The Queen looked puzzled by Jim's statue-like behavior, at which point Jim finally sprang into action, he delved deep and produced a feminine giggle, and ran to his 'mother.' As his tremendous bust jiggled and shifted, and drew the attention of every male guard to his assets, Jim slid the knife out through her slit dress and got it ready.
The two skunks met in a tight embrace, Jim gasping at the sensation of the two enormous sets of breasts squishing between the two of them. It took him a few more moments to get his composure and to remember just what he was doing. He turned the dagger and began to drive it into her back. He felt an iron grip on his forearm--he couldn't move the knife! He felt the embrace tighten and then the hand on his arm twisted sharply and he dropped the knife. Suddenly, he went flying over the queen's head and landed upside down on the throne, his dress in disarray.
He shook his skunky head, and glanced at the now upside-down queen. She stood there, breasts heaving with every angry breathe, her hands placed on her exagerrated hips. "Oh, Guenevere, Guenevere, Guenever..."
Jim slid down the throne and reorientated himself on the floor, staring up at the queen while he tried to stuff his huge breasts back in the tight dress.
"Oh, honey...haven't you learned yet? I mean, really, this is the...what?...sixth attempt," she glanced to the handsome fox guard who nodded, "this year. Dear, I'm way ahead of you--I didn't get to this throne by waiting for my mother to surrender it willingly. It only took me one try! I can't say I'm not disappointed.
The queen smiled warmly, "But I am glad to see that you've finally been taking an interest in political affairs. Maybe you are starting to be worthy anyhow."
Jim had gotten himself composed and reinserted into the dress, "Ummm...your majesty, I'm not really your daughter, I'm a-"
"What? Clone? Duplicate? Robot? Transgendered human duplicate from another dimension? I grow weary of your excuses. Stand up for your plans! I expect more next time." She gestured to a guard, "Take her to her room and place a double guard on the west wing."
She turned back to Jim, "Honey, this is for your own good. Youv'e demonstrated you've got potential. Let's not waste it."
************************** Jim found himself, a few minutes later, in a very well appointed suite. The whole place was incredibly feminine and every surface was covered in blue and purple silks. He threw his skunkette body down on the bed, his tail twitching in consternation. He rolled over and yelped as something poked her in the back. He reached behind and felt a scroll. Puzzled, he unrolled it and began to read: "Dear Jim,
I will have to apologize someday for this, but for now I do thank you. I've finally gotten free of that pampered, interminable life. I can finally get out and pursue my dream: Rodeo!
Don't worry, mother is never too upset at me trying to take her down. It's expected around here. It's how people get promoted.
Things are a little strange in this dimension--I mean, after your entire population is changed into sexy cartoon characters things are bound to change.
Thank you again, my best wishes to you,
Yeehaa!
Guenevere
Jim stared at the note as it suddenly dissolved into a pile of dust. A sudden gust of wind blew the dust away and she glanced up to see:
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