at the kings command
very short story about a friend of mine
no names mentioned XP
At the kings command
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It was a rainy night, and the kingdom was astir. No one really wanted it to rain. Every day the weather in the kingdom turned bad usually meant that one of the house servants would have to be sacrificed for the night to sate the king's wishes for a boredom free night. A mighty roar erupted through the castle, signaling them to assemble in the main chamber. No one refused to go; they were scolded or worse if they didn't show up, or if they didn't show up fast enough.
Everyone shuddered as the lion slammed his glass down on the table, spilling wine as the last of the servants came into the chamber. "It's raining," he said with a little sigh. "I try to save you all from myself when there is work to do, but considering how much of a gloomy day it is, I need someone to cheer me up." No one made a sound; most of them just looked down as the lion got up. "Line up if you don't mind?" he murmured as they rushed to form a line.
"Now then, whose turn is it this time? Maybe a slippery otter?" the lion said while going up to a brown river otter, using the back of his hand to brush the side of the otter's face. "No, I'm feeling the need for a longer tongue... how about you, dog?" he said and pointed to a spotted dog, wrapped in a cloak since the dog was busy doing maintenance outside in the rain.
"My lord, I'm all wet. I highly doubt that you would have need for one of my stature. Take one of your other fine servants; you need me to continue making you such fine wine sir," the quick-mouthed, spotted dog said to his king. The lion gave an annoyed little snarl; how could this peasant be talking to him like that? To him, of all people?
"No, now I exclusively choose you. I want you in my chambers getting ready for bed. The rest of you go about your day, and more wine if you would?" the lion said to the smaller dog, holding out his glass as the dog pulled out a bottle from beneath his robes.
"One of my finest. It's the least I can do after speaking up against my lordship," he said as he poured it with a bow.
"Yes, good correction. Now get ready, I will require attention soon, leave the wine bottle behind," the lion told him as he drank the entire cup in a fluid motion after he was done speaking.
"Wait, what are you?" the dog asked as the king took the bottle and took a long swig of the wine. "...Ah never mind I'll figure that out later big guy," he said while the lion purred gently. As he walked away, the dog said under his breath, "Won't be long now... HAH!" He laughed loudly and shortly, having his voice echo throughout the entire castle. The massive lion sat down again, making sure to would drink as much of this bottle as he could before going up to his quarters and the dog.
By the time that took place, the king stumbled into his room, slamming the door behind him and making the dog jump. "Put more wood on the fire would you? The night air is rather chilly," he said with a little purr as walked toward the dog. Right as the spotted canine began bending over to pick up some wood, the lion gripped the dog's ass, feeling up the small dog and loving how much bigger he was compared to everyone else. The fact that his hand was bigger than the dog's hip helped as he gave him a really good grip. The fact that the lion was intoxicated didn't help either, as this was getting him rather worked up. "Now, strip. I want to see what features you have, and just what you are. And what is your name?" he asked.
"I am but your humble servant sir," the dog quickly said, taking off his clothes to show his lean figure, spotted body and fluffy tail. Wasting no time, he went up to the lion and pushed his king onto the bed. The drunken lion loved this as the dusky climbed up onto the lion. Unclasping the royal robes and letting them stay underneath of the lion, since the king was too heavy and drunk to really move, the Dalmatian mix lay on top of the lion, rubbing his majesty's muscles, seeing how big of a man this lion was. It was as if his whole body was made of muscle; the king was a very powerful lion.
As the dog reached down to undo the lion's pants, the lion stopped him and told him turn around. He wanted to get a good look at the dog's ass, and he did own the ass after all. It was wonderful how light the dog felt on him, how tight and firm that ass looked. Gripping the butt again as the king watched, something seemed a bit different. The feline's hand was big enough to grip a whole ass cheek, but was unable to reach across the hip as well. Falling back down as another brick wall of drunkenness hit him, all he could do was cover his eyes with his hands as the weight of the dog on top pressed against his stomach.
He looked down only to find the spotted ass really close to his face; he couldn't help but reach for it, marveling at how big the spotted tail was. He wondered just how big that tail really was. "Hey get off, you're getting heavy. Go do something sexy, that ass of yours is driving my mind wild," the lion grunted as the weight on top of him shifted, but the shift was not like he was expecting. The dog pushed his ass right on top of the lion's face, and the lion pushed back, his hands covering part of each cheek as he pushed against it. The dog's ass was massive and he knew he had to be completely wasted; no one's ass was that big, until he was wafted by the air from the tail wagging. He saw just how big that fluffy tail was... it was massive, way bigger than his body.
Getting off of the shrunken king and turning around, the dog saw the sprawled out lion. He was doll sized, about a foot and a half and quickly getting smaller. The groggy drunk tried sitting up before a huge hand from the Dalmatian mixed breed stopped him and pushed him back down. Putting pressure on the lion to see if his concoction was working, the canine smiled as what he knew would happen. Turning around and wagging his tail he began slowly descending down on top of the lion.
"Hey what sorcery is this? I-I-I..." the king stuttered but then stopped as the massive rear end came into view, getting bigger by the second. Looking up at it, he saw all the detail of the furred rump as it came down over top of him; it was tight, and the spots stared down at him as the milky white sea of fur blocked out everything else. The massive ass finally hit the lion, forming around him as the larger dog didn't put all his weight down, just pinning his captive down so he couldn't escape.
"What? My liege I can't hear you, I think the moon is in its proper alignment if you understand that concept," the spotted dog giggled. He sat down and sighed as he relaxed over the lion, as the lion flattened out and shrank a bit so he was just as tall as one of the dog's huge ass cheeks. "You will not be hurt that much, your body can now compress after weight is applied, and you will be about this small. Time to get revenge for a couple people now," the giant dog said as he got up and put the lion under one of his cheeks. He leaned toward that side, flattening the lion a little bit more as most of his weight was pushed onto the lion.
"Hmmm, what now my little kitty?" the spotted dog asked to himself as he started to bounce a little, covering up the lion with his ass. He got up slowly, and upon seeing the lion still a little compressed, he went to pick up some heavy books. Reaching up with his leg and putting the paw down on top of the lion, he lifted himself up onto the bed. He put all his weight over top of the shrunken king as he moved onto the bed, and stood over top of the lion while wiggling his toes on top of him before he got off.
Smiling down at the slightly more flattened lion, the canine bounced a little bit on the bed before jumping high in the air with books still in his arms. He landed with the full momentum of the books and his body right on top of the lion, squishing him flat into a pancake underneath the huge dog ass. Giving a little butt grind to tease little lion with his massive rear, the dog lay back on the bed. Relaxing and keeping the lion under him, he wrapped a blanket over top of himself. With a little yawn and a little wiggle, the dog began the journey to sleep. He couldn't wait for tomorrow, when the small little king wasn't so drunk; maybe he would put up a fight before being squished?