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Let us hear what the Bunny has to say about the could have been Princess:\n\n___________\n\nWe both lay in the hay as we do every night, and as usual, things heated up rapidly. Her warm breath brushed over my chest while her hand massaged my sensitive ears. Moisture trickled down my legs as her tail tip rubbed over my clit. My breaths became faster, and sweat beads built on my forehead.\n\nWith my eyes closed, pictures of a haybarn on a warm spring night appeared. Playing there with my lover as we listen to the songs of nature—birds chirping, crickets chirping, the sounds of a nearby creek, and wind rustling the leaves. A tranquil night with no sorrows or worries, only love and peace.\n\nYet no matter how much I wished us to be at that place, in reality, there were no haybarn, creek, or birds. We were locked in our chamber for the night. The Rat at my side was a slave her whole life. While they captured me,---what—like 5 or 6 years ago? Had it been already that long? It might. The memories of having been a baker fade. I knew I’d never again bake.\n\nAs a slave, you do what you are assigned. And for me, that’s emptying the toilets in this castle. I’m the lowest of the low. Even other slaves look down on me. All, except for one, the Rat that shares this cell with me. I probably had gone mad long ago without having her with me at night.\n\nThis Rat is a wondrous being. Always sweet, never sad or angry. A slave for all her life. Though, her lack of freedom and dignity seems to bother her, if at all, barely. Her affection for me appears genuine. She rarely talks. And even if she does, getting more than a “yes” or “no” was scarce. I gathered everything I knew about her by talking to other slaves or by eavesdropping. Information trickles down slowly, but eventually, it reaches someone as low as myself.\n\nThe Rat seems to be technically a Princess. Yes, an actual true heir to the throne. At least she would have been if she hadn’t been the daughter of the now-disposed King. Born in the dungeon by the former Queen, they trained and raised her as a slave from birth. Curious, without the rebellion of the Squirrel duchies, she might have become the actual Princess. She would probably be a bratty, spoiled girl. Taking no notice of me. And I would empty her shit bucket, too, one of many. But instead, she’s dozing in my arms—a lovely being in a world of misery.\n\nIn the unofficial slave hierarchy in which I take the definitive last place, she was pretty high. Unlike me, they permitted her to bathe regularly, she bore no whip marks or scars, and instead of heavy chains, jewelry accentuated her lovely body. With the gold on her, one could have bought my whole village. It made me curious why she was placed in a cell with me and not another more valued slave.\n\nApparently, this Rat’s existence sole purpose was to keep the Rat duchies in check. My understanding of politics is limited, as one would expect from a baker turned slave. But just because the Squirrels took over the crown didn’t mean that all Rat nobility got wiped out or every noble was happy about the takeover. Sure, they enslaved the Royal family. But junior branches of the Rat House still held sizeable territory, and after the Squirrels usurped the throne, their power was shaky at best. Stripping all titles and land from the Rat Dukes and Barons would have led to a counter-rebellion and driven the realm into further turmoil. So instead, they tried to keep them in check. Partly with concessions, partly by the use of fear.\n\nAnd that’s where my Rat comes into play—. Who has started to suckle on my nipple while her tail slowly entered my pussy. Deeper and deeper, touching places that no cock would have ever reached. Her hands played with my ears while I closed my eyes and grabbed her shoulders so tightly that I almost ripped out her fur. The Princess might be little more than a whore these days, but by the gods, you won’t find a more skillful one in this realm or beyond! My screams of pleasure echoed through the small cell as my back arched and the first orgasm of the night washed over me.\n\n—” moan” ---” sigh”---She was so god damn good!---Well—anyway—yes—her role—, the country’s nobility regularly gathers for festivities here in the royal castle. An event, my girl always served as the centerpiece. Dancing nude and later at night also performing other, more whoreish tasks. That way, the nobility got demonstrated what their destiny and the fate of their daughters could look like if they disobeyed the new rulers.\n\nAdd to that the rumors that the old King’s cock was cut off before he was sent into slavery to a farm. While the Princess’s brother was sent to a slave galley, and her mother still rotted in the dungeons, it inflicts enough concerns to maintain stability.\n\nThat also explains why she sleeps with the slave that empties the toilets. It’s to shame and scare the ones that still hold power. Pairing her with the lowliest slave, me, was just another piece of the puzzle. Curiously the Princess herself was unfazed by it. In fact, shame appears to be an alien concept to her—something I, unfortunately, experienced firsthand. Because naturally, the nobility didn’t know where their former Princess slept or fell in love with. The necessity arose to show them—.\n\nThe shame of that night three years ago still burns in my memories! They dragged me into the ballroom. I immediately spotted the Princess, her fur glistening from sweat as her nude form danced on the tables. She was great, her flawless movements,—beaten into her by the trainers—her perfect body, every movement of her muscles an artwork.\n\nBut all gazes were on me instead. And unlike the Rat, the sting of shame and embarrassment hit me deeply. They lay me on the hugest table and ordered the Rat to show everyone how much she loved me. And so she did. As it seemed, our secret nighttime relationship, already blooming all that years ago, wasn’t as private as I thought. To say the sex was divine would be an understatement.\n\nShame burned even deeper as the room was filled with the most slutty Bunny noises imaginable. But holding back and trying to save the little dignity remaining turned out impossible with a tongue so skillfully working between your legs. This could have been stellar without a hundred nobles watching, laughing, and mocking us. Yet, my skin in that regard was and is considerably less thick than the Princess’s.\n\nAs the evening progressed, one noble, a fat Otter, started pounding the Rat’s ass while she still ate out my pussy. Soon the whole place became a massive sex orgy. The Rat pleasured me while being fucked by one noble after the other.\n\nFortunately, no one except for my Princess touched me. Maybe none of the nobles wanted to sully themselves on me. There were certainly no complaints from me about getting out of this horror unraped. The only nobles not partaking belonged to the Rat nobility. They were disgusted at best and tried to ignore how their Princess was defiled—how she defiled herself and---enjoyed doing it.\n\nYes, the Princess enjoyed being treated that way. I asked her that long ago, and she gave me one of her rare answers: “Yes, me like being watched and touched. Exist for it.” she said in a ragged tone, which implied how little she used her voice. After a pause, she added, “Touching you better.” It was a shame what a shameless slut they turned this girl into. How much debauched training did they put her through?\n\nFortunately, they put me back into our cell when my entertainment value was exhausted after a few hours. Tears of shock and shame dripped down my cheeks as I cried until the Princess arrived many hours later. Her fur, soaked with cum, gravy, other foods, and piss, reeked horribly. Although her care dried my tears quite quickly, guilt washed over me for my weakness. They seemed so unjustified compared to what my girl had to endure.\n\nAnd yet she was the one who had to comfort me. And did so happily. That’s why I treasure her so much,---love her so much. She was more than the debauched whore they had turned her into. She might be a slave for everyone else, but not for me! For me, she was the light in the dark—the straw I grip to not drown in the madness of my bleak life.\n\nMy thoughts snapped back into the present as another orgasm shattered reality, as her tail penetrated me fast and deep. There were some upsides to being the lowest slave of them all. Or how many people can claim that their girlfriend was a Princess that also happens to be the most skilled whore in the realm! Skills she used every evening!\n\nIt’s not the nice springtime haybarn of my fantasies, but this cell has its merits too! Screams of my third orgasm filled the small chamber while my Princess’s body moved above me. Our breasts and hard nipples pressed into each other as she pulled me into a deep kiss. Soon after, we both fell asleep. Our last remaining energy, after a day of arduous slave work, was spent on each other.\n\nLoud creaks and a door slamming open woke us up. The Princess still lay on top of me like my personal Rat shaped blanket. She gave me another quick kiss on my lips before crawling through the small hatch of our cell. Though she made well sure to do it in a way that I got a nice long look at her underside and wet pussy. A teaser, something to look forward to. I can’t wait to lap up all her juices in the evening! Then it was my turn to crawl out of the cell. I kept my eyes low and looked at my feet. Free people don’t like it if slaves stare at them. And guards are particularly sensitive to it. Then I quickly shuffled away.\n\nAnother day of grueling slave labor was upon us. But unless for so many other slaves, the day was just a minor obstacle, a negligible price to pay, to earn another night with a beautiful Rat. A wonderful girl. My Princess!\n\n________\n\nConsider joining my Telegram Channel, where you can find WiPs and artworks I post nowhere else. [url=https://inkbunny.net/j/420935-Volatus-telegram]Info here[/url] \n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is the fallen Princess from the Fallen Rat Royal family we have seen before. Let us hear what the Bunny has to say about the could have been Princess:

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We both lay in the hay as we do every night, and as usual, things heated up rapidly. Her warm breath brushed over my chest while her hand massaged my sensitive ears. Moisture trickled down my legs as her tail tip rubbed over my clit. My breaths became faster, and sweat beads built on my forehead.

With my eyes closed, pictures of a haybarn on a warm spring night appeared. Playing there with my lover as we listen to the songs of nature—birds chirping, crickets chirping, the sounds of a nearby creek, and wind rustling the leaves. A tranquil night with no sorrows or worries, only love and peace.

Yet no matter how much I wished us to be at that place, in reality, there were no haybarn, creek, or birds. We were locked in our chamber for the night. The Rat at my side was a slave her whole life. While they captured me,---what—like 5 or 6 years ago? Had it been already that long? It might. The memories of having been a baker fade. I knew I’d never again bake.

As a slave, you do what you are assigned. And for me, that’s emptying the toilets in this castle. I’m the lowest of the low. Even other slaves look down on me. All, except for one, the Rat that shares this cell with me. I probably had gone mad long ago without having her with me at night.

This Rat is a wondrous being. Always sweet, never sad or angry. A slave for all her life. Though, her lack of freedom and dignity seems to bother her, if at all, barely. Her affection for me appears genuine. She rarely talks. And even if she does, getting more than a “yes” or “no” was scarce. I gathered everything I knew about her by talking to other slaves or by eavesdropping. Information trickles down slowly, but eventually, it reaches someone as low as myself.

The Rat seems to be technically a Princess. Yes, an actual true heir to the throne. At least she would have been if she hadn’t been the daughter of the now-disposed King. Born in the dungeon by the former Queen, they trained and raised her as a slave from birth. Curious, without the rebellion of the Squirrel duchies, she might have become the actual Princess. She would probably be a bratty, spoiled girl. Taking no notice of me. And I would empty her shit bucket, too, one of many. But instead, she’s dozing in my arms—a lovely being in a world of misery.

In the unofficial slave hierarchy in which I take the definitive last place, she was pretty high. Unlike me, they permitted her to bathe regularly, she bore no whip marks or scars, and instead of heavy chains, jewelry accentuated her lovely body. With the gold on her, one could have bought my whole village. It made me curious why she was placed in a cell with me and not another more valued slave.

Apparently, this Rat’s existence sole purpose was to keep the Rat duchies in check. My understanding of politics is limited, as one would expect from a baker turned slave. But just because the Squirrels took over the crown didn’t mean that all Rat nobility got wiped out or every noble was happy about the takeover. Sure, they enslaved the Royal family. But junior branches of the Rat House still held sizeable territory, and after the Squirrels usurped the throne, their power was shaky at best. Stripping all titles and land from the Rat Dukes and Barons would have led to a counter-rebellion and driven the realm into further turmoil. So instead, they tried to keep them in check. Partly with concessions, partly by the use of fear.

And that’s where my Rat comes into play—. Who has started to suckle on my nipple while her tail slowly entered my pussy. Deeper and deeper, touching places that no cock would have ever reached. Her hands played with my ears while I closed my eyes and grabbed her shoulders so tightly that I almost ripped out her fur. The Princess might be little more than a whore these days, but by the gods, you won’t find a more skillful one in this realm or beyond! My screams of pleasure echoed through the small cell as my back arched and the first orgasm of the night washed over me.

—” moan” ---” sigh”---She was so god damn good!---Well—anyway—yes—her role—, the country’s nobility regularly gathers for festivities here in the royal castle. An event, my girl always served as the centerpiece. Dancing nude and later at night also performing other, more whoreish tasks. That way, the nobility got demonstrated what their destiny and the fate of their daughters could look like if they disobeyed the new rulers.

Add to that the rumors that the old King’s cock was cut off before he was sent into slavery to a farm. While the Princess’s brother was sent to a slave galley, and her mother still rotted in the dungeons, it inflicts enough concerns to maintain stability.

That also explains why she sleeps with the slave that empties the toilets. It’s to shame and scare the ones that still hold power. Pairing her with the lowliest slave, me, was just another piece of the puzzle. Curiously the Princess herself was unfazed by it. In fact, shame appears to be an alien concept to her—something I, unfortunately, experienced firsthand. Because naturally, the nobility didn’t know where their former Princess slept or fell in love with. The necessity arose to show them—.

The shame of that night three years ago still burns in my memories! They dragged me into the ballroom. I immediately spotted the Princess, her fur glistening from sweat as her nude form danced on the tables. She was great, her flawless movements,—beaten into her by the trainers—her perfect body, every movement of her muscles an artwork.

But all gazes were on me instead. And unlike the Rat, the sting of shame and embarrassment hit me deeply. They lay me on the hugest table and ordered the Rat to show everyone how much she loved me. And so she did. As it seemed, our secret nighttime relationship, already blooming all that years ago, wasn’t as private as I thought. To say the sex was divine would be an understatement.

Shame burned even deeper as the room was filled with the most slutty Bunny noises imaginable. But holding back and trying to save the little dignity remaining turned out impossible with a tongue so skillfully working between your legs. This could have been stellar without a hundred nobles watching, laughing, and mocking us. Yet, my skin in that regard was and is considerably less thick than the Princess’s.

As the evening progressed, one noble, a fat Otter, started pounding the Rat’s ass while she still ate out my pussy. Soon the whole place became a massive sex orgy. The Rat pleasured me while being fucked by one noble after the other.

Fortunately, no one except for my Princess touched me. Maybe none of the nobles wanted to sully themselves on me. There were certainly no complaints from me about getting out of this horror unraped. The only nobles not partaking belonged to the Rat nobility. They were disgusted at best and tried to ignore how their Princess was defiled—how she defiled herself and---enjoyed doing it.

Yes, the Princess enjoyed being treated that way. I asked her that long ago, and she gave me one of her rare answers: “Yes, me like being watched and touched. Exist for it.” she said in a ragged tone, which implied how little she used her voice. After a pause, she added, “Touching you better.” It was a shame what a shameless slut they turned this girl into. How much debauched training did they put her through?

Fortunately, they put me back into our cell when my entertainment value was exhausted after a few hours. Tears of shock and shame dripped down my cheeks as I cried until the Princess arrived many hours later. Her fur, soaked with cum, gravy, other foods, and piss, reeked horribly. Although her care dried my tears quite quickly, guilt washed over me for my weakness. They seemed so unjustified compared to what my girl had to endure.

And yet she was the one who had to comfort me. And did so happily. That’s why I treasure her so much,---love her so much. She was more than the debauched whore they had turned her into. She might be a slave for everyone else, but not for me! For me, she was the light in the dark—the straw I grip to not drown in the madness of my bleak life.

My thoughts snapped back into the present as another orgasm shattered reality, as her tail penetrated me fast and deep. There were some upsides to being the lowest slave of them all. Or how many people can claim that their girlfriend was a Princess that also happens to be the most skilled whore in the realm! Skills she used every evening!

It’s not the nice springtime haybarn of my fantasies, but this cell has its merits too! Screams of my third orgasm filled the small chamber while my Princess’s body moved above me. Our breasts and hard nipples pressed into each other as she pulled me into a deep kiss. Soon after, we both fell asleep. Our last remaining energy, after a day of arduous slave work, was spent on each other.

Loud creaks and a door slamming open woke us up. The Princess still lay on top of me like my personal Rat shaped blanket. She gave me another quick kiss on my lips before crawling through the small hatch of our cell. Though she made well sure to do it in a way that I got a nice long look at her underside and wet pussy. A teaser, something to look forward to. I can’t wait to lap up all her juices in the evening! Then it was my turn to crawl out of the cell. I kept my eyes low and looked at my feet. Free people don’t like it if slaves stare at them. And guards are particularly sensitive to it. Then I quickly shuffled away.

Another day of grueling slave labor was upon us. But unless for so many other slaves, the day was just a minor obstacle, a negligible price to pay, to earn another night with a beautiful Rat. A wonderful girl. My Princess!

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