It’s Good to be King
Chapter 3

The end of the day was welcomed by me alone. I felt creepy all over. I had to explain to the whole gathering of women something that, under normal circumstance, would’ve been explained by their parents decades ago.
It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if it had been a one-on-one deal. I knew explaining sex to children was something most parents dreaded, but having to explain it to a whole village of topless, fifteen to thirty’ish-or-so year old women, was just outright traumatizing.
Right now I just needed some time alone.

Late that night, outside my little hole-in-the-dirt home, I sat by myself overlooking the lake as the moon cast an ice-blue light down on my world.
My thoughts went back and fourth without any direction. I don’t know what it was, I have everything I’ve ever wanted.
<A Planet for fuck sake, a whole village of beautiful bunny-women a stone throw away, unlimited food for me to just take, No IRS.>
I just sat there, hours I guess, thinking what to do now. I subconsciously reached inside my pocket for a pack of smokes, nothing.
<Maybe I’m just jumping the gun here. I’ve sure as hell never been afraid of hard work, so I can’t be bitchin’ already. Must be first-day-jitters.> I figure. Distant wolves howled in the air, owls screeched in flight elsewhere.
<Music would be nice about now. Sucks I don’t have my guitar with me.>

I sing and hum to myself half the night, keeping myself company. Two coyotes and a mountain-lion settled down not far away from me for the night to rest. I can hear a Bison herd settling down as well beyond some trees.
No dreams this night as I fell asleep on the hillside.
<I’ll figure something out tomorrow.>

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The next morning I work up to the sounds conversation and chatter between several women. I fought for one eye to open then both. Then looked around and saw all around me not only the rabbit-women, but also human, mice, and fox women, all gathered around my home. The entire gathering reminded me of a flea-market.
“Huh, wha- what?”
I said as I yawned.

“The King! King Shawn has awakened!”

“Huh?”
I turned my head as I heard the voice from behind me, though I didn’t know who said it. No sooner I turned my head, the whole gathering of women practically stopped what they were doing and rushed at me.
“Uh… WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!”
I held out my hands as if that would stop them. To my surprise, they did stop.
<Okay…Come on Shawn, say something. And don’t be stupid!>
I stood up, dusting myself off, and stood formally upright. I notice, not just the women from yesterday, but others as well.
“Well good morning, girls. What brings you here, and who’re they?” I asked as I pointed.

“We decided to move here since you lived here.”
A white-furred, red-head rabbit-woman said.
“And along the way coming here, we met others. We told them all about you, and what you do, and everything you taught us, so they just settled here with us.”
She said referring to the fox-women.

“And when we saw them, we also came to join.”
Said a brunette woman.

“And the same with us.”
Said a curly-blond, gray-furred petite mouse-woman.

“Oh, that’s good.”
I answered, trying not to crack-up laughing. These women were as chipper as hummingbirds, and I guessed eager to do as I commanded.
“Okay…mm… get me some food.”
I said as I shrugged my arm up. However my hand unintentionally motioned towards four women to my side. A two foxes, a human, and a mouse took my hand gesture as if I pointed them out to go. And with smiles, and the mouse giggling, off they went.
<Huh, that was easy.>

“What about us?”
A gray-furred fox asked.

“What should we do?”
Another woman asked further-in the gathered crowd.

<Let’s see, what I can do.>
I thought, now armed with new courage.
“Well the whole lot of ya, can go back to whatever it was you were doin’ before. Except you two.”
I pointed to two human women. A white blond, and a ebony brunette woman.
“You two can stay next to me and keep me company.”
I half expected being turned down at my request. But that didn’t happen. Sure enough, everyone went back to whatever they were doing, and the two women, came to stand beside me.
“Well, shall we go inside?”
They smiled and followed me inside my home. The last time I had a girl in my home was years ago. And I believe hookers count. At least I think they do.
The black woman looked like she could’ve been in porn movies. About my height, big breasts, nice hips and a full body but not fat at all, wavy back-length hair, and looked around thirty-ish.
The white woman was thinner, small breasts, straight neck length hair, cute butt with legs to match.
<Well, come on Shawn, take charge. You’re in control here. You got what you’ve always wanted. So cowboy-up!>
I yelled inside my head.
“You work on taking my boots off.”
I said to the black woman.
“And you, you get yourself on my lap.”
I leaned up against the back corner wall, as the black woman lifted my right leg on her lap, and began working on undoing my boot-laces. The other woman sat right on top of my crotch, but was already fully hard by now. I wrapped my right arm around her waist, and pressed my left hand on her bare stomach and slid to up between her small breasts. My other hand pulled her into me and I kissed her. She sounded surprised by the sound she made. A short high-pitched squeal, muffled in her closed mouth, with a quick inhale through her nose. My hand also removed her leaf-top. I should’ve kept quite at this point, but I didn’t.
“So what’s your name?” I asked between the kissing.

“Name?”
Like I said. I should’ve kept quiet.

“Yeah, you know. What does everyone else call you by?”
The two women kinda stopped what they were doing, and looked at each other in puzzlement.