The Dark World, a realm that exists without the Lightners knowing of it. It takes many forms, but this tale took place in one residing in a certain school in a town called Hometown. And this Dark World was being ruled by a small, lonely prince, who, since running into the heroes of legends, had been growing the place into something livelier. This prince hadn’t had much of a chance to be a ruler, but at this very moment, he was starting to feel a little more like a ruler, albeit for some not good reasons. 
	“Back straight, toes forward!” an authoritative voice ordered in the castle walls. In the newly constructed library, a pair of Darkners stood in, one short one following the orders of the tall one. Said short one was a small goat-like boy with thick glasses, painted horns, and a long green cloak with a heart sewn onto its chest. And the tall one was a mechanical, cat-like woman with a white qipao, blue ears, a tail, and a whip currently strapped to her hip, and long, thick legs ensnared in black leggings. The goat was named Ralsei, and he was the prince of this land, and the cat was named Tasque Manager, and she was a very organized woman who looked to keep things orderly. And right now she was trying to make Ralsei seem more orderly, though the prince had imagined himself to already be this way. 
	“D-did Queen have to go through this too?” he asked as he walked, a tall, tall stack of books perched on top of his head. 
	“Until she was walking properly. Now, keep at it!” Ralsei followed her orders, more out of generally being non-confrontational. He’s sure those heroes would’ve been able to talk her down… or they would’ve played along anyways. Yeah, the latter was probably more likely. Either way, Ralsei followed Tasque Manager’s orders, as he had been. He’d like to consider himself a fairly orderly person, and apparently he was at least more orderly than Queen, but that cat still took the time to order him around. 
	Still, he did seem to be getting on her good side at the very least. He even got a pet or two from her from time to time. And fortunately, he’d soon reach the end of this walking training, as indicated by her taking those books off his head. Now he no longer felt like he had the weight of the world on top of him, and it was soon followed up with her scratching behind his horns. 
	“Good boy, good boy,” she said as she rubbed. And hearing that title, Ralsei couldn’t help but blush. He rubbed behind his head as she walked away and headed to a bookcase near the doorway. 
	“Aw, it’s nothing. I’ve been trying to improve my general poise since the castle town grew. Thanks for the assistance, by the way.”
	“I’ve been hoping to get another student for a while now,” the robot said as she turned to the bookcase. And there, she bent down to the empty space on the lower shelf. 
	“Well I’m glad to- …help…” Ralsei’s small talk would be interrupted as quite the sight stood before him. He hadn’t been blind to it before; Tasque Manager was quite the… attractive resident. Plenty in the castle town would get a peek at her, and he himself would sometimes peek too. Especially when she bent over like this, her qipao did little to hide her rear, and even seemed to ride up between her cheeks. Either one seemed big enough to cover up his face, a fact Ralsei himself had thought of. It didn’t help that with their height difference, he’d be forced to look up at that saran-wrapped tush whenever he was behind her. He’d always feel self-conscious after he’d do that and try desperately to tug his vision away, and fortunately Tasque would wrap up soon enough after putting the books away. 
	“Well, I believe our time here is wrapped up,” she said as she dusted her hands, now looking more modest as she stood upright. However, Ralsei still couldn’t help but peek at her thighs. “Are your clothes washed? Cabinets organized? Teeth brushed?”
	“Y-yeah, all of that,” Ralsei said, trying desperately to look up at her upper half. 
	“Good! Then you should be fine for a break!” 
	“O-oh thanks!” Ralsei cheered, bowing to her. Tasque Manager would curtsey back before she started to turn towards the doorway. However, for that brief moment, the prince decided he’d need to stop himself from glancing at her rear a second time. “A-actually-! Actually… can I have another pet real quick?”
	“You… want more strokes?” Ralsei sheepishly nodded. “Well… why not, you’ve been such a good boy.” Ralsei shivered at that title again and stood still as she walked over. She then knelt down, bringing one hand behind his head and the other under his arm, pulling him close to her. Ralsei found himself forced to lean forwards and prop himself up by grasping her thighs. There, he became aware, for the first time, just how soft they were. Meanwhile, the hand behind his head gently scratched, and the one under his arm came up and under his chin. The combination of her legs in his hands and her fingers getting at his sensitive spots, there was no way the prince could hold back a moan. Especially as that title escaped her lips yet again. “Good boy, gooooood boy…”
	She rubbed and rubbed, and Ralsei himself felt the need to stroke her thighs a little, either be it him returning the favor, or him just wanting to feel those things. He just hoped she didn’t realize his shameful ulterior motive. Those hands curled around to his ears before stroking them, and that got him to bellow out his pleasure, his legs shaking like jelly as he struggled to stand. And with a couple of strokes, she’d release her grip on them and tell him “I think that should be enough.” And with that, she’d pull away, leaving the prince to sigh while standing on his tiptoes. “Do feel free to relax.”
	“O-oh, I will, miss…” He was too busy reveling in that nice petting session to even notice her backside as she walked away… at least until the very last second. Then those old feelings would return and he’d be left a blushing mess, and with an old friend prodding his cloak. He’d think about how he couldn’t just walk back into the castle with this… “Maybe if I really stretch it no one will notice…” He’d thus grab the edge of his shirt and tug it outwards, before stepping on out of the library… and smack dab into that plump rear he’d wanted to avoid. 
	“Awp?!” she gasped, suddenly bolting upright from a bent over position at the sensation. Ralsei had fallen onto his rear from the impact, but he carried with him the very precious memory of those plush cheeks momentarily around his face. “Oh, my apologies, prince. I spotted a piece of litter and stopped to pick it up.”
	“I-It’s alright…” Ralsei muttered, only partially paying attention to the world outside his mind. He was firmly thinking about that sensation of those soft cheeks… He wasn’t even aware of Tasque Manager gently lifting him onto his feet and dusting him off a little before she walked off. Shortly after she left and his perception of the area around him returned, he came to a simple conclusion: he couldn’t ignore this feeling between his legs. “Oh no…” 
He quickly shuffled through the halls to get to his bedroom, where he’d lock the door behind him, hang up his hat, and hang up his cloak, currently leaving him in a pair of black pants. He’d hesitate for only a moment as he thought of how wrong this would be, getting so hot and bothered over someone under his own roof. However, that sensation between his legs made a *very* convincing argument. 
“I’m so sorry, Tasque…” With that, he’d start to lower his pants…
…
	Ralsei laid on the floor, pants and undies around his ankles, and a now wetter pair in his hands. He looked over it with intense embarrassment. He felt worse than any of those times those darkners knocked him down and he was left to wait for his friends to help him. Only this time his opponent was himself. He groaned and flopped again, deciding it was time to wash his clothes again. 
	So, he rounded up the dirty underwear and went off to a chamber, it containing a washing basin and cleaning materials. He’d quickly get to work, just wanting to get rid of this mess before anything could crop up and make things weirder. He cleaned and cleaned, fully focused on it, when he’d hear a mew nearby. He turned and saw a cat with white fur and blue ears… one of those Tasques. They were so well behaved around that woman, but when they were far from her, they tended to be a bit rambunctious, as if they were trying to act out something she’d been suppressing in them for a long time. 
	“Hey, kitty,” Ralsei muttered, still trying to focus on cleaning. “I’m kind of busy right now, c-can you come around some other time?” That Tasque would respond by turning to the prince, specifically to what was in his hands. It’d get into a low stance and stick its rump in the air. Ralsei recognized that pose. “H-hey now-!” However, his request would be denied as the little animal suddenly pounced, managing to snag those undies in its mouth, before touching down. “Hey!!!”
	The Tasque was quickly racing out of the room, forcing Ralsei to scamper to his feet and race after it. He ran and ran, fearful of it getting his underwear somewhere he didn’t want it to. He ran and ran, rounding the corners, before soon arriving at that hallway just outside the heroes’ bedroom. And there he saw the familiar shade of Tasque Manager in the hall, and he’d stumble to try and slow down. And in that moment, he was certain he’d be done for. He cleaned them a little, but they might still offer some evidence of his misdeeds. 
	Ralsei clenched his hands together, terrified, and would come close, hoping he could somehow improvise a way to get those things out from one of those cats’ grasp without the Manager noticing. He inched closer and closer, and as he did, he got a better look at the cat-like organizer. She was seated on a chair… and her eyes were closed. Ralsei perked up at seeing that, realizing she must’ve fallen asleep after cleaning up those twos’ rooms. And he’d see that Tasque with his underwear sitting on her lap and getting pet.
	The prince felt the need to be weary and tried to shift into a more quiet position. He’d tiptoe close to that lady’s… lap. The way she sat on that chair, they squished up her thighs and made those soft things really pop. Ralsei was distracted and stumbled on his way over, but quickly recovered. He came closer and closer, the small cat getting up and leaping off. Ralsei would thusly carefully pluck his underwear from her lap, unaware of the Manager’s hand reaching up to pet what should’ve been the pet on her lap. 
	Ralsei went to hide it under his cloak, just in case she woke up, only to be stunned when she felt her hand on his head. He stayed there and let her rub and rub behind his horns. On top of that she’d push him lightly, bringing his head right on her lap and he laid there and felt her stroke and stroke. He was overwhelmed with pleasure, feeling those soft thighs right under him and that hand going to work on him. He had to fight back any and all attempts at vocalizing pleasure, else risk waking her! And she kept stroking and stroking.
	Ralsei laid there and took it, glancing towards those large legs beneath him and blushing. They were always pretty big, but with his cheek pressed up against one of them, he was now understanding just how giant they were! Sure, he had a brief bump with that big butt earlier, but that was merely a passing moment. Now he’s practically made to feel them… and his hands couldn’t help but reach up and stroke one of them. He sighed gently as he felt how soft they were, his fingers sinking into her thighs until he stroked towards behind her knee. Fortunately, it seemed like she didn’t react, instead she continued petting him. 
	Deep down, the prince realized he’d have to stop this soon. If she were to wake too soon, he’d definitely have some explaining to do. So, he’d get his hand away from her leg, and wait for her to stop stroking. Fortunately, that hand would stop and drop to her side, and the boy decided to use this opportunity to escape! He’d pull away from her lap and would race down the halls, blushing deeply red as he rounded the corner. Meanwhile, unknown to him, Tasque Manager’s eyes were cracked open ever so slightly, a soft smile on her lips as she saw that prince run off. 
…
	Eventually, this combination of events would get Ralsei too flustered. Tasque Manager had been on his mind, and he was going to spend every day destressing at this rate. He needed to do something about it… Maybe if he could bring it up with her herself, he could work out something? Maybe she could let him down and he’d no longer have those feelings billowing in him. So, after one more session of book balancing, he’d ask her to come to his room so that he may discuss something, and she agreed to as much. So, Ralsei was currently in his bedroom, it currently empty of anything notable except for a picture on the wall of the heroes. 
	He sat on a green bed, hat hung on a hook on the wall, and gently kicking his legs off the edge of the bed. He was taking some deep breaths to try and calm himself, but he was already imagining the conversation with Tasque Manager going wrong. She could find him weird, she could think that he should be whipped into shape, or she might just flat out leave him. He took a deep breath, and saw the door open, that robotic cat coming in. 
	“Good day, prince,” Tasque Manager greeted as she entered. “Is there an issue with my performance?”
	“Oh, uh, not at all! Not at all!” Ralsei said, waving his hands to try and assuage whatever worry she has. “In fact, you’ve been amazing! Totally amazing!” Tasque Manager tried to hide a smile of pride, though a blush was on her cheeks. “Anyways, I, uh, I wanted to chat to you about… something else…”
	“Oh?” Tasque asked. Ralsei scooted to the side of the bed and patted it, offering it for her. The manager would accept, coming over and sitting down. In doing so, Ralsei could feel the bed shift, a subtle reminder of just how big she was. “What is it you wish to talk about?”
	“Well, uh… It’s just… It’s kind of awkward…” The cat nodded, prompting him to go on. “Well uh… You probably know that… several people around here are… into your appearance, yeah?” Tasque nodded, still prompting him to go on. “And uh… I-I…” Tasque tilted her head curious. “I… I kinda got into your appearance too!” Ralsei said a little too quickly, clenching his eyes shut. Tasque Manager sat still for a moment… before gently petting behind his horns. “E-eh~?”
	“I could tell for a little while.” Her simple answer got him really hot and bothered, prompting him to hide behind his scarf. “Hey now, hey now… Don’t be so modest.” Tasque brought a hand behind her and tugged him close, pressing the side of his head against her chest and rubbing her cheek on the top of his head. “Little prince… Have you asked me here to become your big girlfriend?”
	“I-I uh… I…” Ralsei stuttered, struggling to find his words at this point. He was trying to search for what to say, only to realize the course of action never really manifested before now.
	“You didn’t think far enough ahead for the case that I said ‘yes’, did you?” Ralsei nervously shook his head. Tasque Manager chuckled and rubbed his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you through it. Let’s start with the basics; what is it about me you find so attractive?” Ralsei’s mind wandered to those legs of course, but he felt like he’d look really weird just blurting it out. However, his eyes would betray him as he looked towards her legs. “That’s where a lot of Darkners are drawn to.”
	“U-uh…”
	“Hmhm~” Tasque Manager stood up and walked to the corner of the room, where she slipped her shoes off. “You’ve probably been imagining a lot about these. And that little bump must’ve only made it worse, huh?” Ralsei’s face was bright red, though he shamefully nodded. “Don’t worry, I can ebb those imaginations out of you… and give you the real deal.” Ralsei’s jaw dropped at that suggestion, and his whole form perked up in excitement. “Now, these won’t come for free, I assure you, little prince.”
	“I-I’ll do anything! Anything!” Ralsei cried as he practically leapt from the bed, kneeling before the taller woman. 
	“Tut tut, you should at least hear the offer,” Tasque Manager said, wagging her finger. “Little prince, before I let you enjoy my legs… I want you to dress down to my preference, and to let me pet you wherever I wish.” Ralsei blushed at the request, the gravity of the request hitting him like a sack of bricks. 
	“A-are you sure?” Tasque Manager nodded.
	“Don’t worry. I’ll just be petting you and making you feel good. All the while, you get to indulge in my legs. It’s a win-win.” Ralsei mulled over that information, and when she put it like that, he supposed that she might be right. But still, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. The idea of undressing in front of someone he’d only recently met… However, Tasque Manager pet his head again, getting a moan from him. “Just imagine this, but over your back, maybe your legs… maybe even your tummy~” And that seemed enough to convince Ralsei that he needed this. He thusly nodded excitedly, prompting the manager woman to step back and sit on the bed. 
“Ok. Start.” Ralsei thus took a deep breath, and started with his glasses, taking them off and setting them on a dresser nearby, before standing before her, awaiting instruction. “A little more.” The prince would wearily draw his arms through the robe, before gently pulling it off of him, leaving him in a pair of black pants. He hung the cloak up and again stood, awaiting instruction. “A liiiiiittle more.” Ralsei looked down at his pants, and blushed. He took in a deep breath, before gently grabbing his waistband and drawing it down around his ankles, leaving him in a pair of green briefs, the tent forming already obvious. He could see Tasque Manager smirk. “Perfect~” With that, she’d scoot to the side, and motion Ralsei over to the bed. 
Ralsei shuffled forwards and sat on the bed beside Tasque. The latter would proceed to lay her back on the bed, and extended those legs, wrapped tightly in those leggings, towards him. Thus the boy would carefully cradle one of them and hold it, uncertain of what he should do next. Tasque, meanwhile, sat there and silently looked at him, waiting for his next move. Ralsei’s hand wandered and went to one of her thighs. And once there, he was reminded of just how great it felt. And thus, he’d start squeezing around it, feeling that softness. Tasque sighed at the feeling, and this would tilt her legs up so that more of her thighs were available to him. 
The way she tilted them, even sitting down the knees would go above his head, reminding him how much smaller he was compared to this woman. Still, he needed to enjoy them. So he’d lean in close, cautiously going to hug the thigh as if he were Kris and that thigh was a prince-shaped dummy. He leaned in close and pressed the side of his face into it, prompting a soft moan from the woman. Seeing him enjoy it, Tasque decided to contribute herself, and thus would send one of her hands forwards to rub his cheek. Ralsei smiled as she caressed his face, and moreso as it went down his neck, and to his shoulder, Tasque Manager cooing as she pet. 
“Don’t let my leg hog your body, I got a lot more of you to pet.” 
“A-alright, miss.” With that, Ralsei would carefully bring his arms off of that leg, instead bringing one around one thing, one around the other, and leaving his belly area exposed to the woman. She smiled and gently brought her thighs close, them pressing into his sides and getting a gentle gasp of bliss from the prince. She couldn’t help but giggle a little as she swiveled her legs this way and that, rubbing his trunk and getting him really hot and bothered as he got to feel those large things. He was forced to shut his eyes to fully enjoy the sensation. And meanwhile, Tasque Manager would send her hands to his lithe body, them stroking his hips and belly, causing the prince to twitch. “A-ah~ That tickles!” 
Tasque Manager couldn’t help but giggle as she rubbed and rubbed, her hands wandering over his tiny abdomen. She gently massaged his waistline, his belly, and even gave his chest a little bit of affection as her digits squeezed around them. That caused Ralsei to lurch back and moan, and Tasque Manager could notice that tent in his underwear grow even harder. If she had a tongue, she would’ve licked her lips. At the same time, she knew she had to be smart; this kid was already a bit shaky, if she moved too fast she might scare him off. She just needs to get him in the riiiight spot… 
“Little prince, I can’t pet your back from this angle,” Tasque Manager said. “Come, sit on my tummy and face those legs, I promise it’ll be just as grand.”
“Y-yes ma’am.” With that, the darkner would get his grip off of her legs before crawling past them, her spreading to make sure he could get past. Soon he was on the other side, crawling over the larger woman with a beet-red face, forced to divert his eyes from her. He’d swivel around to sit on her midsection as instructed, and would lean into those legs, her now closing them as if to form a meaty wall for him to lean against. He was burying his face into those, and Tasque Manager was already formulating ways to use this position to her advantage. For now, though, her hands were on his back, and rubbing. And the moment her hands started kneading, Ralsei, in tandem with the softness before him, felt as if he was in heaven. 
Those hands traced all over his fur, her digits dragging along them and pressing ever so slightly. And she loved petting Ralsei, truly. She loved the feeling of his soft fur and his absolute love for her attention, almost like he was a whole other pet. But her glowing eyes were still focused right on that underwear area. She just needed one, good, move. Ralsei was burying more and more and leaning more and more forwards, the Great Wall of Thighs being the only thing to keep him upright. She’d just need to keep him distracted for one more trick…
“If you want, you can kiss them,” Tasque Manager said as she stroked between his shoulder blades. He blushed harder at the request, but deep down, he did feel like he should try. So, he’d pucker up, and start kissing those tights. She had to admit, it felt funny feeling the little guy pepper her legs. But more importantly, he was leaning more and more, to the point that he picked his butt off of her midsection. She gave a funny smirk, before spreading her legs and causing Ralsei to fall through, yelping! Additionally, the manager tugged on his legs to pull him back a little, causing him to slam right into her nethers! His eyes blinked open in alarm, him too dazed to realize where he was. And then, the woman would lock her thighs in place, keeping much of his upper body pinned in place. Even Tasque started blushing at the young prince’s position. 
“Don’t worry, little prince. This is all to make sure you enjoy this.” Meanwhile, his lower half squirmed around, him trying to pluck himself free from his thigh prison, but all that accomplished was picking his rear end up into the air. With one hand, she’d gently grab one of his hips, and he could see his cock begging for release. She cooed and reached her free hand between his legs, gently spreading the slit in his underwear to let his pink cock out. “Oh, I’m sure that’ll be good to pet.” 
Ralsei, meanwhile, kept squirming. It was hot and muggy around him, to the point of dizzying him! He’d keep trying to pull away, though simple shifts of the woman’s thighs were able to easily halt him. Those thigs ground his muzzle into her crotch, witch only got more awkward when her hand found its way between his legs. He wailed as those fingers coiled around his shaft, the vibration of his soft yet tender voice getting Tasque Manager to moan. She was practically drooling, and her hands went up and down his shaft, getting more and more squeals from the prince.
“Mmm~ Keep vocalizing that joy, little prince,” she moaned as she rubbed and rubbed his dick. “And I’ll keep on petting you. Oh, I think I feel your heartbeat, little prince~” Tasque cooed. Indeed, Ralsei was throbbing, his little body scarcely able to take all of the attention this lady’s giving him. He was panting and panting, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as she “pet” and “pet”. And all the while, he was practically screaming his bliss into her, getting Tasque Manager to bite her lip as pleasure coursed through her own body. “Oh, Heavens! Keep screaming, little prince!” And scream he did.
He was hugging around those thighs now, feeling like he needed some form of anchor as his body was bombarded with feelings he’d only experienced in private. It felt so different with someone else handling his dick, far more intimate than he’d ever imagined. A part of him regretted ever sticking to pleasuring himself for as long as he had, while another part of him grew more and more a blushing mess between her legs. Even moreso as she felt a wet spot in those tights, right against his muzzle. Eventually, Ralsei’s cock dripped the first sign of its submission, and seeing that, Tasque Manager had a thought: That if this is his first time with her, then he really deserves something more special than a simple handy. So, she’d release her legs’ grip on him, leaving him to pull free and gasp for fresh air.
“Just hold still for a little bit, this is almost finished~” Tasque assured, lightly patting his butt.
“Wh-what are you-?” However, he’d be interrupted as she’d suddenly move, sending him spiraling and dizzy. Next thing he knew, he laid on his bed. Then faster than he could get up, his body was covered up by a shadow. And looking up, he’d see… her ass. Tasque Manager’s bulbous rear hung over him, the lady making sure her qipao wasn’t in the way, giving him an unobstructed view of her shining rear. Ralsei swore his heart stopped for a moment, his cock raised like a flag and Tasque Manager peering over her shoulder down at the smaller darkner.
“These are part of the legs too, aren’t they?” she asked coyly, stroking her derriere. Ralsei found himself watching the way her rear ebbed and flowed under her hand as she stroked. “I’ll make sure you enjoy this… for a long time~” With that, she’d kick her legs out from under her and come plummeting straight down. Ralsei let out a wail as she came to, and was smushed under her giant rear, sandwiched between his bed cushion and her cushion. The feeling of it, the sheer hunger Tasque displayed, the subtle scent…! That combination, in tandem with the petting from before, was too much for the young prince. Almost simultaneously with her drop upon him, he came, letting out ropes upon ropes of cum, utterly soaking his undies and getting Tasque a little bit. She’d sigh as she saw the display before her, giggling as Ralsei was left twitching a little, panting.
“I hope it’s nice and soft for you, little prince,” Tasque Manager said, wobbling her cheeks on him a little bit. Ralsei gave a soft moan at the bounce, though he was too limp to feel her. “I’m going to sit here for a while, let you memorize every detail of my posterior. In the meantime… I have to indulge myself a bit too~” One hand would reach under her waistband, while another hand reached for his dick, it limp. However, she’d rub it a little bit, netting a bit of an uncomfortable moan from Ralsei. “I will expect you to clean up after this. I am offering a lot for you already~” Ralsei would nod in understanding, though would keep squirming as she rubbed and rubbed his dick, all while feeling herself up…
…
	A few hours later, Ralsei had recovered, him left with the clothes dirtied in that… session. He was back in the washing room, currently working on her leggings. He furrowed his brow as he rubbed and rubbed at it, uncertain about this type of garment.
	“How the heck do you wash leggings?” he muttered as he tried to scrub at its sticky crotch area. He was too focused on washing them to notice someone enter, at least until they spoke. 
	“Do be soft with those, they are thing. Also, make sure to dry clean,” the familiar voice of Tasque Manager spoke. 
	“Of course, ma’am,” Ralsei answered, turning back as he answered her. He returned to the leggings, though it took a couple of seconds for the image he just saw to register him. His mind was just in too much shock to recognize it until now. He darted his head back, and… hoo boy. Tasque Manager stood in that wash room, undressed. Those white-furred legs were fully exposed to the outside, her nethers unobstructed to him, and her c-cup breasts on display. And she had that familiar look from the bedroom on her face as she looked down at the boy. “T-Tasque Manager-?! Why are you-?!”
	“I’m getting my clothes washed, aren’t I?” she asked coyly. Ralsei nodded and turned away, trying to focus on washing though his face was bright red. The woman, however, would come close, her tail curling around his shoulders as she stood close. “I suppose I could help.” From this pose, Ralsei was able to see her unwrapped ass in his peripheral, and it was even bigger than before, no longer trapped by those leggings. 
	“I-I’d appreciate that…”
	“Good boy, good boy,” Tasque said, gently rubbing his head. And thus, whether the little prince wished for it or not, Tasque Manager would show him a few new tricks…