The Queen's Throne

The kingdom of Dioria was known as one of the calmest in the land. The queen was young and fair, there was little political turmoil, and, unlike many of the other nearby lands, there were few beasts to contend with in the wilderness. The price to pay for all this peace came in the fact the the kingdom was very, very boring. Much of the brown was brown or dark green, much like a swamp but less damp, and the ground was sparse with vegetation. There were no massive mountain ranges in the distance, or even nearby hills to climb on top of. It was flat, dull and few wanted to live there.

Still, it had it's benefits. The farming community was thriving in the area, as the soil was very fertile. Should anyone or anything attack the main kingdom (which no one ever wanted to, anyway), they would have no place to hide, giving the guards a strong tactical advantage. The kingdom was very out of the way, so actual supplies and news from other towns and cities was rare. The people of Dioria made do with what they had, and tried to be entirely self-sufficient. And it worked well for them. They were decent, hardworking people, the lower class was not looked down upon by the upper class, and nobody picked on anybody else. It was a good place to live, if you're not looking for any excitement whatsoever.

On one of these uneventful days, the current queen of Dioria, Lady Cassia, sat in her throne room staring out the window, holding court for the day. She sighed and turned over to her aide, on the left side of her throne, looking him up and down. "Must we do this today? Nobody has been in to bring news, and nobody has any issues to address with me today, and even nobody has been in for my entertainment. Can't we retire for the day?"

Her aide gave her a concerned look for a few moments, before saying "M'lady, you are the queen of Dioria. You must spend a certain amount of the day at your throne, prepared to solve disputes or negotiate with ambasadors from other kingdoms. It is one of your obligations, and I'm afraid today's time is not yet up. It will be over soon and we can do as you wish." She grumbled before turning to the window again, sighing.

Lady Cassia was only 19 years old, but had a very mature look for her age. Her mother, Lady Aria, looked down on the lower class, but even she was rather fair to them. She had passed away of disease (a rare thing in Dioria, as sickness was not widespread) at the age of 47. Cassia was only 17, and was to take the crown from that moment on. It suited her just fine. Running the kingdom was actually a pretty easy job, and she was never all that fond of her mother. Still, she sort of missed her, from time to time.

Cassia shifted in her seat and squinted her eyes for a moment, trying hard to keep her composure. "C'mooon, how much longer is this going to be? I can't wait much longer..." She thought, tension mounting in her nervous mind. She glanced around the room a few times, while attempting to conceal her discomfort. It was unavoidable that she would shift around, but she could not let her aide see a strange facial expression or hear (or, god forbid, smell) any "emissions." She sat back on the chair and groaned.

Her aide looked over at her, slumped over in the throne, and his mind began to wander. "Is she really mature enough to hold such a position? She can't even sit still in her throne for a scant few hours." He stared at her for a moment, taking in her pale skin, her long black hair, her extravagant dress of red and gold, custom tailored to make her look all the more dignified, lacy bits on all the ends, her shape just barely showing through the... He snapped back to reality. "She's technically royalty, and your job is to aid her in her queenly endeavours. Don't think of the lady in that way." He turned to face the main door of the throne room again, pushing his urges aside.

"M'lady, is there something distressing you? You seem listless." She frowned and looked to her right, out the window again. "Nothing is distressing me. You needn't worry." He too frowned. "It's just that you seem...distant today. Alone in your own world." He waited for a response for several seconds, almost ready to repeat himself, before finally she spoke. "No, I'm...fine. How much longer until we finish?" "Do you have a prior engagement? I can send to tell them you may be late." Again, she waited several seconds before responding. "That's alright."

Several minutes passed before anyone spoke again. The queen let her hand fall off the arm rest and began to rub her stomach, using soft, slow movements as to avoid undue attention. She spoke again. "Uhm...is it possible to take short...breaks, perhaps?" He thought a moment. "Well, no. It is your duty to remain in the room during this time, m'lady. Do you need something? I could send for a meal if you wish. Or perhaps even some entertainment, if anyone is available. Some company, perhaps." She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "That's the last thing I need..." He paused a moment, thinking hard. What could be upsetting the queen...?

He blushed after finally realizing the cause of her distress. "Ah...m'lady? Do...you need to..ah...relieve yourself?" There was a very long silence, in which neither looked at each other and both turned deep red. "I...rather do, yes." He sighed and continued facing away from Lady Cassia. "Well, fortunately, we've taken such things into consideration. We are very strict and traditional here, but we do realize that even royalty have basic human needs. If you would stand, m'lady." She very carefully gripped the arm rests and stood up slowly, attempting not to soil herself in the process. Once she was stood up, her aide swung around and stood in front of the throne, avoiding her gaze the entire time. He reached under the throne and lifted the top, revealing another seat entirely under the top cushion, with a padded hole connected to a pot below the throne. "I'm afraid this will have to do, m'lady. Unfortunately I must be present at all times, unless more urgent business or sickness keep me away, as you know. I promise I will not look, however." It was a nice gesture, telling her this, but not exactly comforting. "Uh...does m'lady need help...removing her undergarments?" He didn't look at her as he said this, turning away and blushing deeply. "I still promise not to...look."

"That's...quite alright." She said, also avoiding eye contact. "...Please turn away." He did, and she carefully pulled up her dress and the layers underneath, sliding her underwear down. There was a small brown streak on the back, from holding it all morning. As she turned around and began to sit on the throne again, her stomach gurgled. She groaned as she lay her smooth bottom on the seat.

Meanwhile, Cassia's aide had been distracted trying not to embarass her, and thus didn't notice the gurgling sound. He was not aware of how badly she needed to go.

Another few moments of silence passed, where the aide looked to the leftmost wall, and the queen was too embarassed to go. The aide decided to sit down next to the throne, still not looking in her direction; keeping his promise. She finally relaxed and began urinating into the bowl, the sound echoing around the chamber. She stared down at her feet and wiggled her toes as she peed. The bowl quickly filled, and the almost soothing sound of the stream hitting the side of the pot was replaced with the sound of pee sloshing against her large puddle. Her stream at last slowed, and she let off a few last drips into the bowl. She sighed in relief and sat back in the chair.

Her aide stood again, turning towards the queen. "Excellent then. I shall call for the royal chambermaid to dispose of that. Just then, as if perfectly rehearsed, she farted into the pot, echoing through the bowl around around the room. *frrRRTT* Her aide nearly went green, and blushed again. "I...will send for the lady of the bedchamber immediately. I...suppose...you will need someone to wash you afterwards." He quickly turned and walked out of the room, leaving her alone. She held her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose; the smell was unbearable, and there was no doubt he'd sampled her aroma before he left. *Nngh* She grunted and began her movement, a pile of brown slop shooting out of her sensitive hole. *Spklklkrrt* The sound was beyond description, and the smell was even worse. The smell and texture of her bowel movements reflected the diet of royalty in a small farming community: cabbage, meat, potatoes and anything with lots of fiber. She gagged and vowed she would never eat the cabbage again.

The door creaked open and Cassia's eyes shot foward, taking in the sight of a frail-looking girl bashfully entering the room. She looked around and walked up to the throne, staring down at her feet. "I'm...the...uhh....lady...uhm..." Cassia stared at her while she continued stammering. She tried to hide her embarassment and smiled. "What is your name?" She looked up at Cassia and said "Uhm...m'lady, I am Liviya. I'm...the uh...well I'm...your lady of the bedchamber. I...you know..." 'That's enough. I know what you do." Cassia noticed the small device in Liviya's hand, and the shallow bowl of water in the other. The device was a sort of silk handkerchief attached to a stick. "I think I know what that does." She giggled in spite of herself, and Liviya almost flashed a smile, before looking back down at her feet.

"I thought I was to choose my own lady of the bedchamber, though. I had heard the woman with my mother had recently passed. I had never liked her much anyway, she was much too rough. You seem young." Liviya ground her shoe into the floor and stammered out "Well...I am...very young, yes. See, your aide thought you might still be getting used to your authority, so your aide thought it best...if uhm..he chose...the lady of the bedchamber for you. And there were lots of other people and I mostly didn't want to...but my mother thought it would be nice for me...to uhm...'be among royalty' so she sent me there. And then uhh...I told him...I told him that I didn't have any sense of smell, because see I was attacked by a troll when I was little...and I'm ok...I'm really ok, see?..." She pointed to her cheek, and indeed Cassia noticed a small scar on her cheek, as well as the fact that it was almost indetectably caved in. "So I can't smell anything, and that's...a good thing for...this job..." She trailed off and stared down at her feet. *SPPLRTbrlbrt* Cassia dropped another load into the pot, freshening the stink in the room. She pinched her nose and nearly gagged again.

Liviya blushed. "If you wish...uh...I ah...can leave you to finish. Alone..." *Frrp* "......That's alright. If you want to leave, you can, and I'll call you back. I'll leave it in your hands." Liviya trembled and looked up at Cassia, before laying her instruments at the foot of the throne and standing to the side. "I'm ok. I should be here." She suddenly seemed far more brave, even though she was shaking. Cassia smiled shyly and reached over to grab Liviya's hand. Liviya gasped, before calming down and grasping Cassia's very smooth hand with both of hers. "Please, finish."

*SpllkkRTCHTLklk* an extremely wet load exploded from Cassia's rear, once again adding more to the already overpowering scent. "And you're certain you can't smell that? I envy you." Liviya giggled. Cassia squeezed Liviya's hand hard and said with a strained voice "Almost...through...hnnngh..." *CrrkklkPLOP* A much more solid log crawled through her colon and landed in the watery mess below, marking the end of her BM. She gasped and leaned back, still gripping Liviya's hand. "I'm finished." She panted, sweat running down her forehead.

Cassia now realized how adorable Liviya was. She wore a simple black and white dress, but it was much more form-fitting than her own. You could almost see Liviya's curves, and even though she wasn't well-endowed, her breasts looked well-shapen even through the dress. She had short brown hair, and a very soft face, with high cheekbones and a rather small nose. She looked almost childlike. "How old are you, Liviya?" "I am 17 years old m'lady. Soon to be 18." Cassia eyed her again, and envied her youthful appearance. Cassia herself was very young, but she looked far more mature. Her face was wrinkle-free, but she still looked older than she was, which made her much easier to respect at least.

Liviya grasped Cassia's arm and lifted her off the throne, telling her to lift her dress and squat down. She did, and Liviya began splashing water onto her butt, and then she was wiped up. Liviya set her things to the side and redressed Cassia, before noticing the small stain on her underwear. "Uhm..should I uh...take these to the laundry?" Cassia went flush for what could've been the hundredth time today. "Please." She removed her underwear and set them also to the side, then walked over to the throne and looked into the pot. She gasped, covering her hand with her mouth. "...Oh, I'm...I apologize, m'lady. It's just that...my..." She stared at the pot with a look of bewilderment.

"I'll remove this." She said, when she was finished gawking. Cassia still giggled, and closed the lid on the throne before sitting down again. She bolted up for a moment before sitting again, slower this time. "Uhm...is there any way to make...me...less tender...down there?" She asked. "I...have heard of some herbal remedies grown locally, yes. Shall I look into it?" "Please do."

"Goodbye, m'lady." Liviya left the room, and a few minutes later Cassia's aide reentered. He stood stoicly by the throne, not saying a word. "Is she to your satisfaction, m'lady? I apologize for taking this into my own hands." "She's perfect." Cassia grinned widely. "She's certainly got her work cut out for her."

Before they left for the day, Cassia's aide stared wide-eyed at the queen for several minutes, shocked she could say that sort of thing.