Novid sought, "I just remembered my beloved wife. It's now three years since she was with me."

Lucy swallowed dry, "Is she...?"

Novid nodded, "She fell victim to the white witch, like so many others. So long I have mourned for her, and thought it would finally be beyond me. But in nights like these, under a moon like this, I still recall our first night together, and I just want do have her. I almost believe I could smell her. The soft odor of her heat, as she opened her legs for me and..."

At this moment, Lucy's hand touched something hard, and the fox jumped frightened.

"Oh no! Ex... Excuse so much me your majesty. The dream, it took me away, I..."

The fox tried to escape, but the young queen hold him tight as her hand wandered deeper. The fox froze under the touch of her soft fingers, and long missed feelings began to grow between his hind legs.

"What is that?" Lucy asked, without stopping to pet her servant. Her fingertips carefully stroked the strange hard piece of flesh, that suddenly slipped out of the fox's furry purse.

"Oh your majesty," Novid whined, "The remembering of my wife seems to have more awoken then I thought. I am so sorry, I...I..."

Novid's breathing got faster and faster. His words got lost. Everything in his head was suddenly turning. It was the queen of all people, who touched him. How could he? How dared he? But the fingers, those beautiful fingers, touched him so marvelously.

"Is something wrong?" Lucy asked reluctantly.

The fox barked high and fast.

Lucy startled, "Do I hurt you?"

"No", Novid almost screamed, "It is such a pleasure. But Your majesty, I... I can never be worthy of such a gift. If you please...Ohhhhhh."

"I don't know that much about foxes." Lucy admitted. She was a child of the city after all, till a few weeks ago never had encountered a meadow or a forest, at least of all any animals in there. Since she was in Narnia, she couldn't just rely on what she knew.

"Are you sure, I'm not hurting you?"

"Definitely, your majesty. It is just... uhhhh, so beneath your grace to help a servant like me to jer... to milk me."

The hard muscle became rapidly wetter the more Lucy played with it, and even if she don't fully understand what she was doing, the fox seemed to enjoy it.

"Milk?" she giggled, "But one can only milk cows. And even then only the girls." Her hand moved faster. The wet flapping sounds became louder, along with a sour but strangely arousing smell.

The fox's eyes fluttered, "Not in Narnia, Your majestyyy. Here, even we boys give you our creamy milk. And it will be rich, and potent and... aouhhh!" His howling became even faster. "Please, Your majesty, my... cream is on its way. Please, Your majesty, I crave you; don´t stop!"

The young queen pumped with all her might. Her hand, slimy from all the dripping foxjuice, gripped Novid's member like a hungry mouth. The fox trembled in her arms. Lucy smiled. Always she had wished for herself, to be able to help all the little animals. Now she finally could. In Novids head everything turned upside down. His wife's heat, the hands of the queen on his body, all the other fox girls he had ever encountered. Every thought he owned, everything he was or could be, all was focused now in that one place between his legs.

"Your majesty!" he gasped once more and squirted. Fascinated Lucy watched the white fountain, as it spurted out of the fox's member. The liquid rose high above before it fell back onto the fox's chest and belly. Some drops even landed on the queen's cheeks. Lucy smiled.

"So that's how foxes give milk."

It doesn't appear to be all that much, perhaps enough for one of the smaller glasses. But the fox after all was much smaller then a cow, so it seemed to fit. Novid laid flat in her arms und breathed heavily. A heavenly smile across his face.

A wave of pride flooded into the young queen. She had milked a fox; alone, without the help of Susan or anybody else. Strangely curious she brought her slimy hand up to her nose and inhaled. The smell seemed to touch something deep in herself; something that she had never felt before. In the heat of this moment, she even dared to drip a drop fox milk on her tongue and taste it. It wasn't very pleasant, pretty salty and bitter, but this didn't minder her achievement.

"Now, do you feel better?" she asked mildly.

The fox looked up to his queen as if he was awakening from a beautiful dream, "Your majesty," he breathed managed to speak, "You were unbelievable! Nobody else had ever jerked... I mean milked me like this. You are a natural, what a miracle!"

Lucy beamed with joy and felt even better then before.

"I'm always there for my people."

Novid slowly found back to reality and came back on his paws. Carefully avoiding any more dirt on the royal bed. The smell of vulpine love had left his head spinning. As he shakenly jumped of the sheets, his ability to think straight slowly returned.

"Your majesty, I could never be worthy to the honor you gave me tonight, but still I have to ask you for one more favour."

"And what would that be?"

"It is a little awkward amon us foxes, the milking and everything. Would you therefore consider, to hold this little episode a secret?"

Lucy smiled generously, "I think, we could do that."

She got of her bed and filled her washing bowl. Her fingers were still slimy, and even if she somehow liked it, a queen would not sleep dirty.

"Oh, and Novid."

The fox arouse. Lucy leaned down to him and whispered, "If your milk pressure is rising again, feel free to come back to me."

Novid's balls jumped in his sack. As long as the young queen didn't know what she was doing, she saw no reason to be shy about it.

"Your majesty see me very pleased with this."

End Part 1