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Subservient, not a Slave

Mikhail Alkaev had a smile on his face as the steam billowed up from the sink to moisten his scales and feathers, collar feeling quite tight around his neck. He was doing dishes in the castle, and the hot water was a constant reminder that he was in a better place and would never be returning to the hell that was the Uriel Brothel. It had been nearly a year since he'd been rescued, and was now a servant in the Castle Arrenthen, capitol of the nation and home of the queen Talba Ebonoldty and her king Vaulix Arraidama.

Dish duty was far kinder to him than any role he'd been put into before, so he was happy to do it. Up until he'd been plucked from the brothel, his life was one dour event after another, culminating in his sale to the sex trade for a minor indiscretion he'd levied upon his then-master. All of that was behind him, and it was time to look forward to a comfortable life in the castle alongside nobles and royals.

"Hey, have you got the full set ready?" Arnika asked. She was an arctic fox, taken from the same brothel a few months after Miki had been. As a female, she'd been abused more than he had, but she displayed impressive resiliance, and much like Miki she maintained a positive attitude. Still, she took her job quite seriously.

"Almost done, yeah. Just going to give these few a final wipe before I take them out to the table. How long until the roast is done?" He cupped some soapy water in his palm and tossed it at her.

"Hey!" She lifted up a serving tray to block the shot of water before growling playfully at him and tossing the platter in the water. "And now you can wash this, too. And we have another hour or so before the roast is done. Most of the meal is still in prep. Why do you ask?"

Miki rolled his eyes and scrubbed at the platter before putting it in the wire rack to let it air dry. He turned and leaned against the sink, feeling the steam tickling the fur on his back. "I want to make sure this goes well for the queen. She said that her guest is known to be irritable, so we have to make sure it's perfect. If anything is wrong, she'll have my head."

"Sure, if you say so. Why are you like that? The queen won't have your head for a mistake, Miki. She's not like that." Arnika assured him as she pressed her finger tip to his snout. "Silly boops."

He lowered his snout and blushed a little. "Well, I know. I know. I'm just so used to being threatened with having one of my heads chopped off that it's become an expression. Not literal, but metaphorical."

"You worry too much. Come on, we should go make sure the wine is nice and cold!" She grabbed his hand and tugged him along the dish washing area and past the kitchen with the shiny steel racks and cookware. Down the spiral staircase they went until they were three stories underground, where it remained cold all year, ensuring the wines and ales stayed chilled for consumption any time.

The wine didn't need to be tested or investigated, it never did. No, this was something else, and Miki was sure he knew what Arnika had in mind. As soon as they slipped into the wine cellar, she grabbed him by the waist and pushed him up against the wall. With their paws in the cool dirt that gave it that distinct smell, they curled their toes and embraced in a kiss. They weren't in a relationship, only friends, but they justified it by asking what harm could come from two completely incompatible races enjoying some fun together to break up the monotony of their duty.

"So, you think we have time? Is an hour long enough?" She asked, grinding her hips against his, wrapping one leg around his his waist. She grabbed at her skirt and lifted it up, exposing her ebony lips.

Without answering, Miki unbuckled his pants and shook the waist band down over his thighs to expose himself. The air was cool, but his loins wouldn't stay cold for long. He bucked his hips up into hers, grinding sheath to vulva as his member slowly unfolded. He could feel the moisture of her lips pressing down against his length, lubricating both of them.

"Thought so. Come on, let's do this!" She leaned into him and pressed her snout to his neck, nibbling at his fur and scales, lips peeled back so her teeth barely caught at him as her jaw chattered. Her tail was wagging behind her, dusting the rock wall from the dust that had accumulated there, leaving a distinct triangle of suspiciously clean wall a permanent fixture of the wine cellar that nobody else had deciphered. She reached between the two of them and used her fingers to part her lips, smearing her velvet folds against his cock before cradling his tip and aiming it at the crux of her triangular ebony vulva.

This was not the first time they'd had fun in the privacy of the wine Cellar and certainly wouldn't be the last. They were three stories down, and the wooden spiral stairs creaked so they'd hear anyone coming long before they would ever be caught.

Miki didn't want to waste time, he knew that someone could descend those spiral stairs and leave him with sore balls if he wasn't quick, and he knew that Arnika understood this as well. Much as he wanted to please her, quickies were all they had time for while on duty. He arched his back as he grabbed at his length, using the angled tip of it to easily penetrate her; once he felt the warmth of her flesh, he grunted and plunged his cock into her, gently pushing deeper until he felt her lips on his lower belly.

She let out a gasp into his neck, bringing both hands up to grasp at his chest fur. Her tail continued to wag as she bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against him, gyrating her hips to feel his member stirring her loins. "N-no matter how many times we do this, I keep forgetting how hot your flesh really is." She whimpered into his ears as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"I was about to say the same of you." Miki grunted as he bucked into her. He wrapped his hands around her rump cheeks up under the skirt and used that for leverage as he pushed into her, pumping slowly but with a certain power that made him feel dominant. Really, it was the only time in his life he felt like he was in that position, and he loved Arnika for letting him feel that with her.

Like every other time, there was a looming specter of being caught hovering over them, so they didn't hold back. Miki bucked into her slow but steady as Arnika pushed back and clenched her pelvic muscles as best she could, the tight ring of muscle resting just inside her vulva massaging Miki from angled, nub-rimmed tip right down to the base with every motion.

Arnika dug her claws into her shoulder as she felt the warmth of his precum bursting into her, pussy twitching as she threw her head back to rest against the cobble stone wall. She had to hold back a wailing howl, but she was able to control herself long enough to grind an orgasm out of Miki.

He bit down on her neck as he felt his pleasure hit a climax, his cock twitching and spewing seed deep into her, one shot at a time. His body gave little spasms as his fingers curled into her rump, holding her pussy lips tight against him, her heel digging into his lower back for extra leverage.

They shared a few deep panting sighs of relief and pleasure before Miki's cock started to shrivel and fold up on itself, pulling its length from her depth and leaving her drooling fluids. Instantly, Miki's mindset went from horny dish boy to his default setting, one of servitude. He got down to one knee and buried his head under her skirt, lapping up at the mess he'd made.

She giggled, as she always did when he cleaned her, cradling his head and leaning to the side to sit on a crate full of fresh produce. She brought one leg up to rest on the edge as she peeled her skirt back so she could watch him bury her tongue in her. Her body twitched a little every time, and her eyelashes fluttered as a deep warmth descended from her womb to her lips, which he happily lapped up. A gentle whimper of pleasure escaped her lips.

"Mmmmmm-m'lady." Miki hummed at her, the long drawn out syllable vibrating lips and tongue as he darted into her sex, parting her lips and letting his seed dribble out onto his tongue so he could gulp it back. Again and again he rocked his head back and forth, tongue sliding over her vulva until no more seed was coming, yet he still licked.

Arnika smiled at him and took in a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. She felt herself teetering on her own climax, but she knew if she released herself, it'd just be more mess for him to clean up, and she was a bit more considerate and knew better than to try and stop him. Her body language was full of gentle twitches and gyrating hip motions that pressed her lips against his, her finger coming down to curl in the metal loop of his collar.

"S-so, you never told me about when you came to Arrenthen." She said, deliberately distracting him from licking her lips any more.

He understood what she was doing, since last time they had almost been caught when his talented tongue brought her to a howling orgasm that roused the suspicion of the head chef. He backed off, rubbing his cheek to her inner thigh as he let out a deep rumbling purr, teasing her but not stimulating her enough to bring her over the edge. "Well, what do you want to hear?"

"Tell me about that fateful day when you first left Urien. I remember how I felt that day. I'd heard about you. If only they'd let the males and females cavort about with each other, I might have gotten to know you before your departure." She bit at her finger and flicked her ear, tail swaying out beneath her, tickling at Miki's neck. "I was lucky to have followed only a few months later."

"Alright, I'll tell you about that. Happiest day of my life."

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I still remember every detail of that day down to the way I woke up. Was jerked awake by a dream about falling in a chasm, only with spikes at the bottom, so I screamed as I fell out of my bed. My chambers were simple, no more elaborate than yours or anyone else's. Red and purple wallpaper, purple sheets, velvet pillow casings, and enough room to host any of the clients. Every day I woke in that prison, wishing my old masters would come and buy me back. Being a slave is the opposite of glamorous, but I'd have preferred that to some of the things they made me do in that brothel.

My first client had me after breakfast. I was kind of full, so I really didn't want to suck him off, but he was a stallion and had so much to offer; there's no way I could have taken him under the tail, and he didn't want me to top him. I licked and sucked that big marbled member and gulped every drop down, even though it made my belly feel a little bloated.

That stallion was clearly disappointed, but he didn't want to take the time to warm up, and nobody except mares can handle that kind of cock without proper foreplay. Still, I was glad to be done with him when the Sire-Master came into my room and demanded that I and all the other males come forth into the main hall. Said he had a high value customer interested in us.

When I dressed and stumbled to the foyer, I saw a gorgeous gold and red feathered cockatrice standing there, huge sacks of coins hanging off his belt. They chimed and jingled with each step. He was huge, too, so I'd hoped he didn't pick me. A full two heads larger than I, and you know I'm not exactly small.

After a few minutes, pacing up and down the line, I thought he was going to take one of the gryphons, a hermaphrodite with canine features and blue-purple patterns. He ended up picking three of us, the Rein Burd, as we liked to call him, myself, and some white transgender fox with a pussy. But to my absolute shock, he didn't ask for private time with us, he tossed a bag of jade coin over to the Sire-Master and told us he'd be purchasing us!

I nearly fainted right then and there. That cockatrice looked right at me and smirked as the Sire-Master fumbled through the coin to count it all.

"You will find I have been quite generous with you, sire-master." The cockatrice said. "Now if you don't mind, I will be on my way with my boys here." With that, he came up to me and grabbed my wrist, directing me toward the door with Mavi and Rein both.

Naturally, a large part of me was ecstatic. I was finally leaving the Urien Brothel. No more demands or degrading expectations! On the other hand, I had no idea if this mystery buyer had sinister plans for me. The circumstances surrounding my sudden departure had me worried; scared, even. Surprisingly, the thing that had me most apprehensive was that I would be suddenly leaving the friends I had come to call family at the brothel. Sure, Rein was joining me, but there were dozens of others still being left behind that I'd quite unceremoniously been ripped from, ne'er to see them again.

Once outside I huddled up with the other two that had been purchased, asking them about this buyer, if they knew anything about him or what was going on. Most peculiarly we were left outside alone, without the aid of shackles and with no guards to watch over us. The urge to run occurred to me, but didn't take hold. For all I knew, this was a test to see if I was going to be obedient or not, so I stayed put; so did Mavi and Rein.

A few moments later, that cockatrice came out of the brothel and politely asked us to follow him to the ports and I obeyed. Of course I obeyed. He didn't say anything to us until we made it to his ship, a grand frigate with a mast higher than any other there, a foreign national flag hoisted tall of Black, Red, and Gold, similar to his feathers. I knew then and there that he was buying on behalf of royalty, and I was glad to come to that conclusion. Curious, I asked him before we boarded.

"Excuse me, sire, but if you don't mind my curiosity, who do you represent? Who might we belong to?" I asked in a hushed tone, so quiet in the hustle and bustle of the crowd that I'm shocked he heard me. I was even more shocked by his response.

"I represent myself. King Vaulix Arraidama of Arrenthen. You three will make for great entertainment for myself and the queen."

For the second time in less than an hour, my legs nearly gave away underneath me. I knew that being purchased by royalty was the highest honor, but I also knew where was an equal chance they'd be kind as they would be cruel. The pessimist in me feared that these Arrenthen Royals would be the worst kind to their property, but I still stepped onto that ship, as commanded.

Within minutes of boarding, we were weighing anchor and sailing out into the vast seas of the Farneisse Strait to embark on our journey. Once we were on the ship, we weren't given any commands, so we just hung around at the bow, feeling the cool mist on our fur. I had a bit of a hard time standing straight up - hooves are not the most stable on a rocking ship - but I was able to keep myself up by leaning over the railing and spewing that morning's meal alongside the creamy remnants of that first customer's mess.

Once the shore had disappeared over the horizon, Vaulix came to us on the bow, snapping his fingers to get our attention. Naturally, we all stood at attention, even though I kept stumbling every time the ship hit a wave and the deck rocked beneath me.

"Mavi, Mikhail, and Reinbourne. You are all here today because I felt it was time to pluck you from that hell hole and help breathe some life into you." He dug around in one of his pouches and pulled out three pieces of paper. "These are your ownership papers. They determine who owns you. Right now, my name is on all three."

With that, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, igniting the paper in a wisp of flame that burst into the air in a fountain of glowing embers and ash. "And now, nobody owns you. Any of you may do whatever you wish. This ship will be sailing south east around the continent and back to the Arrenthen shores. En route, we will be stopping in port cities of the southern peak of Veniesse Island, the western coast of Tehgol, and the southern port city of Untheria. If any of you wish to disembark from the ship at that time, I will give you a bag of gold and have you on your way. However, if you chose to stay with us until we make port in Arrenthen, I will take you with me, give you a job in the castle, and offer you your own quarters. Bigger than the ones in the brothel."

I remembered every single word of that speech he gave. There were few things as inspiriting as what he told me that day, and I don't think I will ever forget his words. The three of us stared, flabbergasted at the sudden change of fortunes we all were blessed by.

Mavi left the following day when we made port in Veneisse Island. True to his word, Vaulix granted him a bag of gold coin and sent him on his way. There was enough gold in that bag to rent an apartment and feed himself for months. I got a look in the bag when Mavi shared it with me, bragging about how he was rich.

I waved my goodbyes and we carried on, sailing port to port. Somewhere between Tehgol and Untheria, it really dawned on me that we truly were free, so as an act of gratitude, I slipped out from below deck to see the king in his cabin and properly thank him for his kindness.

Yeah, I can't escape my slutty ways. I gave that cockatrice a massage from top to bottom, finishing off by using my muzzle to coax him from his slit. I tell you, the king is massive. His stature of that of a proper saurossin stud, but he's hung like a horse with a cock as thick as a canine's knot. I wish to this day that I could have taken that in me. Those ridges, those bumps. Would have felt wonderful.

But I was cut off by him insisting I didn't owe him a thing. By then I'd pledged to be a servant in the castle, and that was what he hoped for. I still stayed with him that night, but he insisted I not feel like a slave any more.

Eventually, we arrived at Arrenthen, and Rein stayed on the ship, saying his calling was in the crow;s nest, sailing the high seas and acting in the royal navy. That was nice of him, and he remains employed there to this day. I, on the other hand, am still here, cleaning dishes and doing general maintenance on the castle. Honestly, I couldn't be happier. Working here has been wonderful.

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Arnika smiled and looked down at him, her legs still spread. She was exposed and shameless about it, but she also had lost all of her arousal. Miki's story made her realize just how lucky she was to be in Arrenthen, having followed Miki a few months later. "Wow. So, you tried to suck off the king and he said no?"

Of course that's what she took from his tale. "Yes, of course! Haven't you?"

"No! I wish, but I hadn't even thought about it, to be honest. I'm here as a server, a maid, not a whore. I got out of the sex trade, I don't plan on going back to it." She slowly leaned forward, closing her legs and idly pushing Miki away.

"Don't you ever want to go back to it? I bet it would be really nice if you were your own boss, deciding what clients to take, having the power to say no. I mean, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy the sex when it was good. Imagine that, but without the burden of cruel clients hovering over you. A life of pleasure and prosperity!" There was a twinkle in Miki's eyes as he smiled and got up to his feet, standing tall over Arnika. "I wouldn't blame you if you weren't interested, but I'd love to try that. Make some coin on the side. Honestly, I love to serve, it makes me feel needed, loved, admired. It gives me purpose, and that's one way to feel wanted, isn't it?"

Arnika blushed and lowered her snout. "Okay, yeah, I'd love that. I just don't want you telling anyone else, okay?" She slipped off the crate and brushed herself of the dust. She hopped up and pecked him on the cheek before grabbing the nearest bottle of wine; as she was about to head up the stairs, she looked back over her shoulder and wagged her tail. "And I know how big the king is. It's a miracle what some potion can do to a bitch like me; no wonder Talba loves him so much!" She winked and giggled as she bounded up the stairs.

Miki had to pause and wait a few minutes to follow her in order to not arouse suspicion that both were down here together, and he had to grab some carrots or something to make it look like he had purpose. As he wasted time, the thought of Arnika bent over that throne and Vaulix grabbing her tail, pumping that massive cock into her made him aroused again, and he had to actively stop himself from getting an erection before following her up the stairs.

He allowed his arousal to die down a bit before slipping back into his clothes and making his way up the stairs. Once back in the kitchen, he was immediately flagged down by head Chef Kit, a talented mouse who had to crawl and patter about on the platforms next to the counters to cook the meals. Very talented, but his stature made him work extra hard to prove himself. Still, he knew his food, inside and out, and the Queen adored him.

"You, Miki! Where have you been? There are platters to go out! Appetizers! Arnika has already taken some of them out, but she's not strong enough for the buffet platter!" He squeaked and twitched his whiskers, looking up at Miki from a tall stool.

"Yes, chef!" Miki responded, quickly darting past Chef Kit to grab the platter covered in small snacks. Sausages in little buns, bacon strips, Chicken Wings, and other meaty morsels. It was wide and heavy, so of course Miki was the only one strong enough to carry it. He grabbed both handles and rested the side of it on his belly, sidling sideways through the swinging twin doors to the banquet halls.

The walls were lined with torches, a dozen chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to keep the room well lit. The dancing firelight reflected off the silverware, plates, and goblets to be filled with wine. Beautiful. He saw Arnika at the opposite end of the table, placing silverware around the king and queen's spots. Not a single guest had arrived, which told Miki that he had time to be patient. He leaned over the table and laid the steaming platter in the middle of the table near the King and Queen's spots. There were two hairs suspiciously absent.

"Hey, where did these chairs go?" Miki asked Arnika as the door swung open behind him, feline servants bringing more dishes to the table.

"Took them out. Was told that the guest Talba was hosting was a quadruped and would be more comfortable on the ground than on a chair. You know how it is." She put the last of the silverware on the table and leaned back, sizing it up and adjusting until they were perfect. "Some gryphon from far away lands. Master Ceylon brought him a few days ago and he's been staying in the guest suites ever since."

Miki's eyes went wide as the blood drained from his face. He knew this beast of a gryphon. "N-no. I don't want to serve that animal!"

"What do you mean?" Arnika was taken aback. "Have yo met him yet? I hear he has a gem-"

"I have, and he is cruel. Reminds me of my time in the brothel. Just....Fine. I'll deal with it. I can handle a meal with him. I'll just stay out of the banquet hall as best I can. Don't want to cross paths with him again." He sighed and gulped, clearly distraught by this reveal.

"He can't be all bad. The queen would never have someone like that in her kingdom. Not if he's as bad as you seem to be saying." Arnika stepped around the table to hold Miki's hand, nuzzling into his chest with a playful nip. "Besides, you still have me to back ya up. Keep your spirits high, and you'll be fine." She offered him a gentle nip on the arm before disappearing back into the kitchen.

He stayed in spot, remembering what Melvar had done to him. In retrospect, it really wasn't all bad, but he still had nightmares about that cruel, cruel hippogryph. What he did when the queen wasn't watching was not something Miki wanted to dwell on, so he burst back into the kitchen and grabbed as many plates, pots, and pans as he could, eager to distract himself by cleaning.

The clamor of the kitchen was a nice way to keep himself focused on the task at hand. He could hear the chef's high pitched, squeaky voice shouting orders in time with the chorus of 'yes chef' by all the other hired help in the kitchen. Miki didn't say anything, he just kept scrubbing the dishes and putting them in the rack, using the steel wool to clean the roughest messes. His hands could withstand the high heat of the water, so he kept going.

After about ten minutes of meditative cleaning, one of the felines cracked the swinging twin doors to the banquet hall and announced that the guests were here, followed by a tightening of the commands given by Chef Kit. Good to see everyone other than Miki was taking the guest of honor seriously.

Curious, he dried his hands and poked his head out into the door window so he could get a better look at the banquet hall. It was Talba, Vaulix, Ceylon, and Melvar, all sitting together. King and Queen at the end, and the two quadrupeds on either side near that edge. They only used a small fraction of the whole table, but that was okay. Queen Talba often ate alone or just with Vaulix.

"Coming through!" One of the feline servants warned before quickly passing through the doors, wine bottle under his arm, encased in ice. He went out and poured them each a glass, all except Ceylon who was known to not partake in alcohol. A moment later, he returned and pushed by Mikhail, quickly returning to the line where he waited for more food to take out.

"Miki! Time for the roast!" Chef Kit called out.

Mikhail shook his thoughts free and quickly returned to the line, where he picked up the huge roasting pan with the massive rib roast steaming in it. He did the same as before, slipping out sideways to emerge into the banquet hall. He paused and straightened himself, a pose befitting of the servants of royals before walking over to the table.

Disaster struck. His foot caught on a ridge of carpet that hadn't been padded down, and he nearly fell flat on his face, the roast extended out in front of him, splashing in its own juices on the platter. Had he not regained his composure in the split second he was falling, he'd have lost the whole meal to the ground.

Once he had his footing, he stopped and stood straight up, platter extended in front of him. He quickly placed it down on the table between Talba and the appetizer platter. "M-M'lady." He muttered as he pulled his hands out to grab wrists behind his back.

"Good catch. Very suave!" Talba complimented him with a sincere smile.

"Klutz." Melvar growled. "Are all your servants like this bumpkin here?" The hippogryph scoffed and put a chicken wing in his mouth, swallowing it whole.

Vaulix laid his fork and knife down on either side of his plate and addressed Melvar. "Excuse me, but that can happen to anyone. Not all of us are blessed with four legs for extra balance. Now apologize to Mikhail here before you eat this roast he saved for us."

There was a dead silence, and Miki whimpered under his breath before trying to quickly dart out. However, he was stopped by Ceylon. "Where do you think you're going?"

Miki had to think up something eloquent to say so he didn't look as embarrassed as he was. "Nothin, my lady, but I have more duties to attend to in the kitchen. Dishes to be cleaned for your highness, food to be cared for." He tried to persist, but the queen coughed and rubbed her beak off.

"Actually, I think I'd prefer for you to stay out here, with us. Have you ever been a server before? Can you carve a roast?" She looked up at him with her deep emerald eyes, smiling as she glanced down at Melvar, as though she was punishing him for his outburst.

"I am quite capable, yes. Culinary arts may not be my forte, but for the queen I am willing to do whatever is asked of me. How thick would you like it, my queen?" He leaned over the table and picked up the carving knife as well as a two tonged fork for stability. His hands were shaking gently, betraying his attempts to stay calm in the wake of nearly destroying their meal by dropping the main course. His heart was beating and the adrenaline was flowing through his body.

"I like it thicker than most. Here." She put her hand on his and guided the knife for him, her sidelong glance meeting his for a moment before staring back and Melvar. "I believe you have an apology to offer dear Miki, here. In this castle, we don't treat our workers poorly. Without them, my home would be a mess, devoid of life or love. Miki here, especially, brings a certain form of love to the table. Don't you, Miki?" she sniffed at the air, glancing down at his crotch before winking at him.

Ceylon and Vaulix saw her sly wink and chuckled as Melvar huffed and offered his apology.

"Sorry for not being kind, Mick. Sometimes I forget that I'm not in my home. I'm still getting used to this world. Will you forgive me?" He lowered his head to Mikhail, who nearly fainted from the courtesy.

Miki nodded gently before returning to the roast, slowly slicing it open and placing a slab on each of their plates. Queen Talba, then Vaulix, then Melvar, then Ceylon, leaving half the roast steaming and smelling delicious on the platter. "Will you be requiring the rest this evening, or shall I take it to the back?"

"I think we're good today, Miki. Take it back for the other workers and servers to enjoy. They deserve it. And please, do come back in about fifteen minutes with dessert." She bowed to him and let him grab the platter and take it to the kitchen.

The second the doors closed behind him and he was in the kitchen, he let out a deep, whimpering sigh, laying the roast pan on the counter before disappearing down the spiral stairs to relax in the wine cellar. His heart was racing, he was worried for his job, worried for his life. He nearly ruined a royal banquet through clumsiness. He had to make up for it somehow or fear being sold back into the sex trade against his will.

"Are you okay?" A voice called out from the stairs above him. It was Arnika, having followed him into the cellar.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need to calm down here. I nearly dropped the roast on the floor. Someone forgot to fix the carpet and I tripped. Felt like Melvar was literally going to rip my head from my shoulders, and I bet he could before anyone could stop him."

She patted him on the back and pulled him in for a hug. "It's fine, it's fine. I saw what happened. All you have to worry about is what the Queen and King think. Just take some time, I'm gonna go take care of them while they eat. You come back up when you are ready." With that, she kissed his forehead and disappeared back up to the kitchen, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

The following fifteen minutes seemed to last an eternity as Miki thought about what he'd do to make up for his blunder. Maybe he'd just up and leave before she had an opportunity to punish him. Many unpleasant thoughts ran through his mind before he came to his senses and relaxed enough to realize that Talba wasn't the cruel type. Melvar, perhaps, but not Talba or Vaulix.

Confident, he got to his feet and made his way up to the kitchen, slipping and weaving through until he saw the sweets-master Red. A scaled and feathered master of chocolates and candies and baked goods. He was making chocolate roses, pulling balls of soft sponge from molds, and melting sweet candies to drizzle on each plate.

"How are these coming along?" Miki asked, finally sure of himself to get back into the mood of the kitchen.

Red hissed at him and kept his focus on the red sponge cake orbs. "Almost done, just have to smother them in chocolate, drizzle with the candy coating, then leave the icing sugar on top. Be about two minutes."

Miki nodded and backed off, watching as the cook staff cleaned up their mess, piling up the dishes for him to do after he was done serving the dessert. He was actually looking forward to the silent solitude as he took care of that later, but for now he was concentrating on the last course of the meal. Once the prep was finished, he grabbed the plates and took them out two at a time.

First, he bumped his way into the banquet hall and laid the plates in front of Ceylon and Vaulix, taking their dirty dishes with him when he returned to the kitchen without saying a word, dropping them in the sink. Second, he brought out the plates for Talba and Melvar, only this time he didn't take their dishes, instead one of the feline bus boys came out and grabbed that as well as the leftovers. He puffed out his chest and stood tall behind Talba, resting both palms on her shoulders to give a gentle but deep rub.

He needed to serve her. To make it clear that he was still useful, even if clumsy, and her skin was hot to the touch under her feathers, eliciting a gentle gulp from Miki as he squeezed at her muscles.

She squeaked in surprise as she leaned into the massage. "Oh my, I didn't think you would be good with your hands, sir Miki!" she complimenting, a gentle purr emanating from her chest. "But really, you don't have to do this. You should probably worry about the dishes for now."

Miki swelled a bit as she complimented him, but instantly deflated when she denied his offer. He bowed to her and stepped back. "Yes, m'lady."

And that was it. Miki bid them all a wonderful meal before disappearing into the kitchen again, burying his snout in the hot mist of the sink. He tried to thank her properly, and she denied him. HE'd never been told no before when offering a massage.

His world, for all its relative stability, was crumbling around him. He had no idea what to think as he cleaned one dish after another. Pot after pot, he whittled down the mess as each of the kitchen staff dispered and went about their day. All but Arnika, who stayed with him. They didn't talk, but her presence helped his mood.

Once the dishes were done, and the kitchen a sparkling clean afterthought, both of them returned to their respective quarters. Miki had a bedroom in the castle. Not massive, but big enough to be comfortable. He had his own bed, dresser, closet, and a trunk for possessions. Almost the same as when he was at the brothel, only this door locked from the inside, and he was free to come and go at will.

It was still early, yet he curled up in his bed and drifted off into a nap. Something felt wrong, and the anxiety ridden part of his mind wouldn't let it go. Nobody had ever declined his advances for a massage, and he had a deeply rooted need to prove his worth. He drifted off into a semi-conscious state with a dozen thoughts questioning his self worth stewed in his mind.

Miki tossed and turned for hours, the image of his blunder never fully leaving his thoughts as the evening went on. He needed to serve, to prove his worth, and to show the queen that he was worth having around and not a klutz.

He quickly rolled out of bed and put on some simple clothes before slipping out into the hall to pass right by Arnika's room and head to the grand hall. He was going to polish that throne until every subject of the queen's court could see their reflection between her legs! It was a completely random task to complete, but it was all he could think about that distracted him from the memory of her warm flesh in his palms.

He slipped through the doors from the hallway to the grand hall, shocked to be greeted byTalba sitting naked in the throne, one leg over the arm rest to expose herself. She took a big bite of the apple, then shoved the whole thing in her beak and swallowed.

"Good Evening, Little Mikhail Alkaev. Chimera from the Uriel region. Originally owned by a noble family, only to be sold into sex slavery, where his soul rotted from the inside out until being unceremoniously rescued by a foreign king. It's truly a textbook story, isn't it? But I bet you wonder, when will you get your happy ending?"

Mikhail was quite large himself, but the queen dwarfed him, nearly a full meter taller than him. Even if she wasn't royalty, he'd have felt intimidated by her. All he could squeak out in response was, "My queen..."

She stared at him down the steps and curled her finger, beckoning him forward. Of course, he obeyed. "You know, in all those old stories, the hero gets the fair lady. Marries a princess and becomes a prince. Tell me, how do you see this ending for you?"

Confused, he stood in place offering only a few bewildered blinks. "I-, I don't know, my queen. I hadn't thought of it."

"Surely you've got some sort of plan. Get your own business, work here, save some coin, get yourself a house. Maybe a mate. Something. I repeat, what is your happy ending?" She turned so that she was sitting properly in the throne, leaning back into the red velvet padded rest and spreading her legs so that Miki could see her soft, pink flesh.

A gulp halted him from immediately responding. He was quite distracted by her naked form. Once he did finally form a thought, he managed to take in a deep breath and nod, bowing to her. "Honestly, my queen, I am happy here. Serving you. I have been treated quite well here by both you and the king, and I wouldn't give that up for anything, m'lady." He felt happy with his response, but still couldn't get the image of her rounded, soft vulva out of his mind.

"Well you can leave whenever you want. You know you're not a slave here. We offer you only employment. You can quit any time you like. That's not a trap or a test. The King and I both like to do what we can for those in need, offering them a hand and a head start on life. Most come, work for a few months, then go on with their lives. But you, you're still here. That baffles me." She leaned back and shuffled her rump forward, giving Miki an even better look, the meat of her vulva parting to show a slit of deep red the same color as her throne.

The only thing he could immediately think to do was to gulp again, trying his best to avert his eyes. "Well, like I said, I like it here. I respect you, and you treat me well. All I want to do is serve you, to prove that you made a good choice by taking me in. My queen, I must ask, what must I do to prove my worth to you?"

She stared at him with her deep slitted eyes before standing up straight. She was a full meter taller than him, and he'd be intimidated by her presence even if she was a commoner. She stepped a few stairs down and leaned in close, nuzzling her beak up under his ears as she hooked her talon in the ring of his collar. "You have done more than enough to prove yourself to me, so now it's time for you to get your happy ending. In this story, you get the honor of getting the queen all to yourself."

With that, she clicked her beak and walked past the throne, tail high in the air as she headed towards the hall that led to her quarters. "Don't leave me waiting, Miki. I'm in quite the mood, you see, and you don't want to waste it." She didn't even look back as she disappeared from the grand hall.

Miki was frozen in place, not sure what to make of the situation. The very instant he worked out the details of her offer or demand, he was bounding his way up the stairs to follow her.

By the time he made it to her chamber door, he was greeted by a slit of light emanating out into the hall that he used to peek. She was still walking towards her bed, casually glancing over her shoulder to wait and see if he was coming. He had to take in a deep breath in order to muster up all of his strength and determination before slipping into her room after her.

"Come now, Miki. Don't make me wait. And Dear, please shut the door behind you. It's cold in here, come warm up with me." She leaned over her bed and crawled over to her pillows, tail up and hips swaying with every motion. The invitation could not have been any more clean.

He certainly didn't want to disobey. He turned and gently shut the door behind himself before turning to look at her, collar seeming to tighten around his neck as he gulped.

She was on her bed, laying on her back with knees up and talons digging into her silk sheets as she smiled at him. She ran her claws through her mane as a gentle churr escaped her beak and she beckoned him to come with her other finger. "Come on Miki, if you're so dedicated to serving your queen, then you'd best please me."

Mikhail took a hesitant step forward, his knees weak. He had never been in a situation like this before. Sure, he'd been used by royalty, but never with them caring about him. Usually it was his job to get them off, or to be toys for their pleasure, never did they care as much about him as he pretended to care about them. This, however, seemed genuine. His hesitation was clear, since he wasn't immediately hopping over onto the bed next to her; his subconscious mind was screaming warnings at him, that this couldn't possibly be real, but it was.

"Miki, What's taking so long? I need you in me!" She cooed at him, seductively blinking.

That last little cry for affection was all he needed to close the distance between them. Though he hated to liken this to his time in the brothel, he knew how to please a woman, and he knew how to fake affection, so he had to put those skills to use on her. Only difference was, he was sincerely aroused, his member bulging out underneath his tunic, the soft foreskin unfolding to expose his sensitive head.

"You really should take that off, dear." Talba suggested as she leaned over, pushing her beak into his neck and wrapping her hands around his hips to untie is pants, leaving them to fall on the floor around his ankles. She nipped at his neck fur and leaned back again, waiting for him to get up with her. A gentle shiver shot down his spine as he felt her beak preening at his fur, bursting in his loins, exciting his member to full erection within seconds. He let out a gentle whimper before crawling up on the bed next to her. He was trembling, but manages to fake confidence enough to sidle up next to her, nuzzling up under her arm, using his hand to gently caress her lower belly. Miki could feel his heart throbbing in his chest, the cool of adrenaline tickling him from horn to tail to fingertip. He could actually see his fingers trembling.

Talba could also see how nervous he was. So she gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pressed his palm flat on her belly, slowly pushing his fingers down over her mound, tiny bits at a time. "You know, Miki, Vaulix went out east with Melvar for a week or so, and I'm going to need someone to help keep me warm at night. I've heard of your exploits with a few of the other servants. Think you could extend that affection for your queen?" She intertwined her fingers with his and forced two of his digits over her firm, moist clitoris to part her lips.

"Ah...." Miki gasped as he felt her warmth smother his fingertips, the moisture soaking through his fur. He gave a gentle rub to her clit as Talba whimpered, slowly slipped her fingers from his to let him take over. This is where his history would help him so much; he knew where to rub and press to bring most any woman to climax. He leaned up into her and focused on her gaze as he angled his wrist, slipping two fingers deep into her, curling them upward to squeeze and rub inside against the thickly engorged mound of her G-spot.

Both of Talba's legs parted, her body slipping down and back arching to help him get deeper. She was much, much larger than he was, so his fingers barely rubbed at her most sensitive spots. "There we go, get in there, Miki. Don't be shy, I can handle a little roughness." She leaned into him and pressed her beak to his neck, nibbling at the collar as she whimpered, the gentle puffs of breath tickling under his ears.

His eyes fluttered and he lost his concentration for a moment, fingers still squeezed tight by her slick lips. There was a notable pause as he came to realize what was truly happening. Miki was the type to please others, but for the first time outside of his encounters with Arnika and a few of the other servants, was he genuinely enjoying himself with someone that seemed to care about him. Not just any noble, either, Talba was queen, the ruler of the nation, and she was being kind to him. Truly, deeply kind and affectionate. His cock was hard enough that it could have split ice.

"Are you okay?" She asked, breaking the silence. She was staring down at him, a soft smile on her beak. "There's no need to be intimidated, I want you to have fun, if not, why even play? Please, just treat me like you would Arnika. I know you two get pretty wild!" She winked at him before moving her torso in waves, rubbing her clitoris up into the palm of his hand, lips contracting to peel it back in a juicy wink, moistening his hand.

He shook himself of his daze and slipped his fingers in deeper, rubbing in circles as he pressed his palm to her clitoris, soaking up as much of her fluids as he could. Once he was good and we, he brought his hand up to his snout, taking in a bit of a sniff and lick before shifting his body downward. He glanced up over her body as he laid down, his head between her legs and snout mere centimeters from her lips. "Like this?" He asked in a meek tone before leaning in and dragging his tongue up between her folds to rub in a circle around her clit.

"That's a bit more like it!" she cooed at him, her eyes locking with his as she felt his lips touch hers. She let out a gentle gasp as her lower body twitched, accidentally jamming her crotch into his teeth, making her wince in pain.

Miki pulled back, mortified that his teeth had jammed against her. "I'm sorry! Are you okay?" He whimpered, gently pecking at her mound, lips muzzling against her moist flesh.

She had to stop him by bringing her hands down to cradle his cheeks. "I'm fine, I told you I can handle you being a little rough. In fact, I think I quite prefer it. Think you could do that for me?" She grabbed at the loop in his collar and tugged him back down to her pussy as she grabbed one of his horns, forcing his lips against his a bit rougher than before. Then, as though she realized she was being a little too hard on him, she let go and allowed him to fondle and nuzzle at his own pace.

On the other side, Miki was starting to let himself into the passion. He leaned into her, nuzzling and pressing his snout against her lips. He could feel her flesh parting, easily letting his muzzle slip into her, meaty vulva swallowing him up. It was shocking just how malleable her flesh was, at least until she squeezed down and winked that clit of hers, clenching walls around his nose and forcing it out with a wave of creamy fluids from under her clit and up between his eyes.

"H-hey!" He protested, tongue sticking out to try and lick up the creamy mess that was dribbling over either side of his face. He didn't want to seem ungrateful, but would have likes a bit of warning before having her spew fluids all over his face. That was, until the scents overwhelmed his nostrils and he felt his eyes rolling back in his skull, that familiar tingle bustling in his loins.

Talba leaned down and cradled his chin again, licking the mess off him with a series of quick, darting tongue-dabs. Her other hand slipped between them to part her lips and squeeze at her clit, digits slipping along her tender flesh with ease thanks to the copious, viscous fluid her nethers were secreting. As her tips pushed into her, a cherry pink slit of her inner flesh was exposed, leaking cum down onto her tail.

Miki quickly lowered his head to slurp it up, fervently nuzzling and nipping at her lips. He brought his hands up to part her lips, giving him deeper and more intimate access to her sex.

"Whoa, whoa. Don't swallow it all, hun! Use some of it, save it for your pleasure. Come. Here." She grabbed him by the collar and tugged until he started crawling over her. She kept pulling until his hips were up against her inner thigh, his throbbing cock hovering just above her slick vulva. "Please, don't waste arousal, dear. Go on, I can't wait for you any longer." with her finger hooked to the loop in his collar, she used her other hand to guide his tip to her lips, the angled flare gently rubbing just inside her.

The heat was intense; her flesh was hotter than any other creature he'd ever been with. He could tell she was warm compared to him when he slipped his fingers into her, but once his more sensitive member felt her folds smothering him, he could tell just how different their temperatures were. He tried to hold off, to resist, but she was too hot inside, and he could feel the tugging on his collar, coaxing him forward.

"My Queen." He muttered under his breath as she kept at his collar. He tried to protest, but between his own personal desire and his innate need to please and obey the command of others, he found himself reluctantly angling his body over hers, one hand on the bed on either side of his belly as he pressed his hips to hers, entire member slipping into her. He gasped and pushed into her feathered beast, whimpering and bucking his hips.

Talba let go of his collar and laid her hand at the base of his spine, forcing him in deeper as her fingertips tickled at his tail, reaching around under to massage his pucker.

Miki's eyes went wide as he felt her prodding at his rump; he wasn't used to this kind of tender affection unless something big was going in there, so this was kind of nice. Still, he couldn't take his mind off her snug sex that was throbbing and squeezing at him. Her hot flesh was squeezing him tight, clenching from base to tip every time her clit winked at him, much like a mare.

She moved her hips in waves, entire lower body undulating from breast to belly to pussy into him, her lips and sex massaging his length, squeezing and tugging every time she pulled away. IT was clear he was deliberately trying to overstimulate him, bring him to climax; her pussy was working his length better than any of the fellow whores during practice.

The thought crossed his mind about how odd and immeasurably arousing it was to think of any ruler as sexually talented, but that fantasy came busting to life when he once again allowed that revelation to hit him. She was doing this to him, not only as a talented lover, but as a queen. He could feel his cock tensing as he neared a climax, so he tried to pull out, give himself more time. However, just as he went to tug his length from her depths, he felt a clawed heel wrap around his hips and press against his back, holding him in place.

It was Talba, using her talon to hold him in place as her vaginal canal squeezed and her clit winked. Devious, conniving-

Before he could finish that thought, he felt a knot in the back of his throat as his member twitched, balls clenching to squeeze out a hearty eruption of seed into her depths. His body jerked forward, another stream of his essence coating her flesh from within. While still in throes of passion, he whimpered and pushed his hips into hers, feeling those huge pussy lips smearing her fluids and his all down his front and onto his balls.

His member throbbed, the veins pulsating as his flare expanded within her. Normally, it would have plugged the female and deposited seed directly into the womb, but with Talba being so much bigger than he was and equipped with equine genitals, he wasn't sure if he was anywhere near her cervix. In fact, he could tell he wasn't deep enough thanks to the cum of his that dribbled out over his cock and onto her tail.

Miki's expression went blank as the blood rushed from his head. No, that couldn't be right, done already? He had only just started! He couldn't possibly let the queen down like that! He tried pushing into her, but his cock was slowly receding, the soft skin around it wrinkling as the tip was pulled from her lips, leaving a creamy mess dribbling out as she winked at him.

"M-my Queen...." he stammered before hurriedly shuffling backwards to bury his snout between her legs again. He had to clean, to rid her of the mess he'd left in her. He nuzzled up deep into her, tongue darting out to lap at her folds for a few moments before he felt a tug at his collar followed by a click. As he looked up, he saw her smiling at him, leash in hand that led to his collar. She had taken him, tied him up! "My Queen?" He was confused.

"Yes Miki? What would you like?" She asked, her tone shifting from needy to a little devious.

"I am so sorry, I promise, I mean I, I, never finish that early, I, you know, sorry!" His eyes were darting around, always returning to her puffy lips right in front of his face, winking at him as a tiny stream of milky semen trickled down over her pucker and into a puddle on the underside of her tail.

"Don't be sorry, Miki. I told you, this is not about me, this is about rewarding you. Clearly, you enjoyed yourself." She slipped two fingers into herself to part her lips and collect some of his seed, bringing the gobs of it up to her beak and licking it up. "Delicious. Got any more for me?"

His lower jaw trembled as he tried to rub at himself, warming his member back up for a round two, but the more he rubbed, the softer it got. He wanted to make up an excuse, but instead just returned his lips to hers, sucking the mess from her, lapping at it and swallowing every drop of it. He needed to find something to do, something to please her. HE had finished so quick, yet she hadn't come close to the mind-bending orgasm he'd hoped to give her. Miki had skills, and they were going underused!

"Calm down, Miki, it's honestly alright!" She laughed a bit, amused at his worry and panic. "I'm a big girl, I can take care of my own needs, I don't need-"

"Big girl, yes!" Miki agreed, cutting her off. That's when he got back up and shifted his position so that he was leaning up in against her inner thigh. Big girl needed a big cock, and since his cock was only big for his size, he had to improvise.