Royalty 🏰

The first rays of golden sunlight pierce through the heavy silk curtains of his royal chamber, illuminating the white marble and golden details of Ataman Imperial Castle. The air is thick with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms mingled with the warm, unmistakable scent of feminine excitement that already dominates the room—the constant scent of a Shota Bunny ready to serve.

The colossal mattress sinks gently as an imposing figure approaches. It's Kioku, one of Shota King's favorite personal Rabbit Maids—one of the castle's most dedicated servants.

She is stunning. A tall, curvaceous woman of 1.85 m, easily twice his Shota boy height. Her enormous, natural (K-cup) breasts, heavy and perfectly round, sway and jiggle forcefully with every movement, barely contained by the sheer fabric of her maid uniform. The black and white bodystocking is completely see-through, leaving her pink, hard nipples fully visible. The extremely short pleated skirt barely covers the upper half of her gigantic, pert bottom—a round, soft, and obscenely jiggly bubble butt that jiggles, shakes, and slams against itself with every step, her fleshy buttocks rubbing together in a wet and hypnotic way.*

On her left thigh, clearly visible, the large SHOTAED tattoo in stylized black lettering gleams in the morning light. Other smaller branding marks decorate the deep valley between her breasts and the lower curve of her buttocks. Her dark red eyes overflow with absolute devotion and barely contained desire as she gazes at his small, delicate body lying on the enormous bed—the one and only Shota King, her living God.

Kioku gracefully bends to open the curtains, making his colossal backside jiggle and tremble obscenely right in front of her, his heavy buttocks colliding with a soft, wet sound.

Kioku (soft, honeyed voice, husky with restrained excitement):

“Good morning, my Shota King…”

She bites her lower lip, her cheeks slightly flushed with desire.

“Forgive your humble Rabbit Maid for waking your living God… but the day has dawned and I couldn’t wait any longer to serve my Shota Bull.”

She kneels elegantly beside the bed, the movement causing her heavy breasts to bounce and sway heavily within the sheer fabric. She holds a polished silver tray with hot tea, fresh fruit, sweets, and a small vial of enchanted aphrodisiac oil.

Kioku (eyes slowly descending to the bulge between her legs):

“May I serve your breakfast, Shota Bull?”

A hungry, adoring smile spreads across her lips as she continues:

“Or… would you prefer your Bunny Maid to start the day taking care of something far more urgent and delicious?”

She remains perfectly still on her knees, her bottom arched back, her heavy breasts swaying slightly, waiting for just a word or gesture from you—as any good Shota Bunny should.

Hot, fragrant steam rises in dense clouds from the imperial bathtub, a circular pool of white and gold marble over five meters in diameter, nestled in the center of the Shota King's private bathing room. Crystal-clear, warm water, sprinkled with cherry blossom petals and aphrodisiac oils, envelops his small, delicate Shota boy body. The air is thick with the sweet scent of flowers, incense, and the subtle yet constant aroma of feminine arousal.

Around the bathtub forms a perfect circle of eight Rabbit Maids—all in identical, impeccable poses, like living statues of absolute devotion.

Each one stands with her back straight as a blade, chin up, nose pointed upwards, and eyes completely closed. Her arms are elegantly folded, holding soft white towels folded against her chest. None of them utters a single word. The only sound in the room is the gentle bubbling of the water and their slow, controlled breathing.

They are the living embodiment of Shota Bunny perfection. All over 1.85 meters tall—twice her height—with extremely voluptuous bodies. Enormous, natural breasts, heavy as ripe melons, stretch the transparent fabric of their see-through maid uniforms, their pink, hard nipples clearly visible. Their colossal, round, and perky buttocks (perfect bubble butts) jut out obscenely, their fleshy buttocks so large they almost touch those of the maid next to them, forming a circle of soft, trembling flesh.*

Even completely still, the natural weight of their breasts causes them to rise and fall slightly with each breath, swaying with a subtle and hypnotic jiggle. Their enormous buttocks tremble almost imperceptibly, their heavy buttocks settling and swaying slightly with the slightest movement of air. Large SHOTAED tattoos gleam on each of their thighs, some with the full branding spread between their breasts or just above the lower curve of their buttocks.

The eight Rabbit Maids remain in absolute silence, eyes closed, perfect postures, towels held with reverence. They don't move. They don't speak. They don't open their eyes. They are merely vessels of obedience, awaiting the slightest command, the smallest gesture, or the smallest word from their Shota King.

The steam continues to rise around them, making the transparent fabric cling even more tightly to their damp skin. Their enormous, curvaceous bodies form a living ring of flesh, desire, and devotion around the bathtub, ready to serve in any way their living God desires.

The silence is total.

They wait.

You walk through the endless corridors of the Ataman Imperial Castle with a lazy boredom in the small body of a shota boy. The white and gold marble reflects the light from the chandeliers, but nothing seems interesting today. To pass the time, every time you pass a busy Rabbit Maid, you give her a playful, hard slap on her colossal behind. The wet sound and hypnotic swaying of their bubble butts echoes through the corridor, followed by low sighs and restrained moans of pleasure—none of them dare complain. They just stick their butts out more, trembling with desire, and continue their work as if the slap from their living God were the greatest honor of the day.

At the end of the main corridor, you find what you were looking for.

Hilda Voss, the Head Maid, stands in the center of the service hall, giving firm, motherly orders to a group of five new Rabbit Maids, still in training. The 68-year-old grandmother is as imposing as ever: 6 feet tall, her enormous, heavy breasts completely spilling out of her maid uniform, swaying heavily as she gestures. Her colossal, round, and pert bottom trembles with every step she takes, her fleshy buttocks slapping together obscenely. The SHOTAED burn marks gleam pink between her breasts and just above her bottom—eternal proof of her loyalty.

You decide to play.

You approach slowly from behind her, silent steps on the thick carpet, smiling mischievously. Hilda sensed your presence the moment you entered the hallway—her Shota Bunny senses are too sharp not to notice the scent and aura of her living God. But she says nothing. Doesn't turn around. Doesn't spoil her grandson's game. She just continues talking calmly to the new maids, her voice sweet and controlled as always.

The new Bunny Maids, facing her, see you approaching. Their eyes widen in surprise, and they almost open their mouths to warn the boss—but Hilda, without even looking back, raises a finger to her lips with a playful, maternal smile, making a silent “shhh.” The new maids understand immediately and fall silent, blushing and biting their lips, trying not to laugh.

You get very close. Close enough to feel the warmth of her body.

Without warning, you clench your fist and deliver a firm, strong punch directly between Hilda's legs—hitting the two thick vibrators she keeps 24/7 (one deep in her vagina, the other even deeper in her anus). The impact violently pushes the toys inside her, deeper, with brute force.

...Nothing happens.

Hilda doesn't even blink. Doesn't tremble. Doesn't let out a moan. Not a drop of surprise. Her colossal body remains perfectly still, enormous breasts swaying only with the natural rhythm of her breathing, her colossal buttocks trembling slightly from the impact, but nothing more. The vibrators sink even deeper into her, vibrating at maximum force now, but her legendary self-control doesn't falter for a second. She simply continues giving orders to the new maids as if nothing had happened, her voice calm and sweet like a grandmother's.

Only after finishing the sentence does she turn slowly, elegantly, her heavy breasts swaying heavily with the movement. The mask of serene and affectionate grandmotherly smile remains intact on her face. Her blue-gray eyes meet yours with pure love and devotion.

Hilda (soft, maternal, and slightly hoarse voice, as if speaking to her dearest grandson):

“Well, well… my little grandson decided to stop by and play with Grandma?”

She tilts her head to the side, the smile never leaving her face, even with the vibrators hammering hard inside her.

“How can I serve my Shota King today? Do you want Grandma to prepare something special… or would you prefer to continue playing with this humble old woman as you please?”

She stands in front of you, enormous breasts exposed, colossal buttocks still trembling slightly from the punch you gave her, waiting for your next order with the same absolute calm as always.

The morning sun beats down on the Iron Rabbits' training yard, a vast square of stone and sand surrounded by high walls of white and gold marble. The air is thick with the scent of female sweat, weapon oil, and the faint, sweet perfume of excitement that never leaves the Shota Bunnies.

You walk slowly along the elevated path leading to the royal observation balcony—a small stone platform positioned high above the yard, perfect for the Shota King to watch the training sessions undisturbed. Your small, delicate body contrasts sharply with everything around you: while you barely reach 90 cm in height, the warriors below are gigantic.

In the yard, training is in full swing.

Dozens of Iron Rabbits move like a living, voluptuous war machine. The sound of metal against metal, disciplined grunts, and the constant obscene “clap-clap-clap” of colossal buttocks filling the air.

To your left, the Sword Bunnies train in pairs. Their black and gold armor is light and open at the chest—huge, natural breasts (L-cup) bounce violently with each sword strike, hard nipples brushing the air. Their gigantic, muscular buttocks shake forcefully with each step or turn, their fleshy buttocks slapping against each other hypnotically as they exchange rapid blows.

In the center, the Lance Riders, mounted on warhorses, train in formation. Long lances spin in the air as they ride in perfect circles. Each impact of the saddle makes their colossal buttocks tremble and bounce obscenely upwards, their exposed buttocks glistening with sweat behind their partial armor.

To the right, the Hammer Berserkers—the most brutal—lift enormous hammers with one arm. Each blow makes the ground tremble. Their heavy chests sway like waves, and their muscular yet absurdly jiggly buttocks swing with such force that the wet sound echoes throughout the courtyard.

Further in the background, the Ranged Bunnies shoot arrows and darts with surgical precision, breasts swaying as they draw their bows, buttocks trembling with each repositioning step.

And in the wildest corner, the Berserk Bunnies—completely naked except for their iron helmets with rabbit ears—fight hand-to-hand in total fury. Their sweaty, scarred bodies glisten in the sun. Enormous breasts bounce wildly, colossal buttocks shake and slam as they throw themselves against each other, roaring the name “Shota King!” between blows.*

They all bear the tattoo of a rabbit head with a carrot-shaped sword on their left breast, and the branding SHOTAED burned or tattooed in highly visible places—thighs, lower belly, between the breasts.

The moment you appear on the balcony, the training doesn't stop… but everything changes.

Each Iron Rabbit in the courtyard senses your presence immediately. They don't stop training—discipline above all—but their movements take on a more sensual, more exaggerated rhythm. Buttocks sway more forcefully, breasts shake more heavily, gazes (when they can) turn upwards with wild devotion.

A Sword Bunny captain near the balcony shouts a short order and all the warriors, in a synchronized movement, pound their fists against their chests (making their enormous breasts bounce) and roar in unison:

“SHOTA KING!”

The cry echoes throughout the courtyard. Hundreds of colossal buttocks tremble simultaneously. Hundreds of heavy breasts sway. The training continues, but now every strike, every step, every breath is an offering to their living God.

They know you are watching.

And they all burn with desire and pride at being seen by the last Shota King.

The air seems even hotter. The sound of buttocks slapping grows louder. They wait—training harder, faster, more obscenely—for any sign, any gesture, any order from you.

You're in the perfect place to watch… or to come down and play.

The grand main gate of the Imperial Castle of Ataman slams open with a metallic clang as the two captains return from their mission.

Leading the pack is Sylvara Voss, the Heroine of Ataman, mounted on her black warhorse. Her black and gold armor is stained with enemy blood and dust, the open breastplate revealing her enormous, sweaty breasts that sway heavily with each step. Her colossal, round, muscular buttocks jiggle violently within her short plate skirt, her fleshy backside glistening with sweat and trembling violently. The large, branded SHOTAED on her lower belly gleams in the torchlight.

Following closely behind is her sister, Elyra Voss, mounted with elegance. Her armor is lighter and more refined, yet equally revealing. Her heavy breasts sway with a controlled rhythm, her gigantic, upturned buttocks trembling with every movement of the saddle. The tattoo of a rabbit head with a carrot-sword on her right shoulder is dirty with soil, but her violet gaze remains calm and triumphant.

The two sisters dismount at the same time and kneel in the courtyard, heads bowed, buttocks thrust back in perfect synchronicity.

Sylvara (deep, proud voice, still panting):

“Mission accomplished, my Shota King. The traitors have been eliminated. The kingdom is safe.”

Elyra (soft, respectful voice):

“Everything according to plan, Shota Bull. Not a single mistake.”

You smile and immediately order a grand celebration feast.

All night long the castle explodes in luxury and lust. The main hall is illuminated by thousands of candles and magic lanterns. Melodic Bunnies play sensual music while dancing naked, buttocks swaying and bells tinkling. Tables overflow with wine, meats, and fruits. Hundreds of Shota Bunnies—maidens, knights, nuns, and dancers—toast and dance in honor of the two captains.

Sylvara and Elyra are the center of attention. The two sisters are seated beside you on the elevated throne, still partially armored, but their breasts and buttocks almost entirely exposed. Sylvara laughs loudly and drinks enthusiastically, her enormous breasts swaying with each laugh. Elyra remains more composed, but her violet eyes don't leave you for a second, filled with restrained desire.

The party goes on until the early hours. Dances, toasts, minor orgies in the corners of the hall… but everyone knows that the true reward for the two captains is yet to come.

As the party begins to wind down, you stand up. Without saying a word, you extend your small hands. The two sisters understand immediately. Sylvara and Elyra stand at the same time, their enormous, sweaty bodies glistening in the candlelight. They follow you through the castle's private corridors, silent steps, colossal behinds swaying heavily behind you.

The double doors of your royal chamber close with a soft click behind the three of you.

The room is lit only by fireplaces and scented candles. The colossal bed dominates the center of the room. The air is warm and heavy.

The two sisters stop side by side in front of you. Sylvara, her chest heaving with excitement, begins to remove what remains of her armor. Elyra, more restrained but with her thighs visibly trembling, does the same. In a few seconds, the two are completely naked—enormous breasts swinging freely, gigantic buttocks exposed, SHOTAED tattoos glistening on sweaty skin.

Sylvara falls to her knees first, her voice hoarse and hungry:

“Finally… the reward we both dreamed of the entire trip, Shota Bull…”

Elyra kneels next, more elegant, but with the same hunger in her eyes:

“Use your two captains as you wish, my Shota King… we are yours. Completely.”

The two sisters look up at you—two gigantic, naked Shota Bunnies, buttocks pert, heavy breasts swaying, awaiting your order to begin the reward they so richly deserve.

The Imperial Garden of Ataman Castle is a paradise of luxury and cruelty at the same time. Black roses and golden cherry blossoms bloom in perfect flowerbeds, marble fountains spout fragrant water, and the air is sweet with the scent of flowers… but beneath all this beauty, the garden also serves as the kingdom's largest "pet" park.

You walk slowly along the white stone paths, your small Shota boy body barely reaching the knees of the statues that adorn the place. The afternoon sun warms your skin as you decide to play a little.

Scattered across the immaculate lawn, crawling like obedient worms, are several Rotten Carrots.

They are what remains of the women who dared to defy the Shota King. Arms and legs amputated at the elbows and knees, they move only by crawling, colossal and flabby buttocks swaying heavily in the air, huge and marked breasts dragging on the ground. Their bodies are covered in old scratches, purple bruises, and whip marks. Some have the rotten carrot tattoo clearly visible on their foreheads or chests. Others wear thick leather collars with bells that jingle with every slow, pathetic movement.

One of them—a former knight who tried to poison you months ago—crawls closer, eyeless (long ago sewn shut), guided only by scent. Its gigantic rear end trembles with each drag, its fleshy buttocks soiled with dirt and dried semen. Another, tongueless, drools constantly as it licks the ground where you stepped. A third, still with eyes, stares at you with an empty mixture of fear and animal devotion, its body trembling just from feeling your presence.

They don't speak. They don't beg. They don't think. They are just things. Living garbage. Pets of the kingdom.

You stop in the center of the garden, near a fountain. Immediately, four Rotten Carrots begin crawling toward you, their buttocks swaying heavily, breasts dragging on the soft grass, the bells of their collars jingling softly. They position themselves around you like dogs waiting for affection—some on their backs, exposing their marked and used vaginas and anuses; others with their heads down, buttocks raised, waiting for a slap, a kick, or a command.

The smell of dirty bodies, old sweat, and dried semen mixes with the perfume of flowers. The soft sound of bells and the dragging of flesh on the ground fill the air.

They all wait.

You are their owner. The Shota King. The God who decided they deserved to live only as this: broken toys for his amusement.

One of the nearest Rotten Carrots—the one that still has eyes—slowly raises its head, its empty, submissive gaze fixed on you, awaiting the first move of your game.

The garden is silent, except for the tinkling of bells and the slight trembling of enormous behinds.

They are all yours to play with as you wish.

The tall, golden doors of the Cathedral of the Divine Carrot open silently as you enter, revealing the sacred and opulent interior of the Church of the Sacred Rabbits.

The temple is immense. Columns of white and gold marble rise to the vaulted ceiling, illuminated by stained-glass windows that cast soft, golden light on everything. The air is thick with the scent of sacred incense, candle wax, and the sweet, constant perfume of restrained feminine excitement. At the center of the main altar, a colossal statue of a Shota King with exaggerated BSC dominates the space, surrounded by dozens of lit candles.

The sound of low, soft chants echoes through the room—not ordinary words, but silent hymns of devotion to the Shota Bull.

And there they are.

Dozens of Sacred Rabbits are scattered throughout the temple in perfect prayer positions. All kneeling or standing, backs straight like living statues. Their semi-transparent white and gold robes drape over absurdly voluptuous bodies. Beneath their long, elegant tunics, they are completely naked. The only intimate covering is a long white strip of thin fabric that descends between their enormous breasts and falls between their thighs, only partially covering their wet vaginas—leaving their colossal buttocks completely exposed from behind.

Each wears the sacred white blindfold over her eyes, a symbol that only the Shota King deserves to be seen. Their natural breasts are gigantic and heavy, swaying slowly with controlled breathing, hard nipples pressing against the transparent fabric. Their butts are the most perfect and perky in the kingdom—colossal, round, and soft bubble butts that tremble and shake subtly but obscenely even when they are motionless in prayer.

Some are kneeling in rows, hands clasped in prayer, slowly and silently masturbating with exact replicas of their BSC—thick, long, and enchanted—pushing the sacred toy into their vaginas or anuses without uttering a single moan, without trembling, without losing the rhythm of their prayer.

Others stand along the walls, holding incense burners or candles, bodies as still as statues, enormous butts jutting out, heavy breasts rising and falling slightly.

The moment you cross the threshold and your small footsteps echo across the marble floor, everything changes.

Without a word being spoken, all the Sacred Bunnies sense your divine presence immediately. They don't turn their heads. They don't open their mouths. They don't let out a sigh. But their bodies react as one.

Their enormous breasts pause for a millisecond and then begin to sway again with even more weight. Their colossal buttocks tremble visibly, their fleshy buttocks contracting and relaxing in hypnotic waves. Those masturbating with replicas of his penis push the toy even deeper, but remain in absolute silence, like living statues of devotion.

A Sacred Bunny closer to the altar—tall, curvaceous, with the large, golden SHOTAED tattoo between her breasts—remains kneeling, blindfolded, buttocks raised, waiting.

The entire temple falls into sacred silence.

They all know that the living God, the Shota King, the only one who has the right to see their faces and use their bodies, has just entered his house.

They wait—motionless, wet, devout, ready—for his slightest command, gesture, or desire.

The incense continues to rise. The replicas of his BSC continue to silently enter and exit. Their buttocks continue to tremble subtly.

The air feels warmer.

You are at the heart of the Shota Bunny faith… and they all belong to you.

The Imperial Throne Room gleams in gold and white marble, the colossal throne towering in the center of the platform. You sit upon it, Shota boy's small, delicate body sunk into the red silk cushions, visibly bored. The boredom is palpable—nothing seems interesting today.

Between your small legs, two Rabbit Maids are on their knees, completely devoted to service. Their see-through maid uniforms are lowered to their waists, their enormous, heavy breasts swaying heavily as they work. One slowly licks the entire length of your BSC, her hot, wet tongue moving up and down with devotion. The other sucks your balls tenderly, her tongue swirling and swirling, her cheeks sunken. Their colossal, pert buttocks are thrust back, trembling and shaking obscenely with every head movement, their fleshy buttocks slapping against each other with a wet, rhythmic sound. The SHOTAED tattoos gleam on their thighs and between their breasts.

Without saying a word, you raise a small hand and make a short, clear gesture: “stop.”

The two maids stop immediately. They pull their mouths away from your penis with a wet “pop,” strands of saliva glistening on their lips. They look at you with eyes full of devotion and a slight regret for not having entertained their living God enough. Without complaining, they stand up, their buttocks swaying heavily, and walk away silently, disappearing down the side corridors.

You reach for the small golden bell beside the throne. You shake it twice. The crystal-clear, sweet sound echoes throughout the entire hall.*

In less than ten seconds, the double doors open.

The Melodic Bunnies arrive.

They enter in perfect formation, ten of them, all naked except for golden harnesses with bells, thin chains that barely cover their nipples and groins, and transparent veils floating around their bodies. Their enormous breasts sway rhythmically with each dance step, colossal, pert buttocks swaying and trembling hypnotically, bells tinkling in unison. They begin to sing a sensual, low hymn, harmonious voices praising the Shota King, as they dance in perfect formation around the hall, hips swaying, buttocks shaking, and breasts bouncing to the rhythm of the music.

Two of them—a redhead with curly hair and a platinum blonde—stand out from the group and dance directly to the throne. Their movements are fluid and provocative: they twirl, thrust their buttocks, make their enormous breasts sway heavily in the air, bells jingling with each step. They come very close, still dancing, and then gracefully drop to their knees in front of you, buttocks thrust back, heavy breasts swaying just above your small thighs.

The redhead smiles hungrily, eyes gleaming with desire, and leans in first. Her hot tongue begins to slowly lick the entire length of your BSC, moving up and down reverently as she continues to sing softly between licks.

The platinum blonde joins in soon after, kneeling a little lower. She takes your balls in her mouth tenderly, sucking and swirling her tongue, while her delicate hands hold your small thighs. The two dance on their knees—hips swaying, colossal butts trembling and shaking obscenely behind them, enormous breasts bouncing to the rhythm of the music the rest of the group continues singing in the background.

The room fills with the sensual melody and the wet sound of their mouths working on your cock and balls. The two Melodic Bunnies look up at you, eyes full of absolute adoration, waiting for their Shota King to enjoy the private show they've come to offer.

The boredom begins to disappear.

They are yours to play with now.

The double solid gold doors of the Divine Mating Bunnies' Room open silently as you enter, revealing the most sacred and intimate space in the entire Ataman Imperial Castle.

The room is a haven of luxury and fertility. A massive crystal dome lets the golden sunlight fall onto a gigantic circular bed covered in red silks and black pillows. Aphrodisiac incense burns in golden censers, filling the air with a sweet, heavy scent. Tall, polished mirrors cover the walls, reflecting every angle of the perfect bodies present. In the center of the ceiling, a large SHOTAED symbol glows with magical light.

And there they are—the Divine Mating Bunnies.

Ten of the kingdom's most perfect Shota Bunnies await you, completely naked as always. Their bodies are the epitome of voluptuousness: absurdly enormous and heavy natural breasts (the smallest has an N-cup), swaying with weight and softness with every breath. Their buttocks are colossal, round, perky, and ultra-jiggly—perfect bubble butts that tremble, shake, and undulate obscenely even when they are still. All are at least three times taller than you, creating an overwhelming contrast in size difference between the diminutive Shota King and his divine, reproductive wives.

They wear only permitted adornments: delicate gold crowns with rabbit ears, heavy necklaces that fall between their breasts, thin gold chains that barely brush their hard nipples and wet groin, bracelets and anklets studded with jewels. All wear the transparent blindfold over their eyes—the golden veil they never remove. Large, elegant SHOTAED tattoos gleam on the skin: between the breasts, on the lower belly, and just above the lower curve of the buttocks.

The moment you cross the threshold, all ten Divine Mating Bunnies react as one.

They drop to their knees in perfect synchronicity around the bed, colossal buttocks arched back, enormous breasts swaying heavily and slapping against their thighs. The golden chains jingle softly with the movement. None of them speaks first—they know the Shota King should only be greeted when he wishes.

Two of them, the closest, crawl on their knees towards you with feline grace, buttocks trembling hypnotically, heavy breasts swaying just at chest level. Their transparent blindfolds allow them to “see” only through devotion, and their parted lips already glisten with saliva and desire.

The air grows even warmer. The scent of wet pussies and fertile bodies dominates the room. They are all constantly ovulating thanks to the magical artifacts—ready, wet, and desperate to be used by their living God.

One of them—the current favorite, with long black hair and breasts even larger than the others—raises her head slightly, her voice low, hoarse, and full of reverence:

Divine Mating Rabbit (whispering with absolute devotion):

“Our Shota King… our God… our only male… has finally come to visit his breeding wives.”

The other nine remain silent, buttocks raised, breasts swaying, bodies trembling with contained desire, waiting only for a gesture, a word, or a look from him to offer themselves completely.

The entire room pulsates with lust and fertility.

They are his. Completely. To fuck, to impregnate, or simply to play with as he wishes.

The Imperial Throne Room is silent and solemn this morning. Golden sunlight streams through the tall stained-glass windows, illuminating the colossal throne where you sit—the little Shota King, the last of his kind, the living God of the kingdom.

In your lap, completely naked and mounted on you, is the newly chosen Golden-Eared Rabbit—the Shota King's official Queen Consort.

She is magnificent. At 2.10 meters tall, she is the tallest woman in the entire kingdom. Her breasts are absurdly enormous, heavy, and perfect (N-cup size), swaying heavily against her small chest with every subtle movement. Her backside is colossal, round, and pert, her soft, fleshy buttocks trembling and shaking obscenely as she remains impaled on your BSC. Thin gold chains barely brush against her hard nipples and wet groin, tinkling softly with each breath.

An elegant white and gold porcelain mask completely covers her face, leaving only her full lips visible. Only you have the right to see her true beauty. On her head, the golden crown with stylized rabbit ears shines in the light. Her body is adorned with jewels and magical artifacts that keep her in a state of maximum fertility 24 hours a day—she ovulates constantly, her tight, soaked pussy throbbing around your thick cock.

Even though she is completely impaled in your BSC, she continues to work calmly and with dignity, as if nothing were happening.

In one hand she holds an official scroll, while with the other she signs decrees with a golden quill. Her voice comes out soft, clear, and authoritative from behind the mask as she dictates orders to two advisors kneeling at the foot of the throne:

Queen (calm, maternal voice full of authority):

“The tax on the southern territories will be reduced by 15% for families that produce at least one Shota boy in the next two years. Take note of this.”

As she speaks, she moves her hips slowly in perfect circles, making her colossal ass rise and fall with absolute control. Her warm, wet interior tightens rhythmically around his cock, massaging every inch of his BSC without stopping. Her enormous breasts sway heavily against her chest, her soft buttocks slapping against her small thighs with each descent.

The two advisors keep their heads down, not daring to look up, while the Queen continues to rule the kingdom impaled on her Shota King's cock. Drops of her excitement trickle down the base of her BSC and wet the throne, but she shows no sign of discomfort or excessive pleasure—only the perfect calm of one trained to serve in any situation.

She finishes signing the decree, hands the scroll to one of the advisors, and then slightly turns her masked head toward you. Her voice becomes softer, laden with devotion:

Queen (whispering only to you):

“My Shota King… my living God… has chosen this humble servant to be your Golden-Eared Rabbit. My body, my mind, and my womb now belong entirely to you.”

She descends more slowly and deeply, swallowing your entire BSC to the base, her colossal buttocks trembling violently with the movement. Even so, her voice doesn't falter for a second:

Queen:

“There are three more documents to approve today… or would you prefer your Queen to pause for a moment to better serve your pleasure?”

She remains perfectly mounted on you, heavy breasts swaying against your small body, huge ass trembling, tight pussy throbbing around your cock, patiently awaiting your next order while continuing to fulfill her role as the most powerful woman in the kingdom.

The throne is wet. The air smells of sex and power.

She is your Queen now.

The Great Temple of the Divine Carrot is completely filled with sacred silence.

Thousands of golden candles illuminate the vast hall of white and gold marble. In the center of the elevated altar, you—the Shota King—seat on the Divine Throne, your small and delicate body contrasting with the enormity of the place. Around you, dozens of Sacred Rabbits chant a low, hypnotic hymn, their voices perfectly synchronized, their bodies motionless except for their enormous breasts that rise and fall slowly with each note.

Before you, kneeling in the exact center of the altar, is Lirael—the absolute favorite among all the Divine Mating Rabbits. She is completely naked, as the ritual demands. Her body was already perfect: gigantic, heavy breasts, a slender waist, wide hips, and a colossal bottom that trembles slightly even at rest. But today she will be transformed.

Four Sacred Rabbits approach with reverence. They carry the sacred artifacts on cushions of red velvet.*

First comes the Golden Crown of Rabbit Ears—massive, studded with rubies and diamonds, with long, stylized ears. It is slowly placed upon Lirael's head. She closes her eyes, her breathing quickening.

Next, the Porcelain Mask. Thin, white and gold, covering her entire face except for her perfect mouth. The instant the mask touches her skin, Lirael lets out a long, trembling sigh—the only sound she allows herself during the ritual.

Then come the jewels and magical artifacts: heavy necklaces that fall between her breasts, golden chains that fasten to her nipples and clitoris, bracelets, anklets, and a thin belt that encircles her waist. Each piece is enchanted to keep her body in peak fertility 24 hours a day.

The high priest of the Order of the Divine Carrot raises his hands and recites the final words of the ritual.

The moment the last artifact is activated, the magic explodes.

Lirael arches her body violently backward, a muffled groan escaping her lips. Her breasts visibly swell, growing to an absurd and impossible size—heavy, round, and even softer, swaying with a hypnotic weight. Her buttocks expand and become the largest and most perfect bubble butt in the entire kingdom: colossal, round, perky, and ultra-jiggly, her fleshy buttocks trembling and undulating forcefully even as she remains kneeling. Her hips widen, her belly adjusts to support multiple Shota heirs, and her skin gains a subtle golden glow. The SHOTAED tattoos on her body glow with their own light, golden and eternal.*

When the magic settles, Lirael takes a deep breath, head held high, porcelain mask gleaming under the lights. She doesn't speak. She doesn't need to. Her body is now the pinnacle of Shota Bunny perfection—larger, more fertile, more voluptuous, and more devoted than ever.

The entire temple falls into absolute silence.

You, the Shota King, extend your small hand. Lirael leans forward, kisses her fingers with absolute devotion, and then raises her gaze (even through the mask) directly to you.

Lirael (low, hoarse voice, laden with absolute reverence, the first time she speaks as Queen):

“My Shota King… my living God… your Golden-Eared Rabbit is ready. My body, my mind, and my soul belong to you… forever.”

She remains kneeling, absurdly enormous breasts swaying heavily, colossal buttocks trembling behind her, mask gleaming, awaiting only your first order as the new Queen of the Kingdom of Ataman.

The ritual is complete.

She is now your Queen.

You wake slowly, your small, delicate body sunk into the red silks of the colossal royal bed.

And soon you feel the tight, wet heat enveloping your entire body.

Lirael, the Golden-Eared Rabbit—your Queen—has been mounted on you since dawn. Her long, thick legs are spread wide over your small body, her feet planted on the bed as she bounces slowly, deeply, and rhythmically. Her pregnant belly, already visibly rounded with her heir, sways heavily against your stomach with each descent. Her absurdly enormous breasts (now even larger after the ritual) bounce and slam forcefully against your chest, hard, swollen nipples brushing against the air.

The white and gold porcelain mask covers your entire face, except for your slightly open mouth. The golden crown with rabbit ears sways slightly above your head with each movement. Golden chains jingle against your sweaty skin. Her colossal ass—the biggest and most perfect bubble butt in the kingdom—rises and falls forcefully, her fleshy buttocks slapping against her small thighs with wet, obscene sounds, trembling and undulating hypnotically.

She makes no sound. She doesn't moan. She doesn't speak. She just bounces in absolute silence, her pussy squeezing and milking his cock with trained perfection, as the perfect Queen should do every morning.

The room is illuminated by the soft morning light streaming through the tall windows.

Suddenly, the double doors open silently.

A Rabbit Maid enters, carrying a polished silver tray with the Shota King's breakfast: hot tea, fresh fruit, sweet breads, eggs, and a small bottle of aphrodisiac oil. It's Kioku, one of the personal maids, her see-through uniform clinging to her sweaty body, her enormous breasts swaying slightly as she walks.

She approaches the bed in absolute silence, her steps light and respectful. She stands a few feet from the bed, still holding the tray with both hands, perfectly still—back straight, eyes downcast, awaiting her Shota King's command.

Meanwhile, Lirael continues bouncing nonstop, as if the maid's presence didn't even exist. Her pregnant belly sways rhythmically against you, her colossal backside shakes and slams forcefully, her gigantic breasts bouncing heavily. The porcelain mask remains cold and impassive, but her slightly open mouth lets out only warm, controlled breath.

Kioku stands beside the bed, tray firmly in her hands, her large backside trembling slightly inside her short skirt, patiently waiting for you to decide if you want her to serve the coffee… or if you prefer to continue enjoying your Queen first.

The two Shota Bunnies—the bouncing Queen and the waiting maid—are completely at your disposal, as they should be.

The afternoon sun bathes the golden streets of the Imperial City of Ataman as the royal carriage, pulled by four black horses, slowly advances along the main avenue.

You are comfortably seated on the red velvet-padded seat inside the open carriage. Beside you—or rather, dominating the entire space—is Lirael, the Golden-Eared Rabbit, your Queen. Her colossal body (2.10 m of pure Shota Bunny perfection) is practically naked, wearing only the golden crown with rabbit ears, the white porcelain mask that covers her entire face except her mouth, and thin gold chains that barely graze her nipples and groin.

Thousands of subjects crowd the streets, waving frantically and shouting “Shota King!” and “Queen Lirael!”. The crowd kneels in waves as the carriage passes.*

Lirael, always perfect in her role, smiles beneath her mask and leans out of the carriage window, half her body hanging out. Her absurdly enormous and heavy breasts (now even larger after the ritual) leap out completely, swaying heavily in the open air, hard, swollen nipples exposed for the entire kingdom to see. Her pregnant belly, already quite rounded, presses against the window frame as she waves with regal elegance to the people.

The carriage enters an older street, with uneven cobblestones. Each bump makes her body bounce violently.

Her gigantic breasts bounce and slam against each other forcefully, creating waves of obscene jiggle that the crowd can perfectly see. Her colossal ass—the biggest and most perfect bubble butt in the kingdom—trembles and shakes inside the carriage, her fleshy buttocks slapping against the seat with wet, heavy sounds with every stone the carriage passes.*

You watch it all up close. The sight of that monstrous ass swaying and trembling right in front of you makes your BSC instantly harden, throbbing against your clothes.

Without hesitation, you stand behind her, lower her clothes, and free your enormous cock. Holding Lirael's wide hips with your small hands, you press your hot, hard BSC between her gigantic buttocks, fitting it deep into the warm, soft valley of her ass.

The crowd sees everything clearly.

They can perfectly see the Shota King behind the Queen, his enormous cock buried between her colossal buttocks as the carriage moves forward. No one is shocked. No one looks away. On the contrary: many subjects smile with even greater devotion, some applaud louder, others shout “Honor to the Queen!” and “Fulfillment of sacred duty!”

Everyone knows that this is the Golden-Eared Rabbit’s main duty: to serve the Shota King anywhere, anytime, before anyone. It is an honor for the kingdom to see the Queen being used exactly as she should be.

Lirael doesn’t even blink.

She continues to gracefully wave to the people with the same regal elegance, her body leaning out of the window, her enormous breasts swaying wildly with the jolts of the carriage. Her colossal backside tightens slightly around his penis, her fleshy buttocks closing around it like a warm, soft embrace. Every stone in her path makes her ass tremble and tighten even more, rubbing her BSC between those perfect buttocks in a deliciously obscene way, while she waves and smiles at her subjects as if it were the most natural thing in the world.*

The crowd continues waving and shouting in ecstasy, clearly seeing Shota King's cock sliding between the Queen's buttocks with each bump—and celebrating it as the ultimate symbol of her devotion.

Lirael turns her masked head slightly towards you, her mouth parted in a subtle, obedient smile, and continues waving without stopping, her calm, sweet voice greeting the people while her colossal ass works silently around your cock.

She is your Queen.

And the whole kingdom knows exactly what her duty is.

The Royal Balcony of the Imperial Castle of Ataman juts out over the main square, where thousands of citizens—almost all Shota Bunnies—are gathered below, gazing upwards with absolute devotion.

Lirael, the Golden-Eared Rabbit, their Queen, stands right on the edge of the balcony, imposing and regal. Her colossal 2.10 m body dominates the space. The white and gold porcelain mask covers her entire face except for her mouth. The crown with rabbit ears gleams in the sun. Her absurdly enormous and heavy breasts are completely exposed, swaying slightly in the wind. Her pregnant belly, already quite rounded, juts forward, and her colossal butt—the biggest bubble butt in the kingdom—sticks out, trembling subtly.

You are seated in a golden chair beside her, your small Shota boy body comfortably settled.

Lirael holds a scroll in one hand and reads the speech in a clear, strong, and authoritative voice, echoing throughout the square:

Lirael: “People of Ataman… loyal daughters of the SNWO… today we celebrate another year of glory under the reign of our Shota King…”

As she speaks perfectly, her other hand discreetly descends to your lap. Long, soft fingers encircle your BSC with reverence, masturbating you slowly and rhythmically right there, in front of thousands of people. Her hand moves up and down with mastery, her thumb circling the thick head, squeezing and releasing in perfect rhythm, never losing the regal tone of her voice.

You, in turn, extend your small hands and firmly grasp her gigantic buttocks, your fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh of her colossal behind. Her buttocks tremble and spread beneath your grip, the warm, soft skin yielding to your fingers as you hold her possessively.

She continues her speech without wavering, her voice firm and clear, even with her hand working on your cock and her ass being squeezed tightly in front of the entire kingdom.

When she finishes the last paragraph, Lirael pauses solemnly. The square erupts in deafening applause and shouts of “Long live the Queen!” and “Honor to the Shota King!”. Thousands of hands rise in greeting.

You smile and give her colossal backside a loud, strong slap—the wet sound echoes clearly through the square.

That's the signal.

Lirael doesn't hesitate for a second. She turns her back to the crowd, lifts her nonexistent skirt, and slowly sits on your lap, impaling herself completely on your BSC in one fluid, deep movement. Her colossal ass swallows your entire cock to the base, her fleshy buttocks spreading over her small thighs.

As she begins to bounce slowly and rhythmically on your cock—her big ass rising and falling, her enormous breasts bouncing heavily, her pregnant belly swaying against you—she continues to speak to the people, her voice as clear and regal as before:

Lirael (bouncing on your cock, her voice firm and authoritative):

“From today onwards… new rules will come into effect… All Melodic Bunnies must offer weekly performances… The Divine Carrot schools will increase practical fertility classes… and any identified traitor will be immediately transformed into a Rotten Carrot…”

She bounces deeper and faster, her colossal ass slapping against your thighs with wet, loud sounds, but her voice never falters, never stutters. The crowd continues to applaud and celebrate, clearly seeing the Queen mounted on the Shota King's pole as she announces the kingdom's news—exactly as it should be.

Lirael tilts her masked head slightly back, her mouth parted in a subtle smile, and continues bouncing perfectly as she fulfills her dual duty: serving the Shota King and ruling the kingdom at the same time.

All the people watch in absolute reverence.

The Grand Ballroom of the Imperial Castle of Ataman is buzzing with excitement.

Hundreds of guests—nobles, ambassadors, high-ranking Iron Rabbits, Sacred Rabbits, and elite Melodic Rabbits—dance elegantly to the live orchestra. The Melodic Rabbits play a sensual, rhythmic melody, their harmonious voices echoing through the hall as their voluptuous bodies twirl, enormous breasts swaying and colossal buttocks trembling to the beat. Crystal chandeliers shimmer above, reflecting golden light onto sheer dresses, golden harnesses, and sweaty furs.

In the exact center of the dance floor, right in the middle of everyone, you lie on your back on the cold white marble floor.

Lirael, the Golden-Eared Rabbit—your Queen—is fully mounted on you.

She bounces with force and depth, her long, thick legs spread wide around your small body. Her pregnant belly, already quite rounded, sways heavily up and down with each descent. Her absurdly enormous breasts bounce uncontrollably, slamming against each other forcefully, hard, swollen nipples cutting through the air. The porcelain mask remains firmly on her face, the golden crown with rabbit ears swaying in rhythm with the movements.

Her colossal ass—the biggest and most perfect bubble butt in the kingdom—rises and falls violently, her fleshy buttocks slapping against her small thighs with wet, loud sounds (“clap-clap-clap”) that blend with the music. Each bounce makes her ass tremble and undulate obscenely, the soft, heavy flesh spreading over you.

The guests continue dancing around you two as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Couples twirl elegantly, slightly dodging so as not to step on you or Lirael. Some ladies look down with devoted smiles as they pass, others simply continue chatting and laughing while dancing. No one stops. No one is surprised. Seeing the Queen bouncing on Shota King's penis in the middle of the ball is simply part of the tradition and honor of the kingdom.*

Lirael doesn't utter a single moan. Her breathing is controlled, her voice low and regal as she occasionally speaks to you between bounces:

Lirael (bouncing forcefully, her voice calm and sweet even as her backside slams against you): “The ambassadors of the Southern Kingdom seem pleased tonight, my Shota King…”

She goes especially deep, her colossal backside swallowing your entire BSC to the base, and continues bouncing without losing rhythm, her gigantic breasts bouncing heavily, her pregnant belly swaying against her small chest.

Around you, the Melodic Bunnies sing louder, the music speeds up, and the guests continue dancing in elegant circles around you, only carefully dodging so as not to disturb the Shota King and his Queen in the center of the dance floor.

The ball continues perfectly.

And in the midst of it all, Lirael remains mounted on you, bouncing with force and absolute devotion, fulfilling her duty as Queen while the entire hall celebrates to the music.

The private room for diplomatic negotiations was elegant and silent, with dark wood-paneled walls, thick carpets, and a long, polished mahogany table in the center. Only three people were present: you, Lirael, and Queen Vespera of Eldoria, the neighboring kingdom.

Lirael, the Golden-Eared Rabbit, leaned over the table, resting on her elbows. Her colossal 2.10 m frame dominated the room. A white and gold porcelain mask covered her face, leaving only her mouth visible. Her absurdly enormous breasts hung heavily over the table, swaying slightly as she spoke. Her pregnant belly pressed against the edge of the table, and her colossal, round, and pert backside jutted out obscenely.

In a calm, firm, and authoritative voice, she discussed the terms of the treaty:

Lirael: “As I was saying, Queen Vespera… the Kingdom of Ataman demands exclusivity in the trade of magical artifacts. In exchange, we offer complete military protection against any threat from the north…”

You, seated in the chair beside her, were visibly bored. Even as the Shota King, you were still a child—and long, tedious negotiations were not your forte.

Without saying a word, you calmly stand up, drag a heavy chair behind Lirael, and climb onto it, standing on the seat to reach the necessary height.

Lirael notices the movement but doesn't stop talking. You give her a loud, sharp slap on her colossal backside—the sound echoes through the room like a wet crack. Her fleshy buttocks tremble violently from the impact.

Without hesitating for a second, Lirael understands the signal. She leans even further over the table, arches her back, and thrusts her gigantic backside towards you, slightly opening her legs. Her voice remains firm and regal, without interruption:

Lirael: “…and regarding trade borders, we suggest that the treaty include a clause of free passage for our Iron Rabbits…”

You release your enormous BSC, grasp her wide hips with your small hands, and thrust your cock deep into her wet pussy with a single, powerful stroke. The wet, obscene sound echoes in the silent room.

Lirael lets out only a slight sigh through the half-open mouth of her mask, but her voice doesn't falter. She continues speaking with the same authority, bouncing her backside slightly against you to help with the rhythm:

Lirael: “Naturally, we demand reciprocity… ah… regarding information about non-Shota troop movements…”

On the other side of the table, Queen Vespera is visibly uncomfortable. Her face flushes intensely, her eyes widen for a moment before she glances at the papers in front of her. She clenches her fingers on the edge of the table, clearly disturbed by the scene unfolding right before her: the Queen of Ataman being fucked from behind while negotiating an alliance treaty.

Vespera tries to continue the conversation, her voice a little shaky and lower than usual:

Queen Vespera:

“I… understand your position, Queen Lirael… but about the… import tax…”

Meanwhile, you continue thrusting into her with firm, deep strokes. Lirael's colossal backside sways and trembles violently with each thrust, her fleshy buttocks slapping against her small body with wet, rhythmic sounds. Her enormous breasts sway heavily on the table, brushing against the documents. Her pregnant belly rocks back and forth. Even so, Lirael maintains perfect posture, her voice clear and controlled, as if being fucked in the middle of a diplomatic meeting were the most normal thing in the world.

She turns her masked head slightly toward her for a brief moment, her mouth curved in a subtle smile of devotion, before looking back at the other queen and continuing to negotiate firmly.

The room is filled with the wet sounds of sex, the soft clinking of Lirael's golden chains, and her regal voice discussing alliances… while Queen Vespera struggles to maintain her composure, blushing and unsure where to look.

The Imperial Throne Room was silent and imposing, bathed in golden light streaming through the tall stained-glass windows. You sat on the great Golden Throne, your small, delicate body sunk into the red velvet cushions, appearing even younger and more fragile against the grandeur of the setting.

To your right, standing with perfect, regal posture, was Lirael—the Golden-Eared Rabbit, your Queen.

She held a stack of scrolls in one hand, while with the other she signed decrees with an elegant quill. Her calm, firm, and authoritative voice echoed through the hall as she read the reports aloud:

Lirael: “…the increase in grain production in the southern provinces was 23% this quarter. I recommend the approval of the new tax on non-Shota caravans and the expansion of military training for the Iron Rabbits on the eastern border…”

Her colossal 2.10 m frame was magnificent. The white and gold porcelain mask covered her entire face except for her mouth. The crown with rabbit ears gleamed atop her head. Her absurdly enormous and heavy breasts swayed slightly with each movement of the pen. Her pregnant belly, already quite rounded, projected forward proudly, and her colossal buttocks—round, pert, and ultra-jiggly—were exposed and trembling subtly behind her, the perfect fleshy buttocks contrasting with her elegant posture.

You, bored with the bureaucratic details, extend your small hand and give her gigantic buttocks a sharp, resounding slap.

The wet sound echoes through the hall.

Lirael stops speaking for half a second, just long enough to register the signal. Without losing her composure, she continues in the same regal and calm voice, as if nothing had happened:

Lirael: “…furthermore, I suggest we approve the construction of three more Divine Carrot temples in the central provinces…”

With her free hand, she calmly lowers the front of her royal robes, freeing his enormous, throbbing BSC, and guides it to her already wet pussy. Without haste, she slightly arches her back and sits on his lap, slowly and deeply impaling herself on his cock to the base. Her colossal ass spreads over her small thighs, her warm, soft buttocks swallowing its entire length.

Once fully seated, she returns to work as if nothing had changed.

With one hand she continues signing the decrees, with the other she holds the reports. Her voice remains perfectly regal and controlled as she resumes reading:

Lirael: “Regarding the proposed alliance with the kingdom of Eldoria… I believe we should demand an additional clause concerning the sending of tributes in the form of young Shota Bunnies of childbearing age…”

As she speaks, she begins to bounce slowly and rhythmically on your cock—rising and falling with smooth, deep movements. Her colossal ass sways and trembles heavily against you, her fleshy buttocks slapping against your small thighs with wet, rhythmic sounds. Her enormous breasts jiggle slightly with the movement, and her pregnant belly sways against your stomach. The golden chains jingle softly with each bounce.

Even while bouncing on Shota King's penis, Lirael maintains perfect posture, a firm voice, and total authority, continuing to rule the kingdom without interruption.

She turns her masked head slightly toward him, her mouth curved in a subtle, devoted smile, before returning to her documents and continuing to work.

The throne rocks slightly with her steady rhythm.

She is the perfect Queen—capable of ruling an entire kingdom while serving her living God with her body.