Queen’s Legacy Part 4; Buns of Fur Bunnie and Antoine had taken up residence in the palace almost since day one. The married couple had always been close to Sonic and Sally since they were children and their experiences in the Freedom Fighters only strengthened that bond. All this leading Ant to secure himself a role within the royal guard, his undying loyalty to Sally serving his job well. Bunnie, however, was having trouble finding her place in this new world. She had long since been cured of the robotization she had had much of her life, but she feared the effects of the heavy metals her body still carried on any possible future children. With that information and her role as Knotholes “muscle” no longer needed, Bunnie felt rather lost. In their darkest hour she had thrived and even protected her husband, but now their roles were reversed. To make things worse their bed had been getting colder in their new surroundings, Bunnie still loved her husband, but she had to admit to herself that lately he had just not been performing. All this came to a head the night before Sally’s impregnation, the night when “Sally’s” secret plan for global stability via an heir was told to those who would guard her room and those who would be asked to “contribute”. Antoine still held some public reputation as a hero for his involvement in Knotholes survival and as such was given the chance to sire his own royal heir. And Ant was all too willing to add himself to this mix. This was Bunnie’s breaking point. She couldn’t help it. Before Antoine left to make his “addition” she confronted him, she just unleashed all her frustrations. All the words she’d held deep within her; her worries that his eyes were still wondering towards Sally’s body, her feeling of alienation as she lost her place, the loss of being able to carry his child, the fact he now wanted SALLY to carry his child and even the poor experiences they’d had in bed. All these feelings spewing from her mouth in a vicious tirade that battered Ant in a raw show of emotion, the emotions Bunnie had felt for a long time. When she was finished her eyes were red, her mouth was dry and she collected herself to apologise for losing control. She still loved her husband after all and she only wanted them both to be happy. But what her eyes found as they refocused surprised her; she had expected Ant to be stunned, crying or angry, anything but what she saw. Ant was stood stock still with his penis harder than she had seen it in a long time. His uniform poking out abruptly on his crotch with even a slight damp spot of pre-cum at its tip soaking the cloth. At first Bunnie didn’t know what to say, what to do, but the realisation came over her in flashes; his attitude during their freedom fighting, his fawning for a girl he could not have, his failed posturing and the cowardice he’d made into almost a trademark of his. All these signs lead Bunnie to understand the missing truth of her husband and what she had to do. Bunnie took her left hand and grabbed her husband’s erection through his pants, her once-robotic hand symbolising the power she had over him now. He was under her control as she pulled him to their marital bed, but stopping him from entering it. Instead she sat on the side of their bed and pulled him down by his manhood forcing him to kneel before her. “I get ya now darlin’” Bunnie spoke softly and yet in a way that unnerved Antoine slightly, “All this high praise and fancy livin’ has taken you away from your true callin’...” She pulled her pink leotard to the side and revealed her glistening lips mere inches from his muzzle, letting her scent fill his lungs and drive his need further. “Your true callin’ as my personal cunt-licker!” Bunnie grabbed Ant’s head and forced him into her pussy, closing her legs to hold him in place until she felt those familiar wet laps at her folds. He had always been a very giving lover, having plenty of practice providing the “backup” when he had been underperforming. But now it was the end of even trying for Bunnie, she knew now he was failing because he didn’t want to be in charge, he was a follower, a servant of those in charge. He was a sub. “Oh my stars!” Bunnie rolled her head back in pleasure as Ant’s work brought fruit, “I don’t know if we’ll need to bother with that silly little thing between your legs.” She swore she could feel his face burning between her thighs in the embarrassment. His erection still caged within his clothing and with no attempt made to release it on Antoine’s part. “I think I’ve got an idea!” Bunnie brushed her husband’s hair out of his eyes to let him look up at her devious smile, “If I’m not gonna be using it, we might as well lock up that snake of yours.” Antoine said nothing, whether it was down to defeat or shear lust, Bunnie was too far gone to care at this point. She simply rode her waves of pleasure, keeping her husband stuck until he gave her the pleasure she felt she was owed and she felt she was owed a lot. No matter what, their marriage would never be the same again. ----------------- Bunnie made good on her promise to lock Ant up, another secret order to Tails had Antoine’s pride securely locked within a tiny cage that made any further erections impossible. Unless, of course, he could convince Bunnie to use her key and she was relishing the new power she had regained too much to simply offer release so willingly. But tongues could only go so far and she needed new ways to push her husband to the levels of embarrassment he so obviously needed. At night she would tell him of the plans she had to replace his failed cock with another; perhaps ask Tails for a new toy, or even lure another man into their bed. Perhaps she’d let Ant watch if he behaved himself. All the while Ant was between her legs, servicing his wife as his poor little cock struggled in its bindings. At work he would carry out his duties in his full uniform, but in their quarters he was only to wear what she told him and many evenings left him in little but his cage and a set of his own bra and panties. Ant would always be her husband and she loved him with all her heart. But now, he was no longer a man to her. Their love had a different form now and the changes to their lives were only beginning. What surprised Bunnie most was the first opportunity to replace Ant’s “little Ant” and how she leap at it almost immediately. She had always flirted with Sonic. She knew Sonic and Sally were destiny at this point so they all knew a pet name here, or a kiss on the cheek there was no real harm when they were about to tie a second knot in the group. Then there were those rumours of Sonic and Sally having their own private fun. Though this was less private now as Sonic had approached Bunnie with a little invitation to their exclusive evenings. She couldn’t turn that down at the prospect of finally filling the hole she had excluded her husband from and perhaps getting to know her Sally a little more intimately would be just another added bonus. Even her role in their little game couldn’t make a better fit and on the night of their next game she made her excuses and left Antoine with no clue of where she was going. She was sure he would work it out once she got back and let him clean up the mess she would come back with. ------- During that evening she was hidden behind Sally’s throne, taking her place before Sally had entered so she could be sprung as Sonic’s surprise. She’d been asked to wear her pink leotard again to stir up those old memories and enjoy the fun of taking it off in their presence. She sat back to back with the throne and listened in to Sally’s arrival. She listened in to their exciting roles as a Tyrant and a fallen queen forced into his bidding. Getting a little hot in her little hiding space, needing all her strength to stop herself from slipping her fingers down her body and getting or own prequel to the pleasures coming, managing to compromise with massaging her breasts through her clothing. She heard Sally play her part so well, and finally confessing her need to be fucked by the King that had usurped her. She’d been asked to emerge once things were heating up and as the sounds of Sally’s moans and apologies rang out alongside the clear clap of Sonic’s hand on her rump, Bunnie knew it was time to make her appearance, slipping out just in time to see Sally collapse on the floor in and orgasmic heap. Bunnie was in awe of the scene as she made her way towards the pair; The girl she had know as such a powerhouse of strength was now a quivering mess on the floor, pierced and chained with her lover stood over her and his cock casting it’s shadow on her face. “Oh Shit Sugar-hog! I think you broke her!” Bunnie exclaimed as she draped herself over Sonic’s frame, feeling his body as she enjoyed his handiwork. “You’re right there Bun!” Sonic wrapped one arm around Bunnie as his other hand kept himself hard, “And I asked you here to fix her up. Train her to be the best slave a king could ask for.” Sonic pulled Bunnie into a kiss. This was neither the kiss of a friend nor the kiss from a lover, this was the kiss of pure lust, the kiss that trusts a tongue into her mouth and dominates it. Bunnie melted into this, her body reacting to the need within her and the desire for the rod so close to her grasp. This action spoke louder than words; their game would place her above Sally but her body would place her below her king. Part 5 Coming soon...