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\tMilkette reached into the bucket she held in her other hand, fishing around inside. She pushed small, folded pieces of paper all around, mixing them up as best she could before taking one between her fingers and plucking it out. She opened the paper up with her slender digits and squinted at the number – her eyes were just a little off when she decided to wear the Princess Jezebel outfit because she didn’t pack her glasses in with it.
\t“And the winner is… number 1!” She announced to a room full of spandex-clad underlings.
Whenever she went to Nori’s castle, she was in charge. All of Nori’s various minions had to do anything she said. It was just something Nori did to spoil her and make her feel special. When she did take on the role of princess, she put on a costume and everything complete with a little crown. The costume was skimpy and did everything feasibly possible to show off her wondrous assets. From the burgeoning swells of her massive mouse tits to the thong-swallower of an ass, the latex uniform squeaked and creaked around every curve.
The top was little more than the skimpiest jacket apparel, with stretchy, shiny blue rubber sheathing her torso and wrapping around her upper arms to leave her shoulders bare. The front had a massive window for her creamed-coffee tits to spill out, with “cups” wrapping around from the sides to barely cover one third of each fat, wobbling chest-mound. They didn’t simply rest high on her chest, impossibly perky and yet somehow gravid, but rather they were watermelon-comparable statements that would enter rooms before she did and make wondrous first impressions. Chocolate brown arms lead to similarly blue latex gloves that left her fingers bare but not her thumb. Each exposed digit had their tips ‘dipped’ in the same lighter brown of her underbelly.
The bottoms could hardly be called clothing. A black thong covered her securely, shiny and tight, being rather comparatively modest in its low dip toward her thighs, but horrendously smothered in the back-end. Her blubbery bubble of a butt behind her swelled out fat enough to make it difficult to determine if she was wearing a thong at all, save for the peeking tail of the straps that circled her hips. Her creamed coffee underbelly ran down past her crotch and between her legs to come up on her behind again and spread out a bit in a heart shape on the chocolate cheeks that was barely obscured. Below, black rubber housed her legs just below her thighs in an effort to accentuate their thickness.
Her boots had high heels and clicked when she walked, leaving her no choice but to sway her hips and roll her booty with every step. They were high, shining blue boots that had padding at the knees for nefarious purposes. They propped her short five-foot-three-inch frame up about an inch higher give or take, perking her posture just so. She would walk in those boots with a commanding and confident stride as she showed herself off to all those lazy underlings Nori had.
She accessorized with white fabric tassels tipped by onyx gemstones that hung off her shoulder blades and swayed like silk when she moved. What topped it all off though was the pièce de résistance of the whole outfit: a small golden crown perched atop her head embedded front and center with a red ruby stone. It sat just above a big white pair of orange-lensed goggles that perched on her forehead for an anime flare, and between her big creamed-coffee mouse ears.
She’d gathered everyone up for a fun little lottery, as she called it. When she called out one of the last few numbers – number 1 – Nori himself piped up from the audience in the lounge. The inverted raccoon, with a bright gray mask instead of the usual dark that instead made his base, stepped forward in the short-legged, short-lseeved spandex orange and white suit he wore. Milkette smiled at him, a genuine, friendly smile she reserved for him. As he stepped up, the mouse ran her fingers through her own long, chocolate-toned hair.
“That’s me! I’m number one!” Nori announced smugly and stepped up to receive his prize, “What do I win, fair Princess?”
He expected a special prize for being the actual leader of the castle. Instead he was handed a pink, frilly apron. “Dish duty,” She calmly informed, and the room burst with roaring laughter.
Nori clutched the pink frilly thing in his hands, nearly tearing it apart. “Dishes?! B-But… but I’m the boss!” He insisted, to which Milkette just shook her head and tsk’d. Realizing that he’d forefeit all command to her once more, Nori sighed.
“Hey, unless you want to help Lurch over there clean out the gutters of leaves and dead squirrels…” Milkette gestured to Siege – a brass-toned dragon with a blonde flat-top and an unimpressed red-eyed stare that matched the character he’d been compared to. He held a rake in his massive, strong hands that looked rather small for him.
Nori drooped and bowed his head in surrender, sulking away as he donned the apron.
“And the last winner for the grand prize…” Milkette looked away from the bucket she held and stuck her tongue out in concentration as she once again mixed up the numbers. She plucked one out, then simply tossed the bucket away. It clattered onto the floor past the couch where a certain minion sat, scattering bits of paper all over the place.
“Number twenty-eight!” Milkette announced.
The minion on the couch sat up straighter and turned his body to climb nearly onto the arm of the old sofa. He clutched the back rest, blinking blue eyes drowned in inky black sclera. He was a bangaa – a race of reptilian creatures from a far-off place. He had a smooth green coat like skin rather than scales, with a white underbelly that started over his mouth and ran down his front. He had no hair to speak of, but he did have four long ears that flopped and hung down like a dog’s. His minion suit, a simple gray one-piece patterned with white short sleeves and short legs with a big white dot on his chest like all the others, was packed rather full at the hips. He had a gap between his thighs larger than Milkette’s, but his was crowded for space by a blatant bulge of massive balls and a fat, healthy dick.
His name was Carmine. He was one of the few scalies in the palace; he was also the one holding a ticket with the number 28 printed on it in scratchy pencil.
“Oh hey, that’s me,” He answered, blinking with surprise.
Milkette had to turn to address him, since he wasn’t standing around her with the group. “Oh really?” She asked, “Lucky you. You get the best prize of them all.”
Carmine grinned. “Let me guess, I get to spend the afternoon with you?”
It was no far stretch to imagine that Milkette would have sex while she was at the castle. She always did, which made her villainous moniker of “Princess Jezebel” rather on the nose. She smiled however and shook her head. “No,” She answered, “This time it’s something a little different. Everyone else gets the day off to do whatever!”
The remaining minions cheered. Milkette did so enjoy pleasing them, when it pleased her.
She crooked a finger and beckoned Carmine to follow her, and he did. He walked the halls with her, bare feet slapping on stone tile while the devilish mouse’s high heels clacked along ahead of him. The two of them made their way through the surprising number of corridors Nori’s castle had. It almost had a “bigger on the inside” feel, except it was invisible on the outside so it was hard to say just how big it actually was. It seemed to have just enough nondescript space for the things it needed – trap rooms, chambers for various elaborate machinations to hold heroes in so they could easily escape, the demon Hell portal in the basement, the kitchen… the list went on and on. Where she took Carmine however was considerably less exciting than all those rooms – she just took him to a bedroom.
There were all kinds of bedrooms in the castle. Nori’s was of course the most lavish, looking like something out of a modern homes magazine, while the minions got what could barely be considered dormitories, comfortable though they were. This room, however, hidden way deep within the basement was Milkette’s room. It was in the coldest, darkest part of the dungeons below, the kind of place where only skeletons lived. A lot of them lived there, too, frequently wandering the halls and giving polite how-do-you-do’s. Milkette bunked down there as far as Carmine knew, but he’d never actually been down there. Her space was blocked off by a massive slab of stone that passed off as a door, but it opened to her presence.
It practically looked like a basement apartment in there and had arcade cabinets that had been pilfered from various places all hooked up and operating. It actually looked incredibly cozy and fun to hang around in, but she didn’t allow him the pleasure of observing his surroundings. Instead she took him right to her bedroom, in which there was an absolutely massive bed draped in flowing canopy and covered in red satin and throw pillows. Everything was lit only by candlelight and sconce torches, granting the stone chamber an otherwise warm and cozy glow.
“I thought you said that this was going to be different,” Carmine said when he stepped into the room. His voice echoed, but not nearly as much as it should have.
“It is different!” Milkette insisted, “Because he’s here too.”
Milkie laid out on the bed facing toward the door. He was Milkette’s double, in that he was a male mouse of the same fur colourings and pattern as her. His hair was shorter – hers was a mid-back affair, but his curled out at his nape. His eyes were likewise blue and he also wore a big, round pair of glasses which Milkette went without, preferring contacts when dressed as the princess. In terms of build, he was much like Carmine. He had a slender body that widened considerably at the hips for a feminine flair, leading into a rather impressive butt that pushed out from him like a shelf. In the front, and keeping him propped up as he laid out on his stomach, his male endowments resembled Carmine’s as well. He had a massive pair of nuts possibly even bigger than Carmine’s own, larger than his own head, projected outward from between his legs and a sheath packed with a rather impressive dick.
The mouse boy dressed all that lovely, girlish form in just a cream one-piece outfit that was like a hoodie with a leotard-like bottom that created a thong containment for his impressive rear and enough fabric to cover his bulge. It was soft and woolen, very comfy-looking and thick. His thighs were bare for some inches until they hit thigh-high socks of black. He looked up from the book he was reading and right at Carmine, his ears perking up.
“What’d she bring you down here for?” He asked before regarding Milkette herself, “What exactly are you up to?”
Milkette held three fingers up and pushed them forward. “Threesome.”
Milkie cocked a brow and Carmine blinked. “You wot?” Milkie put on a terrible accent.
“Milkette was running some kind of reward lottery with the minions.” Carmine held up his ticket as he explained, “My number got picked for the ‘grand prize,’ which is apparently a threesome with you and her.”
Milkie scrunched his brows. “Hey I didn’t know about this!” He protested.
“Aww, come on,” Milkette started, turning to embrace Camine and shove her curvaceous body up against his side. She carefully caressed his bulging nuts with one hand, making him wiggle a little enthusiastically. “Are you gonna say no to this?”
Milkie took a bit of time to study Carmine before closing his book loudly. “Nah,” He smiled, “I guess I can spare some time to get my dick wet or something.”
“Well aren’t I lucky?” Carmine grinned.
“Very,” Milkette said as she smacked him on the ass to get him moving. He scurried to the bed where he climbed on and threw himself on top of Milkie, landing on the mouse playfully. Milkie was less than playful and did his best to shove Carmine off right away, so while the boys wrestled Milkette strode on her high heels to the side of the room. As casual as could be, she gripped one of the torches in its sconce and pulled it. It moved like a lever, pulling down and releasing to activate a mechanism in the wall nearby. Just to the side, a section as large as a vending machine turned around, flipping to reveal a hidden shelfing unit in the wall.
Carmine and Milkie stopped fussing to turn their attention to this secret. The shelves were lined with all manner of sexual creams and jellies, which just about every flavour of lubricant that was available on the market and enough condoms to supply a small batallion. There were supposed aphrodisiac creams and hot massage oils as well, and the bottom shelf was lined with a variety of sex toys ranging from vibrating eggs to a THOR dildo.
“You built a hidden stash of sex stuff?” Carmine laughed his disbelief away.
“Well no,” Milkette answered as she perused her selection, “The hidden wall was here when I moved in, I just stashed it full of sex stuff.” The woman couldn’t hide her grin.
“Wow,” Milkie laughed, taking the moment to slip away from Carmine and off the bed. He rose and stretched, his massive bulge weighing down the zipped-up hoodie he wore, his thighs completely exposed along with approximately one-third of his ass. He strode over to the shelves as Milkette grabbed a tube of “heat wave” warming lubricant. She momentarily regarded the mouse as he started to look through the selection as well, but decided to return her attention to Carmine. She threw the lube to him as she approached the bed, making him fumble to catch it.
“Well? Get your clothes off!” Milkette insisted as she positioned herself on her hands and knees, her rear wiggling toward Carmine. She spread her knees and reached back to caress one of the globular cheeks of her rear. Carmine’s eyes fixated on her nethers as she swayed her hips and flagged her tail high. He squeezed the tube of lubricant until the pressure caused the lid to pop open and messy, slick oil to squirt out.
The minion suits were easy to remove because their elasticity was astounding. The seemingly spandex suit stretched at the neck to allow anyone to slide in or out of it without any zippers or fastens of any kind. Carmine tugged his arms through his sleeves and shimmied his shoulders free of the neck so he could stretch it open and push it all down over his body. It landed in a little heap at his feet in mere moments and he was nude beneath, exposing everything of his smooth, green and white form. His dick was semi-stiff, throbbing as it rose to attention. The flesh of his shaft was speckled a little with green near the base, but it otherwise had a gray sort of flesh tone.
It was an impressive dick attached to a wide-hipped boy. Milkie had him beat as far as femininity went, but the contrast of Carmine’s boyish features and his wide hips and plump rear was a fascinating mix. Milkette smiled back at him, pleased by what she saw. The best part of it all was his balls – they were rather comparable to Milkie’s, like big fat soccer balls. The mouse princess past her tongue across her lips as she admired them, liking the way they jostled and wobbled as Carmine applied the warming oils to his dick. She beckoned him with just a raise of her brow, pulling her thong aside crudely and exposing her pussy.
That warm, pink snatch looked almost too inviting, and more-so when Milkette used her fingers to spread her lips apart and give Carmine a clear view of her moist depths. It was about all the invitation he needed, the bangaa scampering onto the bed to settle behind her. She jiggled attractively as he bounded toward her and bounced the mattress until he landed on his knees, placing one hand on her rear and the other on his dick to grip and angle the slick meat until his tip teased her pussy.
“Come on now, don’t be shy.” Milkette grinned, turning her head and brushing a hand through her hair to flick it behind her. “Give your beautiful princess a proper fucking.”
Carmine couldn’t help but laugh at her behavior. “Right away, your highness,” He almost rolled his eyes, but was far too mindful of instigating with her which may have blown his chances.
He positioned himself carefully and pushed forward with his hips. He took his time, enjoying the way her soft petals opened for him and encased him. The way she shuddered upon entry was delightful, the way it made her thighs clench was delectable. Her pussy was hot, wet, and snug. Carmine knew that Milkette was no stranger to sex; as a little lady barely over five feet tall, stacked with wide curves and a confident, forward demeanour, she had her pick of the litter when it came to partners. He wasn’t about to praise some deity for the chance to bed her, but he had to at least acknowledge that she was incredibly desirable. That being said, he planned on taking his time and enjoying the experience.
He was, at least, before Milkie climbed onto the bed. He turned his head to look back and see what the male mouse was up to as the mattress bounced and jostled around, but he didn’t get very far before he felt Milkie’s body push hard against his back, as if he’d just thrown himself out him. It knocked a gasp out of Carmine as he was shoved forward suddenly, plunging nearly the remaining entirety of his cock into Milkette in one wet, squishy go. Milkette squeaked aloud and moaned as she was filled with a dick fit for a healthy horse; luckily her body could take it. Carmine grunted, pleasure rising in his loins as Milkette’s deep tunnel clenched around his shaft. Milkie’s dick wedged itself between Carmine’s bubbly butt cheeks and found a home nudged just up under his tail.
The mouse placed a hand on Carmine’s shoulder and pushed him down toward Milkette. “Quit going so slow!” He said, using his other hand to grip his own impressive dick and prod between the bangaa’s smooth cheeks and nudge his pucker. He didn’t bother with ceremony, and shoved his hips forwards to spread open and plunge into Carmine’s ass. Carmine winced, tensing up at the initial stretch and the hot sensation of that impressive, soda-can-thick cock pushing inside. It was fortunate that Milkie had seemingly had the mind to lube himself up while Carmine wasn’t paying attention to him, and he was thankful for that. The entry was a little uncomfortable at first, but took a turn for the better awful quick as Milkie pushed and pushed until he was balls-deep… or close enough to it, anyway.
With a bump of Milkie’s hips Carmine was buried the rest of the way into Milkette, and everyone being filled was full. Milkette closed her eyes and let out a happy sigh, and Carmine shuddered, panting for breath as he basked in the warm sensations from both sides. The way Milkie’s fat dick nudged and rubbed his prostate made his cock jerk and jump inside of Milkette, liable to set him off at any moment. Milkie didn’t seem to care, he let out a breath and grabbed Carmine’s hips to start thrusting – slow at first, thankfully, but that wouldn’t last for long.
Milkie’s motions pumped Carmine’s hips, pushing and pulling the bangaa to hump into his twin sister. It amplified the feelings throbbing through the reptile’s loins. Milkie’s dick dragged through his clenching asshole, and Milkette’s pussy clamped down on his dick to drag over the turgid, hot shaft. It was very nearly out of his control – Milkie’s gentle pace gradually increased until he was smacking his hips against Carmine’s bubbly cheeks. Carmine clenched up, grabbed hold of Milkette, and forced his way into participation. He started to thrust, pounding the luscious mouse in front of him and pushing back into Milkie as he did his own pumping behind him. Milkette shoved back as well, and the entire thing became as if Carmine were trying to avoid simply being crushed in a mouse sandwich.
“God you’re big,” Milkette huffed, biting down on her lip as she pushed her backside back toward Carmine, rounding a firm grind against his pelvis. Her body shuddered and she gripped the bed sheets, panting for breath. “Come on, harder!”
“Yeah I’m trying, this is just a little tough to juggle!” Carmine grunted as Milkie carried on thumping against his backside, his heavy balls rocking and smacking into Carmine’s own between his legs. Carmine leaned forward and tried to give the spoiled princess the harder fucking she demanded, having for force himself back against Milkie’s attentions to do it. He really only got a few good hard thrusts in before he had to stop, every piston of his hips forcing Milkie balls-deep again to crush his insides with that fat rodent prick. “He’s not making this easy!” Carmine complained.
“Quit whining!” Milkie rested his chin on Carmine’s shoulder, “Aren’t you having a good time?”
“Fuck…!” Carmine grit his teeth.
“What, are you close?” Milkie teased, gripping Carmine’s hips harder and just thumping more intensely against his ass. The boy mouse put everything he could into his thrusts, making them as hard as his broad little hips could manage. Carmine just gasped, as time and again Milkie’s fat dick’s head battered against his insides at such an angle that the pleasure resulting shot through him to an almost numbing degree. His whole body clenched up, his dick rooted in Milkette, as Milkie shamelessly pounded his ass right to climax. It was only a few moments before he just couldn’t take it anymore, and with a hard twitching his cock set off like an active volcano, blowing a hot load into the lady-mouse before him.
Milkette anticipated it, but was still surprised by the rush of heat that pumped liquid joy into her waiting body. It was a satisfying fill, as Carmine was no trickler. The heavy bursts of seed from that reptile dick were like sticky volleys, hefty in portion, which filled what space it could in mere moments only to gush back out around Carmine’s shaft and splatter over his balls and the bed. Carmine was in ecstasy and Milkette was right there with him. The stretch of his dick had given her a number of small orgasms throughout his clumsy rutting, but the hot flow of his cum was just enough to set her over the edge. She squealed as she clenched up and held on tight, big, sticky, sloppy streamers of cum pouring from her pussy like a lewd party favour as her body could only feasibly hold so many cups, pints, liters or gallons before it all hard to come pouring out.
It was an ordeal – Carmine’s orgasms were practically a labour, something Milkie knew about all too well. The male mouse came as well, though he hadn’t made it a tremendous spectacle of moaning and groaning. He quietly closed his eyes, muffled any sound, and pushed his hips forward so his twitching dick could fill the reptile whose ass was clamped around it. Like Milkette, Carmine filled up like a balloon around the torrents of spooge Milkie could put out. Even the size of his balls seemed to betray just how much he could unload, making being on the receiving end a mind-boggling experience. Just when you think that surely five liters is enough, that mouse is coming at you with more. It was glorious in how overwhelming it was – a decadent feast of excessive that Carmine thoroughly enjoyed. Even as his gullet ballooned out in a sloshy dome of jizz-filled lewdness, and his legs were drenched in excess cum that slopped down over his thighs and calves in droves, all he could feel was mind-tingling pleasure.
With a squelch, Milkie withdrew from Carmine, the last few sticky ropes of seed from him painting Carmine’s ass. Carmine Collapsed onto Milkette from a sort of sensory overload, but the mouse lady wouldn’t allow him to rest for long. She had to pull away from him herself, and with Milkie holding him up Carmine collected himself. He panted for breath and watched as Milkette rolled onto her back. A pool of cum drooled between her thighs, oozing out of her well-used pussy. She hardly seemed finished though, which was a knack of hers. She had energy to space, and she was more than inviting as she sat herself up and began to fondle her own chest. She heaved her heavy tits in circles, squeezing them with her hands, teasing the thick lumps her nipples made against her barely-there spandex top.
“Tittyfuck time!” She said. Milkie seemed keen on this, as he pushed Carmine forward to get his dues. As sensitive as Carmine was, he couldn’t help but take his place. Milkie pushed in as well, taking control of the situation with his hands all over everything, guiding Carmine’s dick and his own to get stuffed between Milkette’s boobs. It was an awkward fit, with the boy having to get close and snug and crowd the royal rodent. Fortunately all the parts involved were big enough to accommodate. Milkette’s bigger-than-her-head tits were more than enough to swallow Milkie and Carmine’s horse-rival shafts.
The thrusting was the real clumsy part. It was almost impossible to really buck their hips in sync, so their shaft ground together in uneven pacing. They rubbed against each other, a mottled gray dick and a fleshy pink throbber. They heaved and bounced Milkette’s boobs as their hips pushed and shoved against them roughly. There was no semblance of finesse or tact to the act, but it felt damn good. What was left of the lube and the sex juices made the whole thing a slick experience. Milkie and Carmine’s dicks glided against one another’s veiny, hot surfaces with no issue. Milkette’s cleavage made for a good, encompassing home, smothering their shafts in fur-covered fat that was warm and soft as all heck, but perky enough to be tight when she shoved them together in a press. The boys moaned and murmured their appreciation and their pleasure. It didn’t take long to set them off again.
Of course that time cum shot up in two huge streams from Milkette’s cleavage, to soar up and arc down over her face, hair, shoulders and chest. She smiled, genuinely pleased by the sudden hosing she was receiving from the two over-virile males. Their loads weren’t small, even if they had cum only moments before. Somehow – and she was all the more happy for it – they put out no less than before. A few sticky strands of thick ropes of cum sticking to her became something of a white wash very quickly. She tugged her goggles down off her head to wear over her eyes to protect them as the jizz started to sheet her over, frosting her features. The sticky cream smeared over her face by the simple virtue of there being so much, dangling off her nose and ears, sticking her upper lip to her lower lip with goopy strands, making her exhales blow bubbles in the spunk after a time. Her cleavage became a sticky, swampy quagmire of pooled seed, off-white and hot.
Seconds dragged by, a minute perhaps, and the boys stopped cumming with Milkie shooting the last shot. He aimed it directly at Milkette’s nose just to catch her somewhere she may not have expected, but she barely even flinched. Instead she pushed the boys away and relished in the hot, humid sensation of being showered in more cum than should ever have been appropriate. She was white from the tits up more or less, dripping like a filthy whore. She purred in delight of it however and rubbed the gunk into her chest. Licking her lips clean so she could at least talk.
“Wow!” She said, “Mmph, I love a guy who can drown a girl. Two’s even better! That’s not bad for a start!”
“A start?” Carmine panted, exasperated.
“Of course!” Milkette grinned, “You didn’t think it was you who won the lottery, did you? Take a breather. You’ve got a long day ahead of you, lackey.”
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