The Palace of the Minotaur Queen
An RP log between a friend of mine, known as ics (See their FA here: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ics/ ) and myself. It's been a while since I uploaded anything, so I wanted to give my readers something new. ics requested something involving feminization themes, bondage, and hypnosis, so I tried to indulge them. I'm uncertain if this will get much attention since it's a bit outside my regular wheelhouse, but it was fun writing it.
I quite like the character of the Minotaur Queen. Might be worth making a full fledged story based on this idea... mmm.
(Alternate title of this story: "Let's see if we can evoke pseudo-sapphic themes with a shemale dom". Did I succeed? Probably not, but have fun reading it anyway.)
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The Palace of the Minotaur Queen
A silly RP between TerinasTiger and ics
Player 1:
There's a soft thud of grass under padded feet. A black cat, dressed in muted grey robes gracefully lands in the back grounds. Bright amber eyes darted across the palace grounds, as a white Cheshire grin spreads across his mouth, only to be covered by his muffler. The lair of the Minotaur Queen. An infamous castle that must hold no small number of jewels. He's heard the tales of treasure and peril, the people who went missing chasing the very thing he sought, but he paid it no mind. Fools get caught, and he was the frankly dashing heroic thief of the southern seas, the (self-proclaimed) infamous "Black Claw". He would be in and out without any trouble. Though he would gladly accept jewelry, trophies, and maybe captives, if they were cute enough. He takes a preliminary stretch before he begins his approach. Ideally, he could find a way into the windows of the upper levels. The most glory for the least risk, after all~
Player 2:
The Palace of the Minotaur Queen was an old stone structure carved out of a small mountain. Legend says it was once a massive maze, that the creature herself reshaped into her ideal environment. It certainly looked the part, in some respects: Several towers and larger structures all clustered together, encircling the very tallest tower gathered as it spiraled into the sky. After climbing an alabaster stone wall and crossing the grounds (A long stretch of unevenly cut grass, with flower patches and various gardens of fruit-bearing trees and berry bushes) he managed to find himself in front of the keep. There were guards everywhere, but everyone in the Minotaur Queen's employ were... different. Her warriors wore no armor, and most of them though muscular seemed decidedly accentuated on womanly aspects: Enormous bosoms, wide childbearing hips, and a patrol that seemed to be more of a leisurely waddle with their butts swaying back and forth than a professional walk. Instead of weapons or armor, they wore long stretches of white cloth covering their arms and legs with black smudges along them (Or were they long stretches of black cloth with white smudges on them?) and semi-translucent veils that covered private bits. Very little else, which seemed to make them care less of the hot mediterrainain night they were ostensibly guarding in. Slipping past guards that didn't seem to be taking thier jobs seriously was childsplay. He even saw several of them gathered together, abandoning their posts to gossip about which of the local villagers were the "cutest".
He had three options of entry: An entrance to the kitchens on the first floor that looked to be for servant staff only, a window on the second floor he could probably climb into, or a passageway on the back of the grounds that looked like it led into a basement area.
Player 1:
He perches himself on one of the walls as he considers his approach, as well as the odd guards. He couldn't exactly say he disapproved of the idea of putting cute girls as guards, but that they were so brazenly on display... These must be ceremonial guards, or part of some harem. He felt almost jealous, his tail flitting about. The inner rooms might be guarded by more stalwart people. The basement might have some nice wines, but that left very few means of escape if someone was down there. No, the first plan was the best plan, he concluded, before beginning to scurry his way up into the second floor window to scout the rooms inside.
Player 2:
The window was unusual among windows in that it had no glass. Just a cloth veil covering the inside of the aperture. Then again, all the windows in the Queen's Palace were the same way... The second the Black Paw entered, he was greeted with lazy sitar music and sweet perfumed air hitting his nose. The hall he found himself climbing into was lined with pillows and illuminated with many candles. There were a number of comely, feminine figures lazing around. Some were bathing in a natural spring that seemed to flow forth from a wall, steam rising from it obscuring their bodies. All of them wore the same black and white bands of cloth along their arms and legs, held firm by metal rings. Some of them, though slender and cute, had small shafts swinging between their legs, usually covered by a veil. Most of them had bosoms. Some had both.
As he entered, however, a slender white cat pointed, gasping. "A male!"
"Ooooh! May I play with him?"
"Such sleek black fur!"
"He's so cool!"
"We've been left alone for OH so long..."
"Come, warm my bed!"
"Thirsty? We have spiced milk we can give you while we feed you grapes!"
"Please let me clean your body!"
"I will anoint you with sacred oils!"
"Shouldn't we call the guards?"
"A harem girl's lot is so lonely..."
"Want to watch us practice kissing, handsome?"
"Eeek! Are you here to rob us of our innocence?"
It didn't take long. The Black Paw found himself stampeded by amorous, effeminate sorts, pulling on him, eager to try and claim him for themselves
Player 1:
The cat stares agape at the scene, unprepared for the treasure he found himself on the verge of, nor the fact that it was ready to swallow him up. He thanked his starts that his parents gave him black fur to hide his blush, as well as his loose pants keeping his...excitement at bay. Still, it doesn't take much for him to spring into action, barely dodging a few hands that threatened to strip him down. He bounds away from their prying hands, trying to get through to the main hallway. Maye he could find some jewelry that wasn't attached to someone there. As he gets to the door, he blows a kiss to them. "Another time, my lovelies~. I have business here, but I'll surely be back if you wish to elope"
Player 2:
"No, come back!"
"Please play with us!"
"Come splash in the waters!"
The rest of the voices were cut off when he shut the door behind him. He found himself in a hall of polished white marble, a number of valuable things in front of him just from plain sight. Gold candlestick holders, precious silk tapestries, and even a few jewels set into large paintings of her highness, the Queen herself, and her several different species daughters. Ahead of him, he could even see a large set of doors marked "Vault", with a lock on them.
Player 1:
He begins to grin as he slips through the hallway, slipping a few of the gold and valuables into his bag, taking a moment to teasingly blow a kiss at the queen before examining the lock to the vault. While his footsteps were nearly silent on against the hard floor, the sounds of him fiddling with the lock might bring more attention to him than he needed, cute or not~
Player 2:
On the other end of the hall, he could see 4 doors: Two on either end. On his right were two plan brown doors. On his left was a bright blue door set with gold trim, and then a white door with a mirror set into it.
And making matters worse, he heard guards footsteps walking towards his position, just a turn down a hallway away.
Player 1:
He plays with the lock for a moment. It was heavy enough that even with a key it would make quite a bit of noise. He would have to create a distraction before he tries anything with that. Right on queue, the sounds of someone coming. He didn't have much of a plan yet, but that wouldn't stop him. He opens one of the plain doors juuuust a bit, to give a passerby the idea that someone incredibly mysterious had passed through, before examining the other doors. Curiosity would end up winning above practicality, and the thieving cat would find himself drawn to the door with the mirror.
Player 2:
Opening the door, he was met with a cloud of steam. A bathing chamber! There was a large pool of steamy water, with a little yellow ducky floating along the top of it. Around it were several servants in the same attire as the harem slaves, armed with bathing implements. And in their center...
The Minotaur Queen.
Enormous, her breasts each easily as large as his head... perhaps larger. Deep brown fur, with long raven-black hair, which a servant was adoringly brushing and straightening out. Deep, glowing green eyes. A long bovine snout, and two bright white horns curling up on either end of her, like a crown of sorts, or a mantle. She was buck naked, the soap in the water barely covering most of her frame, but she looked bigger, and stronger, and more prominent than The Black Paw had ever seen her be in portraits or pictures.
And she said a single word, loud and commandingly. "GUARDS!"
Player 1:
The cat curses his luck, doing an immediate heel turn and striding down the hallway and through one of the brown doors. If he was lucky, there would be a window he could bolt out of, so he could come at it from a different angle. If not, then he could always figure out a plan from the relative safety of their dungeon. Most guards usually missed the lockpick he had tucked away behind his ear. He makes a quick throw with one of the heavier treasures in his bag, knocking the loose door open as he slams his way through the unopened one to hide
Player 2:
He didn't get very far. Both ends of the hallway were soon filled with guards. And these ones, while scantily clad, were not weak. Big, burly amazonian woman, many of them of bovine or equine breeds, grabbing him and tearing away at his equipment and pulling away at his clothes, even. Stripping his things away and holding him down.
Player 1:
He whimpers as his gear is pulled off of him, trying and failing to claw his way out of the bad situation as more and more of his toned, androgynous frame was exposed. "H-hey, let go! I-it's not like I hurt anyone!" He whimpers, kicking and mewling as he tries to maneuver himself to wriggle out of their grasp
Player 2:
The guards held him down, pressed up against the cold stone floor, his nipples and shaft making him shiver as the bare skin came in contact with it. Hearing the sound of hoofprints on the stone and the dripping of water against stone, he soon found himself reunited with her. Staring up at the Minotaur Queen, he found a brown, growing shaft swinging between her thighs. Muscular and yet padded and soft in her legs and arms and thighs, she stared down at him, an enormous bosom wiggling as she breathed. "Well well well..." Looking down, a playful smirk on her long snout, her ropey tail whipping back and forth, she cupped the overgrown kitten's muzzle. "What's your name, little thief? Answer me and I may let you live."
Player 1:
He gulps for a moment at the sight of the behemoth, his body certainly beginning to respond to the sight of the guards and their queen. He shivers as she grabs him by the muzzle. "I am the Black Claw of the southern coast. You don't know it, but your treasures are already forfeit~" He replies, trying to sound impressive even as he finds himself at their mercy.
Player 2:
The Queene stared at him, eyes widen. Then, after another moment, she began to laugh. The thief's vision of her snout was obscured by her heaving bosom, bouncing up and down as she laughed deep and hard. Her flaccid shaft was drooling, a bit of precum spattering onto his muzzle. A moment later, she bent down to lock eyes with his, her bright green eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, I like you. We're going to have quite a lot of fun together." She giggled, her voice deep and... amorous. Snapping two hooved fingers, she looked at her guards. "Guards! Tie him up and lead him, naked as he is, into my private chambers. From there, restrain him further. After my bath, I will begin breaking in... my newest servant."
With that, as the Black Claw was let slowly rise to his footpaws, she turned, her ass swaying back and forth in his sight as she walked back into her bathing chambers, servants eagerly cooing over her and complaining how the interruption had undid ALL their hard work!
Meanwhile, Black Claw felt two guards yanking his arms out. A pair of bright white ropes was wrapped around them at the wrists several times, then spiraled down along his arms and tied off at the elbows. "Get moving, cutie." One of the bulls said, in a very very girly voice, as she prodded his butt to encourage him to follow two others. The two ahead of him held the rope binding his arms, while the eight behind him watched, occasionally complimenting him on his butt or asking him how big he thought he was.
Player 1:
The cat sputters a bit as his mouth is splashed by her fluids, his arousal becoming a bit more obvious with all the bodies on display. He wasn't quite a bottom, but he certainly wouldn't turn down an opportunity to give a rear like hers a good seeing to. All he'd have to do was play along as a good little "concubine" until he got an opportunity to make good his escape. He grins as one of the bulls pulls him up, binding his wrists and elbows together. He examines the knots, making note of where the tension is. It wouldn't be the first time he's had to pop his shoulder out to get out of a scrape. He might be able to slip out if he's lucky or their careless enough to leave him on his own for a while. Until then, he plays the part. "H-hey, where are you taking me? YOu can't do this, you brutes~" He calls out to the guards escorting him, making small vain struggles as they lead him along
Player 2:
The guards led him towards a pair of onxy-black double-doors, the frame studded with diamonds. "This is the Queen's private bedchambers, little cat." One of the guards said, as they opened the doors and led him in.
The Minotuar Queen had an enormous bed, something that could easily fit eight of Black Claw with no problem... or perhaps the queen herself and three people his size. Her room smelled like incense being burned from the several brasiers that were lining the walls. Several servants stood by to feed the burning brasiers, or performing other tasks within the room such as cleaning soot off the walls. The Black Claw could notice that there were trappings of luxury and expense EVERYWHERE in the room: Golden statues, expensive vases, every servant wearing jewelry, every decoration seemingly more expensive.
Including what looked like a golden hook suspended from the center of the ceiling.
The guards carried him over towards the hook, undoing the ropes along his wrists. "I see she's in a suspension sort of mooooood today!" one of the horse guards actually mood. "Fun!" He said with an effeminate giggle. "Ok, now we're going to tie you up, okies?" They said, as two beefy hands clamped down on his shoulders, keeping him from running. ANd another pair of hands scooped up his legs, keeping him from moving.
The ropes were re-applied, his legs tied up at the ankles, with ropes wrapping up around his legs and thighs separately like two candy canes set alongside each other. His tail was tied down to his left thigh, as they moved up to criss-cross the ropes along his stomach, and then again along his chest, covering up his nipples. Flipping him over so his stomach pointed towards the ground, they bent his legs and arms forward, tying his wrists and ankles together, and then suspended him from the hook, just level with the height of the bed, his body bent like a C.
Player 1:
He squirms and wriggles as he's led through the doors, trying to take in the exits and entryways, until his eyes catch the glimmering treasures (both the furniture and servants), his bright eyes matching their luster as he runs their value in his head, momentarily forgetting to check the exits or guard himself as they lift him up. He mewls like a little girl as he's wrapped up, blushing at the tight rope entwining his body. To his surprise, they seemed oddly professional at this, compared to the usual guards. Even the rope was nice quality, if a bit ornate. He tests his wrists and ankles, finding no real purchase to be had. IT seems like he'd be stuck here until she came for him, dangling like another prize for her. He gulps, trying not to think about why this was starting to turn him on...
Player 2:
Black Claw waited for about twenty minutes for her to deign to grace him with her presence. Until then, he spent time suspended by the hook, breathing in perfumed air and feeling his head get more lightheaded from the experience. His cock seemed to tingle every time he breathed in the incense-laden air. And then, the twin stone doors slammed open, a seemingly effortless thing for the Queen. She had decided to wear clothing now that she was done bathing, bright puffy white harem pants that ended at her hooves, and a loose fitting robe that ended just below her waistline. "Oh, I'd almost forgotten about you." She said, mooing for a moment, smirking.
"I am Queen Tikal Sulfaina, the Minotaur Queen." She cooed, cupping the Black Claw's cheeks in a pair of hands that ended in hoof tips. "I have decided that you shall become one of my new sandal bearers. Your name will be Cocoa." With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she reached down to rub at his bare cock. "Oh, how teeny! Does it bother you, knowing that your queen is more of a male than you are?" Her grin grew shit-eating. "Or does it turn you on, kitten?"
Player 1:
He begins to grow slightly impatient, only slightly, as he's ignored and left literally hanging while the queen is away on her own business. There was the occasional squirm to see if any of the knots were loose, only to find that he -might- be able to wriggle his way out if he was given an hour to himself and room to curse. He can't help but to tear his attention over to her as she announces her presence, his body coming back to attention. He hides a look of indignation at the name she gave him, but it was hardly out of character. He keeps a petulant grin on his face as she grips his cheeks in her strong hand. "I'm more partial to Rook or Crow, but you're the boss" he offers, "And while I can't compete with your size, queen, I've made a bear beg for more, and I reckon I can show your impressive rear a good time" he begins to purr
Player 2:
She smirked. "I'm certain you'd enjoy trying. But before we even get started with that, my rich little Cocoa, by enjoying a bit of what I've denied you. Motion. DANCE." Her green eyes flared with life and activity, as she took a few steps back from him.
A collective gasp filled the room.
"The queen is going to dance!"
"The queen is dancing for him! That lucky cat!"
"Our lovely queen will dance!"
"A dance! A dance!"
At the cheering, Queen Minotaur laughed. "And you all may watch, if you promise to be good girls and make sure my new pet kitten gets to see every moment of it." She smirked, folding her arms and watching, as most of the servants in the room crowded around the Black Claw's form, paws holding him, one paw even stroking his cock while another servant sat just behind the queen, putting a flute to his lips.
Player 1:
He looks up at her, blushing more as the servants start to crowd around him. Hesitation was starting to grip him as they held him in place, hands rubbing and gripping him as his head was held to watch the queen's body. Something was finally causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end, as he can only wriggle against his restraints
Player 2:
Closing her eyes, Queen Tikal tore the bathrobe top off of her body in a single fluid motion, tossing it behind her onto the bed. Underneath, her bosom was bare, two enormous brown breasts that Black Claw could almost HEAR milk sloshing around in. A bead of the substance even formed around her right nipple, just as if it knew she was thinking about it. "Begin playing!" Her right hand lifted over her head. Her left hand lowered to press against her chest. She held the position for just a moment, as the servant behind her, a pale white vixen, began to play. The flute music was low and subtle, meant to accentuate the dancing, rather than distract from it.
Tikal took off with a motion to the left, her paws swaying to either side, her hips and chest bouncing as she shuffled her feet. Pressing her paws together over her head, she began to arch her stomach in a circular pattern, a pink jewel set in her bellybutton glistening and glinting in the darkness. "MMm... relax... enjoy... relax... enjoy..." She began humming those words over and over again as she belly danced, as if they were a mantra. The girls around Black Claw murmured them as well, the words sneaking into his ears as the incense entered his nostrils.
"Relax"
"Enjoy"
"Relax"
"Enjoy"
His body was steered as she danced, her every motion, every heave of her breasts, every wiggle of her hips on full display. She began to slide down her pants, letting a flaccid eight inch shaft reveal itself as she giggled, spinning around to bend over and flash him her plump, ripe rear before standing back up and spinning around again, the bovine's tummy dancing for him, the pretty pink crystal sparkling on his eyes.
(Hip-Nosis)
Player 1:
He watches, at first focused on the jewel, then more upon her body, her movements, her commanding presence, his eyes racing to follow where she lead. Every so often he would catch himself, trying to tear himself away, only for his kleptomania to draw him back into her jewelry, and back to her body, back where she commanded. His movements become more sluggish, as he struggles to put up resistance. Why should he struggle? He should just enjoy the bindings, after all. He should enjoy the lovely incense. He should just enjoy the dance, and each mantra made it just a bit harder to argue as he began to take in as much of her movements as he could, his bright eyes focused less on her finery and more on her whole being.
Player 2:
During her dance, the other servants began stroking at his balls, at his cock, whispering to the cat how good it felt to serve her, how good it felt ot be tied up. Giggling and teasing him, making sure his shaft was good and drooling.
Queen Tikal smirked, her hips arching, the crystal's belly dance cirling around and around as the Black Claw watched. She continued murmuring, pushing her hands to her right side.
"Love the herd queen"
"Worship your queen"
"Love the herd queen"
"Worship your queen"
Her words tingled in Black Claw's mind. Her breasts bounced, a gentle ripple of white running down them, milk leaking out of her body, making his mouth feel dryer.
Player 1:
He whimpers, trying in vain to push against the servants touch. His cock was leaking against their hand by now, as his body begins to ache for more attention. She was worthy of worship. No, he needed to worship her, e needed to belong to her. He was bucking and wriggling now, desperate to get closer, desperate to give himself to her, if even for a moment.
Player 2:
The dance was drawing to a close. Her hips started to slow. Her legs spread, revealing her growing shaft. The Minotaur Queen let her paws brush agianst the head, a dribble of precum hitting the floor, mixing with her milk. She licked her lips.
"Embrace the herd"
"You are a sissy cow"
"Embrace the herd"
"You are a sissy cow"
She moved her paws down, arching to cup her groin, as she looked at the kitty, her hips arching, her cock and the jewel in her belly button making circles in the air. The more he listened, the more the crowd repeated it. The more her teachings slipped within him. The kitten felt his cock being stroked with every rotation, every rolling of her hips sending another flash of pleasure. Every word she murmured reminding him how good he felt. The ropes clinging to him, holding him prisoner, becoming like an old friend, restraining him and teasing him but letting him watch and absorb.
Player 1:
He whimpers, drooling and watching her cock, all his thoughts drawn to the wonderful feeling of submission. He shudders, licking his lips as he watches her. He felt so thirsty now, so empty without her to fill him. His body felt so heavy in its restraints, but so wonderfully warm as they played with him. He was chanting along with them now, eager to soak himself in the blissful feelings the Queen was so kindly surrounding him in.
Player 2:
The queen stopped her dance, approaching the kitten and petting, stroking at his chin as the servants all dispersed, leaving him with an aching cock and a painful thirst. "Now then... what is your name, my servant?" She asked, her breasts so close to him that he could smell the scent of the oil coating them, but so woefully far away.
Player 1:
He watches her hips, her body, her eyes. He was a panting mess by now. He doesn't resist as she cups his head in her hand, even mewling happily at the attention. He blinks dumbly, forgetting for a second. What did she say it was? There's a moment, then he mewls "Cocoa?" He almost asks, hoping it pleased her.
Player 2:
The queen nodded. "Good girl. You are Cocoa, the new calf in my herd." With a seductive purr in her voice, she moved her hands down to cup her breasts. "Would Cocoa like a bit of milk from her Herd Queen? A chance to nurse and grow big and strong like her herd sisters?"
Player 1:
There was a part of them that resented the idea of being tied down. That wanted to get out with whatever he could carry. But he was buried deep in a wonderful haze, bound and languid. Cocoa just wanted to listen more, to feel more of her queen. SHe nods, her mouth achingly dry. She wanted to be whatever her queen desired, but more than that, she wanted so desperately to drink.
Player 2:
The Queen laughed. "Part your lips, little Cocoa. You've been given a rare gift. Mother's Milk is Strong."
Player 1:
She opened her mouth wide for her, her eyes staring up into her queen's.
Player 2:
The queen tilted her new pet's head down and her right breast up, pushing it up against Cocoa's lips. With a gentle squeeze to her bosom, sweet ambrosia poured into the kitten's mouth. While he was suckling, The Minotuar Queen mooed and sighed in bliss, reaching down to stroke at Cocoa's throbbing cock while holding his paw and petting his hair with her free paw. "That's a good girl. Good little sissy calf. Fill your tummy with Mother's Milk while your mind empties. It feels so very good to just let the leader of the Herd do your thinking for you, don't it? To be bound and obedient, to laugh and play and serve your queen like your sissy sisters." The milk that Cocoa drank had a noticeable effect on him. His precum was growing more clear, his body tingling gently. His hair grew a bit, and his nipples swelled out, growing more sensitive. "Old desires, old wants and needs feeling less important. It feels soooo much better to just clear your mind and fill your stomach. To take in more of Momma's magic milk and enjoy thinking of your coming service... and if you're real lucky, you can become one of Momma's harem slaves..."
Player 1:
She shivers in anticipation, leaning her head up to meet her breast, until a wash of milk floods her tongue. Her eyes widen as she hungrily starts to feed from her Mistress, her body pushing to better meet her queen's hands. All thoughts of her identity and self washing away with her Queen's words as she becomes a better little girl for her. Each stroke and sentence making her moan and shudder with pleasure, moaning along as best as she can to agree with her Mistress, nearly cumming at the thought of joining her harem properly.
Player 2:
After a few moments, the queen switched tits, pushing her other teat into Cocoa's waiting muzzle. By this point, the kitten's tummy had puffed out from fluid. Yet she found herself craving, NEEDING more. Her hips were puffing out. Growing more pillowy. Her thighs did the same. Little bumps formed on her chest. Her voice was even growing more highly pitched as her seed grew sterile. "Momma's good little sissy calf. Never going to be a male again. Such a good sissy... wanting to be pretty and sweet, wanting to learn to take her mommy's cock. Wanting to learn to obey and be so sweet and seductive..."
Player 1:
She becomes more insistent in her feeding, her body shivering as her changes take shape. SHe shuddered at the thoughts filling her head: The thought of being remade to serve the whims and needs of her queen filled her with a previously unknowable fulfillment. SHe drools, purring happily for her Queen as she feels her new body begin to take shape. She felt herself becoming quite proud of it, hoping her QUeen would see her worthy to display as a precious jewel~
Player 2:
The Minotaur Queen pulled away from her new subject. "Now it's time. Time for the queen to claim her due. Time for you to begin your new duties" She began to spin the changing Kitten around, until her rump was facing the queen. A finger pushed Cocoa's tail up slowly. Gently. "You'll feel just a bit of pain, and then pleasure the likes of which you've never known." Something firm and fleshy was spreading Cocoas cheeks. She felt the royal scepter drooling against her hole. Getting it moist. The whole time, Queen Tikal was stroking at her shaft, teasing Cocoa's sissy stick for all it was worth. "When I cum inside you, you're going to spurt out all those silly thoughts of being a robber. As I fill you with my vision for you."
She pushed inside, her shaft sawing back and forth slowly within the newly changed kitten. It was painful at first. Stretching Cocoa's backside wasn't easy. But every inch brought with it increased pleasure, washing out the pain from her mind. Especially when the queen stroked and rubbed at her own sissy lenght in time with her thrusts. Eventually, the queen was hilted inside a catbutt. "Soon, you'll be practicing with golden casts of my length every day." She growled, before starting to saw back and forth, humping fast and faster and faster...
Cumming inside the kitten.
Player 1:
Cocoa whimpers at first, but soon begins to moan out in time with her Queen's efforts. She pushes back as much as she is able in her predicament, but it was a futile effort. All she could do was feel her Queen fill her with her vision and her will. All she could do was moan out and cum out all her old thoughts and identities, letting her beloved queen shape her new herd-member to suit her wonderful whims. Unbidden, her mouth opens, and she cries out "Th-thank you, my Queen!"
A gentle breeze blew against Cocoa's rump, as she settled into her new mindset...
The End