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Royal Treatment by Lichinthesystem

The air was cold and crisp that late winter morning, with most of the kingdom still covered in several feet of snow. The royal palace was no exception, its grand walls and garden covered in soft hills of white like mounds of sugar. Patches of frost decorated the stained windows, appearing as splotches of discolour from within.

Inside the royal chambers the king slept peacefully, snoring softly under a masterfully quilted duvet.

He had the cutest snore, Brann thought.

Standing next to the bed with his arms crossed, the red fox was dressed in the standard servant uniform of a black and white suit with gloves. Though he was far beyond the typical servant.

To the kingdom and the world at large Brann was kind Draefend's personal servant and loyal confidant, chosen by the wolf himself as an act of mercy after getting caught stealing from the royal treasury. Behind closed doors, however, he was so much more. He was Draefends secret weapon, using his skills of subterfuge and stealth to gather information on all the noble houses so the king could punish those who used their wealth to corrupt the law and escape justice.

Most importantly, however, he was his lover.

Looking over the sleeping man Brann couldn't help but smile. Draefend was famously handsome, boasting a strong jaw and wide shoulders under his royal blue and cream coloured coat. The arms laying above his head sat thick with muscle from years of training under the head of the guard in swordsmanship. But that wasn't the sight that brought him such simple but honest joy.

It was that dopey face he was making in his sleep, mouth hanging ajar as drool dripped off his lips and onto his exposed chest, the slumbering king in nothing but his undergarments under the sheets.

"Oh prince," Brann crooned softly, leaning forward over his boyfriends face "time to get up. It's morning!"

Draefends eyes flickered before opening with a scowl, the wolf greeting the fox with a grumble before squeezing his eyes shut and turning away into his pillow, making Brann chuckle. Though his politeness was something known far across the lands, Draefend was the furthest thing from a morning person. Somehow that only made Brann love him more.

"Come now, don't be like that! We've got a big day ahead of us."

"Please, don't remind me." Draefend pleaded, pressing his face into the pillow. "The meetings can wait for five more minutes, let me rest."

"Oh you don't have to worry about that, my dear."

Hearing that Draefends eyes shot open, turning over to face Brann with a suspicious look.

"What do you mean?"

"Ahem!" He coughed, clearing his throat while straightening his back. "My sincerest apologies to the lords and ladies of the court, but our most gracious king has fallen terribly ill this morning and has asked to be left alone in his chambers for the day so he may recover. If you have any urgent matters to discuss, please feel free to take them to the royal advisor." Brann said in his official business voice, haughty and deadpan. Hearing it always made Draefends lips quirk into a smile, though what he was saying now killed any humor in him.

"What?" He barked leaping out of bed so he could look brann straight in the eyes, his face contorted in shock. "Why on earth did you do that?"

Brann blinked before tiliting his head, fiddling his fingers uneasily. "You remember what day it is, don't you?"

"Yes, ofcourse I do. It's... Valentines day." His words shrank into a whisper in realization, slapping his forehead with a groan before dropping down to sit on his bed. "Brann, love, I'm so sorry." How could he have forgotten. Aside from their anniversary this was possibly the biggest day for their relationship, having first met during a valentines day festival years ago. "We've just been so busy with court duties and our investigations, it completely slipped my mind."

Looking up remorsefully Draefend watched as Brann smiled gently with a weak shrug, clearly disapointed.

"Ah, it's ok. You just forgot, it happens." He said ruefully, pausing before grinning ear to ear. "But I didn't!"

In an instant the foxes demaener changed from meak and upset to happily smug. Having caught on to his game Draefend scoffed, rolling his eyes. He should have known he was up to something.

"Oh? And what do you have in mind?" Draefend asked.

"Simple." Brann said, sliding infront the wolf and caressing his cheek. "I'm gonna spoil you rotten, valentine."

"And how will you do that?" Draefend laughed, gesturing to the grand room surrounding them. "I'm the king."

"Well, we could start with you getting comfy in bed." He suggested in a hushed tone. "And I get you my surprise from the kitchen. When I get back, I'll feed you right off a silver platter while you lay back all handsome like."

The wolfs eyes shot wide at the mention of feeding, blushing slightly as his tail gave nervous flicks of excitement.

"That, would be nice." He said with a slight stutter. "I should stay undressed then, I assume."

"It's up to you, my prince." Brann smiled, leaning into kiss him on the lips. For a moment they stayed there, lost in each others tastes. Breaking apart for air Draefend gasped.

"You, are a terrible influence."

They both knew it was true. The evidence sat bare and plain to see in the royal canines lap, a thick ball of a belly that hadn't been there before the two got together. Though a solid base of muscle remained, there was no denying Draefend had gotten rather fat thanks to Brann.

"Don't pretend you don't love it." He teased, brushing a hand lovingly over its plush surface. Closing the door behind him Brann ran for the kitchens, making certain that noone saw him. It'd be hard to explain what he and the ailing king needed with what he had prepared afterall.


"How did you manage to get all this here without being spotted?" Draefend asked staring at the cart Brann had rolled in, piled high with platter upon platter of thin folded pancakes by the dozen.

"I have my ways." Brann winked. "Crêpes, your favorite!"

"Love, you shouldn't have."

"All made with love by yours truly."

"You're too much," he smiled before looking back at the castle of confectionaries rubbing his belly nervously. "really. I don't know if I can eat all this."

"Don't be coy, I've seen what that belly of yours can do." The fox said before pushing the cart next to the bed and taking a platter in one hand and a fork in the other. "Now lay back, love, and open up."

Cutting into the stack of crepes with expert precision Brann peirced the berry loaded pastry with the fork and steered it into Draefends open mouth. Hearing his wolf moan in delight he smiled, watching as Draefend savoured the flavour. "Good?"


"Good! 'Cause there's a whole lot more where that came from."

So they continued, entering a rhythem of Brann feeding Draefend, Draefend relishing in the taste, the two sharing words of affection, then Brann feeding him again. Feed, relish, banter, repeat; over and over again. Over the course of several platters the wolfs royal gut began filling out, its softness turning firm as it slowly but surely became stuffed. Brann whistled in appreciation, patting Draefends belly as he reached for a new plate. "Is it just me, or are you getting fatter?"

"Very funny," Draefend huffed arching out his back as he stretched, pushing his belly out even further. "Not my fault you're so good at this."

As more and more of the food fell into his maw Draefends belly grew larger and larger, pushing down the waistband of his underwear as it swelled in all directions like a furry balloon. About halfway through the two could hear it starting to groan and gurgle, struggling to keep up as they continued packing crêpes away.

It was two-thirds the way through when the king waved his flag, huffing and puffing with each laboured breath.

"Enough, enouOUUURRP! Urgh...." Draefend wheezed, hands trembling as he splayed himself out with a pained groan. "I'm at my limit."

"You did good!" Brann breathed in awe, his face a brighter red in blush. Setting the plate aside he stared wide eyed at the fruit of his labour. His boyfriends generous paunch had filled out to almost twice it's normal size, packed tight as a drum under his touch.

"I.. Think I'm going to burst..." The wolf whined, shivering under Branns hand.

"Sorry, did I push you too hard?" He asked worriedly. "I didn't mean to, Drae, this was supposed to make you feel good not sick!"

"No, no it did. I really liked this, it's just," Draefend struggled through the mix of pain and pleasure. "I'm really stuffed to the brim here. Would you mind?"

"Not at all." Brann smiled, not needing him to finish his request. Taking off his gloves and rolling up his sleeves he sat on his knees over Draefends lap, begining to rub the swollen dome of his kings belly. "And I can tell, you're massive."

"Heh, thank you." He blushed, turning away to hide his smile.

"Imagine how big you'll be once this is all digested. Good luck fitting in your throne!" Brann joked.

"Or my pants." Draefend crooned, wagging his tail as Branns hands massaged his his gut in circular motions from his underbelly up to the top. "I swear, the tailor's going to kill me one of these days."

"Think the old bat's onto us?"

"No, I don't think so."

"The knight commander definetly is."

"He has to be," he grimaced, covering his face in embaressment. "Did you see what he did during the last ball?" Brann did, the fox was standing right next to Draefend when the old lion gave him a hearty slap on the belly while sharing a drink. None of the guests saw, with the three being on a balcony overlooking the empty gardens, but the jovial gesture horrified him all the same.

"Poor little prince," Brann sighed shaking his head "getting too big for your britches."

"All thanks to you, might I add." He huffed. "And quit calling me prince, it's practically treason in the eyes of the court."

"Who cares about the court?" Brann asked as he pushed himself up, staring into his lovers eyes with drunkening adoration. "You'll always be the prince of my heart."

Staring back Draefend smiled, halfheartedly patting his gut with a chuckle.

"I'd try and get up to kiss you, but I fear this thing's got me pinned down."

"Then allow me, my prince."

"Anything you want, love."

Royal Treatment


The royal life isn't always a life of glitz and glamour, especially when the kingdoms nobility is widely corrupt. King Draefend and his servant Brann work to expose and punish the evil in their kingdom, but that doesn't mean they can't take the odd day to rest and appreciate each others company

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Literary / Story