Lady Alicia Acorn, the Queen Mother and former Queen of the Kingdom of Acorn, can't believe what she's hearing. Her husband, old and decrepit from the magical influence and the warping effects of the Zone of Silence, sits in his wheelchair, fingers laced together, and his body shaking. But the look on his eyes shows off his serious intent.
“Max, surely you can't be serious."
“I've never been more serious in all my life," the former monarch says. “And… with what little lucidity I have left, I grant you this gift."
— 
Lady Alicia sits across Rosemary Prower, enjoying a spot of tea on the balcony. “It's quite lovely to have you, Councilwoman," the royal says. “Everything has been changing so fast these past few years. I'm happy a woman like you has risen to such a prominent spot among the people. Why it only seems like yesterday that you were nothing more than the commander's wife. And now, here you are, in one of the highest forms of office in our kin- Republic.
Rosemary sighs, taking a sip of her own tea. “Thank you, your grace. It has been rather stressful, but to see the Republic thrive, especially now that we've finally defeated Dr. Eggman. It's quite thrilling to think of the possibilities we can get to, moving forward.
“You know," the queen says, placing her saucer down, her hands folding over her lap. “It is precisely looking into the future that I want to do. I want to see what we can do if we can remove some of our old preconceived notions and try different things. I've read a little about your book about your time on Argentium. I was wondering about a few things."
“Oh? Well, I'm happy to educate you, Highness," the fox says, placing down her drink as well. “What do you wish to know."
“The Bem," the queen begins, “these creatures from a different planet. They all are copies of one another, somehow, yes?"
“That's correct,"
“So, I'm correct in saying that each of them is female. Every last one?"
“Yes, indeed," Rosemary chuckles. “I sometimes wonder if that is the key to their peaceful existence."
The queen titters at that. “Oh, well, that's a conversation I don't think I'm ready for."
Rosemary frowns. “Then, what are you looking for?"
“Well, I was curious about the matters of courtship among them. How is it that they form romantic bonds there?"
Rosemary sighs, tapping her finger against the table. “Highness, surely you realize that homosexual attraction isn't alien to us on Mobius?"
Rosemary waves her hand, “Please… I may be old-fashioned, but I understand there are people different than I am. What are their family units like? Your book skims over that part of their society. Yet, you seem to indicate it is important in their political ideologies."
“Ah, yes, that… well, the publisher wasn't exactly keen on me addressing such things, and—"
“But I am most keen," Alicia says, leaning in, elbows on the table, her eyes narrowed. “There's something about these women that is quite fascinating, and you may be frank with me. I am quite keen to learn."
Rosemary gulps, adjusting the strap on her dress. “Well, the thing about the Bem, Highness, is that they do not see the same family units. Theirs is a culture of free exchange in ideas and in more physical attributes."
“Now, tell me," Alicia says, swirling her finger over the rim of her cup. “Did you participate in these exchanges? What did Amadeus think?"
Rosemary looks down, biting her lip, eyes scanning at nothing in particular. “W… well, we wanted to learn as much as we could, and… we were barred from coming home, so we figured we'd involve ourselves in some of the local customs."
“Do you miss it?"
“What?"
“Do you miss making love with the intelligent and wise race?"
Rosemary pushes herself away from the table. “I… I'm sorry, I don't know what…"
“Rosemary… I need your help."
The fox stops, lowering herself down. “What..?"
“Max is old, and he's set in his ways. I've… spent many years in a coma, dreaming of fantastic things that I could have never conceived of in reality, and I'm not too certain on how any of it works. You have experience with a husband who has allowed you to be open… you have experience pleasing women. Rosemary, I want you to teach me. I want you to show me how it is that I could please a woman so that I may break free from the bonds of tradition."
“Well, your highness, I-"
“Alicia,"
She gulps, “Alicia, it's all well and good that you want to be progressive, but sex isn't really about that, is it? It's more about passions flaring and expressing desire and-"
“But Councilwoman, I do desire you. Have you never thought of me in such a way, even in secret?"
The Councilwoman pauses, takes a deep breath through her nose, and then lets out a sigh. “It would be political suicide. The people aren't ready to-"
“Then, shall we make them ready, one step at a time?" she asks. “You don't have anything better to do after our little tea, do you? My chambers are secure, and I've been admiring you this whole time. I'll let you do whatever you wish to me—quite the opportunity, yes?"
Rosemary chuckles at that, “Well, Alicia, I have to say I do revel in the idea of being able to screw the monarchy."
“That's the spirit!" the Queen Mother says, pushing herself up. “Then, it is settled. You will have your way with me posthaste. Come, come!"
And with that, Alicia glides into the castle, leaving Rosemary flabbergasted yet quite intrigued.

When Rosemary Prower had been taken to Argentium, she was in the worst period of her life—robotizied, enslaved, and separated from her only child. Never had she imagined as a girl that she would be whisked away for ten years to a faraway world with alien species and alien mindsets.
And yet, her time as an “honored guest” for the Bem never quite prepared her for the sight before her now. Queen Mother Alicia Acorn, stripped of her royal dress and wearing a black corset, wither matching panties, garters, and stockings, standing before the councilwoman with her arms over her chest, blushing and looking aside.
“Your highness,” the fox begins, but Alicia’s gaze returns to Mrs. Prower, and she hushes her with an outstretched hand.
“Please, call me Alicia while we are here. And… aren’t you going to undress yourself? That is how this works, right?”
Rosemary’s tail puffs up, and she gulps, her ears twitching. “Ah, ri-right, I’m the one in charge of this aren’t I?” she asks, moving to unbutton her coat. Her fingers fumble at the top button, only to stop after a moment’s hesitation. “Actually…” she begins. “I don’t think I will…”
“W… what?” Alicia balks. “But, when two are together, they get naked.”
Rosemary smirks, drinking in the sight of the helpless royal before her. She saunters forward, her boots making loud footfalls as she approaches, reaching up, stroking the queen’s chin. “That’s only if the two involved are on equal footing, Alicia. You came to me because you’re a perverted woman seeking new thrills, not as a Queen demanding a subject.” She brushes a finger over a stray hair over the queen’s head and leans in, whispering at her ear. “That means while we are together, I am the one who has total authority.”
The gamble is a huge one indeed. One false move, and Rosemary could not only lose her power here, but be destroyed politically if Alicia decided to call the guards.
But Alicia doesn’t call. She swallows, perhaps her pride as well as some spit. Rosemary takes this opportunity to squeeze Alicia’s cheeks, gently, but with enough force to give the older woman an almost comedic look as she opens her mouth.
Mrs. Prower does not let Queen Acorn have an opportunity to say anything, as that is the moment she slides her tongue inside of the royal’s mouth. The kiss is primal. It’s messy, and it is loud. When she pulls back, some of the saliva bridges from one woman to the other, and when Rosemary pulls her tongue back into her mouth, it dribbles downward.
“I don’t know how you and your husband made love,” Rosemary said, “But it’s nothing like what the people of Argentium do.” Placing another hand upon the queen’s shoulder, she coaxes Alicia down to her knees, while still she holds onto her mouth. “Imagine, if you will, a society run entirely by the clones of a super genius—someone so lonely that her only course of action was to make more of herself for company. The types of lewd shit that the Bem were up to—it would make a proper lady like you faint.
Alicia sits upon the floor, her breath coming in fast. Her eyes lock onto the woman looming over her and she lets out harsh gasps, desiring, no, needing to hear more.
Rosemary Smirks.
“Seems like you’re undeterred, huh Alicia?”
“I spent… so long…” Alicia begins, coughing, gripping her knees, “on ice. I was deprived of my young years by disease. I just want to live, and I want to live to the fullest!”
“Well then,” Rosemary says, letting go of her finally. “Why don’t we help you with that? There’s only so much I can do without the proper equipment, but I’m sure I can accommodate you. Now then, up!”
Soon, Alicia is thrown onto the bed, laying on her side. The fox climbs up in front of her, pressing her chest upon the queen’s. A hand presses behind the chipmunk’s head, while another slides down, snapping her garters before sliding down to her panties. “By the time I’m done with you,” Rosemary says, “you’ll forget all about what sex used to be for you.”
Fingers slide inside of Alicia, filling her up. The queen gasps and cries, squirming underneath the touches. “Ahh… R… Rosemary!” The queen whines, “Y… you use you… your fingers!?”
“Oh, my dear pet,” Rosemary growls, kissing at the queen’s neck. “Whatever did you think women used with other women?”
Almost as if on instinct, the queen tilts her neck, biting her lip, letting out a sigh through her nostrils.
Rosemary’s heart races. There is so much that she could do to surprise and excite the older woman just with things that are so basic back where she came from. The idea that she could wrap the woman around her finger, or have the woman wrapped around hers, spurs her own.
Pumping her digits deep into her, the fox has her thumb play about her clitoris, rolling at the sensitive spot. “Oh, you’re going to be so fun!” Rosemary growls. “And this is only just the beginning!
Faster than either expected, the queen’s cry of delight fills the room. Rosemary sits up on the edge of the bed, pulling her glistening fingers away from the royal pussy, rubbing the discharge across the woman’s thigh. “Oh yes, you’re just ripe for teaching all sorts of fun things, aren’t you, your highness?
Laying with her panties drenched, the queen can only nod and sigh, closing her eyes. “I’m eager, Mrs. Prower, to continue.”
Rosemary stands up and walks on over towards the door. “Oh, I’m sure. And by the way, call me ‘mistress.”