The Queen's Throne Part 6

Cassia popped open the top of the stool, lifted her elegant nightgown and sat. She rested her arms on her skinny thighs and leaned forward, still half-asleep. She was right: it had been a long night. In-between fits of barely restful sleep, she did nothing but pass the smelliest gas and moan from the awful cramps. After all these hours she finally felt something solid filling her bowels, but it was slow in coming. She rested her eyes and settled in for a long one.

Cassia managed to convince the men to leave her alone in her room, although they had someone posted at the door at all times. So she was afforded plenty of privacy, but was still fairly safe. She knew ahead of time that she would probably need the privacy; these kinds of cramps aren't just a freak thing. Cassia hadn't been constipated in a while, but she certainly knew what it felt like. She groaned and opened her eyes to look around the room, lit by enchanted candle. Dresser in the corner, mirror on the wall, the freshly slept-in bed, sheets torn asunder, book under the end table...

"Wait, I don't remember bringing a book." Cassia thought. Perhaps the inn had left it there for guests? Or maybe the last guest had left it behind? It was within arm's reach, so Cassia lifted off the seat slightly and grabbed the book. Before she could reseat herself, she farted, which echoed in the pot and broke the silence. *PfffFFTT!* Cassia quickly set her cheeks back down on the seat, embarassed. "M'lady?" Came a voice from outside. "Are you alright?" She blushed. "Yes, yes, I'm alright. Thank you." With that episode out of the way, she got back to business.

Now she could feel her colon stretching, something very hard and very thick making it's way out. She pushed, just to check how much resistance there might be. "Nnngh." It barely budged. Cassia winced as another cramp set in. She decided to give it a moment before pushing again. Instead, she decided to take a look at the book she'd found. There was no title, and it didn't look too old. The binding was nothing extravagent, but at first glance it did look rather fancy. The book was red with little gold details on the spine and around the edges of the front and back. She pondered it for another moment until her curiosity got the best of her. She opened the book to a random page, just to get a taste of the material.

["No, please, you are my servant! Why, if the king were to know about this affair..." The queen pleaded.

The young, nubile servant looked her over with hungry eyes. "The king be damned, m'lady! I love you, and I yearn for your flesh!"

The queen's servant leaped upon her and rubbed their breasts together. "Please m'lady. Please." She begged.]

Cassia was in the midst of a cold sweat. "This book, it's...it is pornography! Someone has left pornography in this room. And I'm actually reading it! Oh, what..." Cassia was embarassed, but as much as she tried to act offended and rationalize things, she knew deep down that resistance wasn't worth it. Her eyes were now glued to the pages. She couldn't stop reading, as she was so taken by the passion of the words, regardless of how base and meaningless they seemed. She pictured herself in the same scenario...

But in reality, the scenario she was in wasn't far too different. She began to realize this, and her fantasies started going unchecked. "I yearn for your flesh." She imagined Liviya saying this over and over again, fire in her eyes, grovelling at her feet, overcome with lust and desperate for any sort of affection. Cassia's heart went into overdrive as her blood pumped harder and harder. Her face became even more flush and she started sweating. Her nightgown became damp, and her hair went limp. She became unaware of where she was, and she didn't care. Small droplets of sweat and her most..."intimate" juices fell into the pot below. Cassia continued reading.

Though extra aware of her feminine parts, Cassia was completely oblivious to her pressing need to move her bowels, or the fact that they were acting without her. A massive log, like a minature tree trunk only twice as hard, began to crown. Cassia was so caught up in her own arousal that she wasn't even aware it had relaxed her enough to go. Cassia couldn't control herself anymore and began rubbing her pussy, which was now visibly swollen, if only slightly. She circled her clit with her index finger while teasing her cunt with her middle and ring fingers. Her other hand was over her mouth, stifling her moans and groans as she came closer and closer to orgasm.

Meanwhile, a good four inches of poo was dangling out of her distended asshole. In her dreamy state, Cassia became aware that her anus was being stimulated, but she didn't care what was causing it. All she could think of was fondling Liviya's breasts, grinding her private parts against her thigh, Liviya crying out her name and gasping as she came. The log made a sick crackling sound as it came out. *Crrkkll* It sounded like fire. Hot, passionate, flames, licking at Cassia's skin...

The thick, lumpy dump fell in the pot, and that last burst of stimulation put Cassia over the top. She gasped and moaned loudly into her palm as her body went numb. Electric sparks seemed to shoot off her body as she came, dripping pussy juices all over the floor and stool. She bit her hand out of passion and this snapped her back to reality. Her orgasm was subsiding, and she realized what she was doing. She frowned and hid her head in her hands, before it came to her that no one was watching. She folded her arms and peed on top of the "weight" she just lost, before nervously wiping herself and looking in the bowl. There was a huge, knobbly turd laying at the bottom, now glistening with pee. It seemed to have broken apart when it hit the bottom, as it was partly shattered, but was obviously all one piece before. Cassia closed the lid and stuffed the stool in the corner. She threw the book under her pillow and laid down, now feeling totally humiliated. But very refreshed...

As she drfited to sleep she imagined Liviya beside her, resting in her arms.

The Queen's Throne Part 5

The wheels churned over the dirt and the carriage rocked back and forth spastically. But the unpredictable motion was churning something else: their stomachs. The not-so-gentle rocking was annoying everyone, frustrating them and at times making them nauseous. Cassia was especially prone to the nausea, as by now she was very gassy, but decided to just clench her cheeks and stall emission until they were out in the open and nobody could track the sound and smell back to her. Two and a half agonizing hours the ride lasted.


The very minute they arrived, Cassia hopped out of the carriage and let loose. With the door shut and everyone else still climbing out, nobody paid enough attention to hear the massive, sickening burst of wind Cassia let forth. *BrrrPPPPPFFrrrttTTTffffweeee* Cassia was mortified, and more than a little sick to her stomach. Her fart had changed pitch at least 4 times, and lasted longer than 20 seconds. After the wave of nausea and the awkwardness passed, however, she felt a surge of relief. A burden had been lifted from her shoulders. (Or more accurately, her intestines.) By the time Gabriel and the escort had come around the carriage, Cassia had maneuvered away from the "stink cloud" and met them halfway, setting off for the church on foot. The carriage pulled away and went to await their return.


A few minutes later, as they reached the top of the hill in-between their stop and the construction site, they laid eyes on the church for the first time...or what was left of it. The foundations and scaffolding that had been built around the construction site were burned down, and it was mostly smoldering ash that remained. "What...what hap...what became of this place?" Cassia asked sullenly. Gabriel was silent, but it was clear he was in shock also. "Well, we had better find out." He said. Still shocked, the group began to carefully trudge down the hill.


When they arrived in the village, still no one had come out. When they were on the hill, they couldn't see anyone in the square or in the fields or anywhere else for that matter. The town seemed deserted. "Uhm...IS ANYONE THERE?!" Cassia yelled, trying to attract some attention. Nothing. The group scanned the area and still saw no one around. "ANYONE!" She yelled again. The group all turned on their heels, darting their eyes around fruitlessly. Finally, Gabriel's ears perked up. "Over there!" He exclaimed. His finger was pointed in the direction of a small house down at the other end of the square. Someone was peering out through the window at them, and was tapping on the glass to get their attention. They all ran over to find out what was going on.


When they got to the house the figure staring out the window threw the curtains back into position and disappeared. Cassia and friends all stopped short of the door. They waited. "Well, fine welcome this is." Gabriel sneered. Not even 10 seconds later he was forced to eat his words when the door clicked and swung open. A man stood in the doorway, urging them inside. "Hurry up hurry up!" He hissed. They all piled through the door and just barely got themselves braced when the man slammed the door shut and put a heavy wooden plank in front of it.


"What happened here?" Cassia immediately demanded. The man sighed and leaned up against the wall. "Aye, you're Lady Cassia, correct? We been expecting ya. Good thing ye didn't come sooner, girl." He said. "What happened?" She repeated, sounding a little more concerned this time. "Goblins." He grunted. "They came late in the afternoon, just started banging on doors and throwing those bombs around. They didn't do much damage as far as I know, but the church is torn apart. Think everyone is alright though. ...Ah." He quickly bowed. "Sorry m'lady, forgot me manners." She blushed. "It's quite alright. So goblins raided Coldmarsh? How long have you been hiding?" She asked. "Just since yesterday. Speakin', did ye see any on yer way in?" He poked his nose against the window again. "No. The town is empty." She told him. He perked up a little. "Ah, good then. I can round the town up and we'll decide what to do. As fer ye, ye better get back to yer big ol' castle. It's the safest place fer now." He warned.


Cassia went along with the villager as he went by all the houses, ringing a bell and hollering for everyone by name. As they were letting Coldmarsh know the coast was clear, Cassia felt the pressure in her gut return with a vengeance. She just about doubled-over mid-stride, and it took all her will to keep moving without giving away her pain. After a while it become unbearable however, so she had to stop and lean against a fence to recollect herself. Gabriel took notice and confronted her about it. "Perhaps we should return, m'lady. You must be tired. This is a lot to digest." She winced. "It certainly is." She thought. She straightened up and looked him in the eye. "No, I'm fine. We'll be staying at an inn here tonight. I don't care if it is dangerous, I must see to these people. They're in danger too, and I shall not abandon them." She said proudly. Gabriel was taken aback. "Perhaps she is a proper leader then." He thought. He waited, to test her resolve, to see if she would flinch or back down. She did not. He sighed. "It is your will, m'lady. We may stay if you wish." She smiled. "Thank you, Gabriel. Bring the carriage out and let me collect my things."


As Gabriel carried a sack of Cassia's things and the guard carried her private loo, Cassia clutched her stomach and swore under her breath. She didn't feel the urge to move her bowels, but she felt a little gassy and it felt like she had been stabbed just above her crotch. "It may be a long night tonight..." She grimly considered.

The Queen's Throne Bonus Story! Liviya's Story

CAUTION: Contains scat, blood and rape. I'd spoiler that, but who cares, you're just going to fap to it anyway.

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The Queen's Throne Part 4

Like every morning in Dioria, the suns rays shone through the window, casting pure white light over Cassia's slender body and warming her up. Her head was rolled back over the bed, staring out the window. Her eye was fixed on a point just above the rising sun, so the effect was much like staring directly into the sun. However, she didn't blink. She continued staring straight at that point, until the strain on her eyes was too much and she had to close them for a moment. She then became more aware of the rest of her senses, and realized that she was uncomfortably hot. She didn't particularly care. She sank further into the bedding and began a high-pitched whine that must have lasted at least one minute. All was silent for a moment...until a familiar clack rang out from the next room. A tinny crackling noise followed by what was obviously massive expulsions of gas came from behind the door. Liviya moaned loudly.

"aaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Cassia screamed at the top of her lungs, startling all the little critters outside and waking up not a few farmers in the distance. Again, a moment of silence, and then a fart from next door. *FrrRT!* Cassia threw herself over and buried her face in her pillow for the umpteenth time in the past who-knows-how-many hours. For a few brief seconds, there was nothing but the sound of birds beginning to cautiously chirp in the distance and the awful, squelching noises of Liviya having a case of the shits yet again. Then, completely unannounced, two guards burst through the door and scoured the room, flipping Cassia over and shaking her violently. "What is it?! What's going on?!" They screamed. Cassia stared wide-eyed before regaining her senses. "...Oh...I'm sorry. You may go back to your post. It's nothing." The guard looked at her a moment longer and dropped her back on the bed, signalling the other to leave the room. He peered around at the furniture, under the bed, out the window, and eventually into Liviya's quarters (he slammed the door shut even more rapidly than he opened it) before edging out of the room, not looking very reassured.

The stool lid clanked back down and the sound of a bed being disturbed was heard. Cassia sighed and picked herself up, dragging her feet across the floor and over to Liviya's room. She poked her head in, trying not to breathe through her nose. "Liviya?" Silence. "Liviya?" "Mmnngrghuhgh." Cassia persisted. "Are you keeping hydrated?" Quietly, Liviya managed to groan out "Trying." Cassia made to close the door, but rethought it and swung it open again. "Oh, I'll bring you some breakfast and some water. Something easy to keep down. Alright?" "Mmmn." Cassia gently slid the door back in place and tip-toed out of her room.

Still dressed in her nightgown, she padded to the royal kitchen to see what was going on. Astoundingly, the guards let her pass without a word. (They rather liked Cassia, and for the most part trusted her judgement and independence) She entered the kitchen to see at least a dozen cooks all working to get breakfast ready for the whole castle. The scent of eggs and frying meats wafted over to Cassia, and after suffering the smell eminating from Liviya's room, she fervently savored the wonderful aroma. She snuck in through the doorway and behind a counter, and for a few minutes, no one noticed her. She just sat and watched the masters at work, sculpting their edible art. After a while though, a few eyes glanced back and noticed royalty in the back of the room, so that they turned their heads around and stared. All the others soon followed. Cassia shifted in the rickety old chair she sat on, embarassed. "Uhm...good morning." A few of the cooks mumbled "good morning" back to her, not sure of what to do. "Can..can I just...oh you can get back to work, I just..." A few cooks frantically began working again, worried they were doing something wrong. A few still paid attention to the stray queen in back. "I was just wondering if I may use your facilities here? To cook breakfast?" The cooks stood flabbergasted, utterly confused. "You..want to cook?" They pondered this a bit, and then they all smiled at once, as if they'd rehearsed it. "Please, be our guest...or, rather, we'll be yours I suppose." She giggled and began to prepare something good for Liviya, as well as her own breakfast.

The cooks turned out to be good fun, once they acclimated to having royalty in their midst. They joked and laughed as they showed her how to prepare the food (she'd never actually cooked before, being first a princess and then a queen), and she seemed to be having just as much fun as them. With several plates piled with eggs and bacon and oatmeal and toast and various sweet things and greasy things and hot things and cold things (and drinks, of course) she attempted to wave back at them as she was leaving, but couldn't even tell where she was facing with the stacks of food so high. Instead she shouted "Thanks!" and set off for her room. Upon arrival she dumped off her portion on the nearest flat surface and took a plate of food, a small bowl of oatmeal and a cup of water into Liviya's room. She left it by her bedside table, patted her on the head and left without saying a word. As she was leaving, however, she thought she heard Liviya mutter "Thank you."

An hour later, Cassia was rethinking the entire plan. With still several bites of food left, Cassia wasn't entirely sure where should would put it even if she DID have the courage to put it in her mouth, chew and swallow. Her stomach was now showing a slight bulge, and on top of that she felt a dull ache in the area. She felt bloated, gluttonous and generally awful. She took a few deep breaths and laid down. "On the plus side, I haven't heard a peep from Liviya." She thought. Actually, she had heard silverware clanging, and if she strained she heard what might have been muffled chewing and drinking, but other than that, nothing. Anyway, by now the ache was subsiding, and she felt relaxed enough to slip into a coma...

But her servants had other plans. It was now the middle of the morning, and her servants appeared to groom her, dress her and send her on her way. Gabriel appeared shortly behind them and deliberately kept his expression blank. He was easy to read though; he wasn't happy. Although, he never really was. "I was informed of your little adventure this morning." Cassia said nothing and just looked straight ahead, seemingly ignoring Gabriel. Inwardly, however, she was grinning ear to metaphorical ear. "I don't want this to happen again, do you understand?" Again, she said nothing. He sighed and decided to just change the subject. "Are you prepared to visit Coldmarsh today?" "I suppose." She wasn't sounding eager, but she knew it had to be done anyway. Gabriel paced around the room. "I've arranged a replacement for Liviya. Her name i-" Cassia stopped him short. "It's alright, I don't require assistance. Just bring me a stool and something to wash myself." He gave her a funny look. "You're certain? ...And wait, where is your stool?" She feigned ignorance, but it was no use; he was too stubborn and too clever to just let it go. She told him she lent it to Liviya, and for a moment, he seemed angry. He glared and it looked like his face might start turning red, and perhaps he would storm out of the room or scold Cassia or something to that effect. Instead, after a moment of reflection, he began pacing again and wore a completely calm expression. "As you wish." Cassia decided to let it drop there and finish being dressed, but she was more than a little troubled at the display.

For the second time in two days, they piled into the carriage, a spare stool in Gabriel's arms, an armed escort and the driver among the group. They set off down the rocky road to Coldmarsh. On the way, Cassia's tummy began to ache again. This time, the pain was a little lower down her torso...

The Queen's Throne Part 3

The sun's rays spread across the room, magnified by the properties of the window, falling onto Cassia's face and bathing her in a beautiful glow, accenting her best features. She gripped the bedding with her left hand and rolled gently to the other side of the bed, throwing her right hand over first. Her eyes were still closed, and as she settled into the pillow again, she slowly pried her eyes half-open. At the first glimpse of her aide, she slammed her eyelids shut again and feigned sleep. "You have duties today, m'lady. We must oversee the building of the church in the village of Coldmarsh. You know this." She whined and buried her head in the pillow. "Gabriel, do you honestly intend me to go to a place known as 'Coldmarsh' now? I'm not feeling well." He pulled the bedding away and grabbed her cooly by the shoulder. "Yes, I do. You will be dressed in a few moments. Be ready." He pulled her to her feet and left the room.

Later, as her servants finish adjusting her dress and brushing her hair, Liviya exits her bedroom. "Ah, g-good morning...m'lady." Liviya stared down at her feet and blushed, not looking in Cassia's direction. Liviya stood in the corner and didn't say a word the rest of the time Cassia's servants were there, and then followed her out of the bedroom and down the corridor, where Gabriel was waiting for them. He stood leaning against the wall, tapping his foot impatiently. When the girls reached him, they stood for a few moments, waiting for him to speak. He finally piped up. "Are you forgetting something, Liviya?" Liviya looked around the corridor, checked her pockets, looked over the both of them and then shrugged. Gabriel rolled his eyes and sighed, giving Liviya a few moments to suddenly remember what she'd forgotten. She yelped and ran back to the bedroom, the door banging against the wall as she dashed in. Gabriel held his head in his hand. "Perhaps she was a bad choice..." Cassia grinned at him. "She's fine. I think I'm beginning to even adore her." Gabriel sneered in her direction until Liviya returned, carrying the "royal stool." She bowed while trying to catch her breath. "I..uhm...apologize. I forgot..." Gabriel ignored her. "The carriage is waiting for us." And with that, they left.

They all piled into the carriage and left for Coldmarsh. The ride was bumpy, as many of the roads along the way were in an awful state of disuse. Cassia's stomach still wasn't completely settled from the other night, and Liviya too looked rather uncomfortable. Cassia laid her hands in her lap the entire ride. Gabriel stared out at the landscape. Liviya looked like she was trying not to vomit the entire time. The only other person in the carriage, a guard, sat motionless, fixing his eyes on a point between Cassia and Gabriel. Everyone seemed to be entirely in their own world.

Roughly twenty minutes away from their destination, a putrid smell reached everyone's nostrils. The guard looked uncomfortable and embarassed, trying to fan his nose discreetly. Gabriel looked between everyone and sneered, before looking out the window again. Cassia looked at everyone, but then fixed her gaze on Liviya, who began to look a sickening shade of green. She was also breathing erraticly. "...Should we stop for a moment?" Cassia asked her, and her eyes immediately shot up. She nodded hastily. Cassia tugged Gabriel's sleave. "Pull the carriage over a moment, I think Livivya's about to be sick." Gabriel groaned. "You must be...alright." He leaned out the window and yelled at the driver to stop. He pulled in the reigns and the carriage lurched to a stop by the side of the road in a field of very tall grass. Liviya rushed out, with Cassia following her out of concern. The guard quickly got his act together and followed them. Gabriel, however, remained behind, yelling to them "Remember that we have commitments! Don't be long!"

Liviya ran through the tall grass with one hand cupped to her mouth. Once she was just barely out of sight of everyone, save for Cassia, she stopped. In a rather impressive feat, with one hand still covering her mouth she pulled her dress up and her underwear down and squatted over the ground. With no hesitation, she removed her hand from her mouth and retched. She clutched her abdomen for dear life and retched again, chunks rising in her throat. Cassia bravely walked up and stood beside her, keeping well clear of her mouth and ass, and patted her in the head, half looking away. "There there." She cooed. Liviya gagged again and spilt steaming chunks of vomit onto the ground, while her other end sputtered and released gallons upon gallons of watery diarrhea. The smell was intolerable, and Cassia was trying hard to keep from puking just the same. She patted her on the shoulder. "Should we return for the day?" Liviya spat and caught her breath before answering. "...M...M'lady, you have...business...erk..." Liviya threw up again. Cassia then realized that Liviya was much stronger than she appeared, perhaps even stubborn.

"We can reschedule for tomorrow, and I can bring along a replacement for you...or even do without your position altogether." Liviya shivered as her bowels let loose again. *PrrtCLRRKKspllt* Cassia had finally had enough. "We're going home. I'll bring the things you need to clean yourself up and then we'll ride home. You're not well." Cassia parted the grass and walked back to the carriage, making eye contact with the guard as she passed. His eyes seemed to be filled with sympathy, as if to say "Good job, taking care of the poor, sick girl." She paused for a split second and turned around to face him. "Did you hear any of that commotion?" He shrugged, but his eyes again gave him away. Cassia pushed this out of her mind and approached the carriage. Gabriel did not look amused. She explained the situation and Gabriel sneered. "We can't do this any other day, it needs to be now. You have responsiblities." She gave him an icy glare, and for once, he felt respect for her, if only through a very vague sense of fear. Perhaps she could make a good leader after all. "The church will be there tomorrow. It's not even complete yet. They will understand." She grabbed the things she needed and took them back to Liviya. Liviya looked depressed, pale and worn out. She led Liviya by the hand back to the carriage, and they turned around to go home. They had to stop one more time for Liviya to vomit by the roadside, but fortunately she never made a mess.

When they arrived back in the mid-afternoon, Liviya crawled into bed and passed out. Cassia was at first afraid she might be in mortal peril, but after checking her over, the royal physician assured her it was a minor stomach flu and would pass in a few days. She breathed a sigh of relief and went to bring Liviya a bucket. Along with the bucket, Cassia left her own stool by Liviya's bedside. She brushed the hair away from her eyes and felt her sweltering forehead. "You deserve the best, perhaps more than I do." She retired to her bedchamber and laid herself down. Minutes later, she heard rustling from the next room, followed by Liviya vomitting into the bucket, then more rustling and the sound of vicious diarrhea hitting the pot. Cassia rubbed her eyes and groaned in disgust. "This will be a long night..."

The Queen's Throne Part 2

Lady Cassia paced up and down her bed chamber, unable to sleep. "That new girl, there's something about her. She was almost too kind, too sweet. Why can't I stop thinking about earlier today?" The sun was now set, and the mood in the room was just as dark as the light outside. A few stray candles burned in the corners of the room, just enough to provide some light so Cassia could see where she was headed. She sat at her vanity and stared herself in the eye, thinking hard. She looked over at the door leading to Liviya's quarters, laying her head down on the table and sighing. She stared for a long time. "Well...it's not too late. She could be awake."

She stood up, straightened her sleeping gown and walked over to the door, hesitating before knocking. "What if she's not awake? I could be disturbing." She shook her head, long strands of hair falling over her eyes. "She has an obligation to me anyway. She must expect this sort of thing...no, that sounds cruel. I don't wish to abuse her in any way." While her mind was still rambling, her body had taken over and knocked on the door. She was worried for a moment, because if she'd heard that, there was no going back now. "Oh my! This is terrible, I shouldn't be disturbing her at this time of night! What shall...I..." She heard footsteps, coming closer, and the door opened. Liviya stood there, also dressed in her white nightgown. "Do you require my services, m'lady?" She played with her sleeves as she said this.

"Well...no, I do-" *Gurggl* Her stomach lurched, and a sudden pain seized her lower abdomen. "Oh...I believe I do. I'm sorry." She rushed over to the royal stool and lifted the lid, quickly lifting up the back of her nightgown and sitting. *Pfft* A burst of air escaping her butt. "I'm very sorry. Did I wake you just for this?" She continued playing with her sleeves, and was staring down at her feet, but yet she didn't hesitate to answer. "No, m'lady. I was...awake." *Pffft* More gas, a very quiet puff, but quite aromatic. Cassia wrinkled her nose. Liviya just stared down at her feet. "Hm. It appears I'm just rather...er...flatulent, at the moment. Are you troubled?" "Not at...may I sit down?" Cassia looked confused for a moment, then realized she was, after all, the queen, and these sort of formalities must be expected. "Oh, of course. Please, sit." Liviya sat down on the edge of the bed. She still played with the cuffs of her nightgown. "You do appear troubled though. What is the matter, Liviya?"

Liviya sat silent for what seemed like an eternity, before she at last opened her mouth to speak. "I h-" *Frrt* A wet fart interrupted her. "Oh. Ah, I'm sorry Liviya. That was embarrassing. Now, you were saying?" Liviya was now bright red, obviously feeling ashamed. "Not a thing. I...apologize." Cassia furrowed her brow and reached out to touch Liviya's knee. "Speak your mind." Liviya sighed. "Well...Ineedtorelievemybowelsbut...uhm...I didn't...want to disturb you by opening the door so...I just sat there." Cassia was now the embarrassed one. "It's ok. You may leave and relieve yourself now if you want." Liviya held a hand to her crotch and spoke in an urgent tone. "Thank you, m'lady uh...but...mmn......I don't think I can make it there." She gripped herself tighter.

Cassia was now concerned. She thought about her mother, looking down on the poor and the laborious around her. She thought her mother might be annoyed by something like a servant leaving to use the lavatory. She didn't want to be like that. "Liviya, if you can't hold it...I should tell you this stool is rather large. If I move to the side, we may be able to use it both at once. If that might be fine with you, of course." Liviya started up but caught herself and sat back down. "No m'lady, I shouldn't impose." Cassia began scooting over to the side. "Loosing your bowels on my bed might be more of an imposition than this. Please." Liviya stood up and, in one quick motion, pulled her nightgown up, turned around and threw herself down onto the stool. Cassia had to grip the side to keep from being propelled off the edge.

Liviya wasted no time. Immediately she released a combination of gas and very loose diarrhea, groaning while she did so. *PffttcrrkklplpbllrtttPLPPpffftblrrrrtpfff* Cassia held onto the edge for dear life, both trying not to fall off and trying not to make the atmosphere thicker. She unconciously sniffled and smelled the horrible air, coughing involuntarily. "You're fortunate you have no sense of smell, Liviya." She laughed. Liviya didn't laugh, whether it was because of her physical discomfort or her unshakable etiquette. Cassia stopped smiling and looked around the room, passing more gas in the meantime. *Pffffft* Liviya was now urinating into the pot, and at the same time having awful, reeking diarrhea. Cassia felt sorry for the girl. She held this in for who knows how long, and was just now getting a chance to relieve herself, and it had to be in someone's company? It seemed almost unfair, but sort of fitting given the situation.

Cassia decided to lend some comfort. She reached behind her back and found Liviya's arm, wrapped tightly around her aching stomach. She pulled one arm away and lay it between them, holding her hand and running her fingers along her palm. Liviya opened her teary eyes again and realized her hand was being held. She turned her head and nearly met Cassia's gaze. They rolled their heads back a little farther in unison, now looking eye-to-eye. *Crrkkllflomp* Cassia let loose into Liviya's pile. She giggled. Even Liviya giggled this time. "Liviya scrunched her face up and grunted, testing her bowels. "I'm finished, m'lady." She sighed and let go of Cassia's hand. "As am I. Shall we clean ourselves?" Liviya gasped. "I forgot my things!" She carefully let down her nightgown and walked to her bedroom, bringing back the shallow bowl and silk. Liviya first cleaned Cassia's backside, then went to get another bit of silk. She came back and made to clean herself, but Cassia stopped her. "...Allow me. This will be a secret amongst us, yes?" Liviya stood stunned. "A...secret? Us? I...yes. Alright." Cassia smirked and commanded Liviya to turn around and squat, and she did. She took her time cleaning Liviya's rear, disgusted and at the same time highly fascinated. The smell was becoming a nuisance, however. "There, finished. Now please, Liviya, remove this." She pointed to the stool. "O...of course, m'lady." She opened the front and removed the pot, looking down into it before walking over to the window and pouring the contents onto the garden below.  She wiped the inside of the bowl and set it aside. "I shall wash it more thoroughly tomorrow. I'll take all of this away for now." "Please do."

After Liviya left the room, Cassia tossed herself onto the bed, deep in thought. She'd caught a glimpse of the contents of the bowl, and she was utterly astounding that such a slender girl as Liviya could produce something so...large. "At the least, I think there are a great many things I don't understand about this girl." She pulled the covers over herself and drifted to sleep, the still fresh odor of Liviya's evacuation still hanging in the air.

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.