It was the third day after leaving Cantleheath. MacKenna was surprised to see the Queen decided to wear a kilt, and more so that she had two waistcloth pinned to make an actual attire. MacKenna could not remember her wearing anything more than a shawl or cloak. The Queen had been mounted and waiting before the rest of them were, too. She normally walked until midmorning. The sergeant knew the Queen had not lain with anyone but her housemaid, so it was not that she could be with child. 'She does look awful flushed in de face, and she be sweatin'like she 'd been in a sweat lodge. Maybe she be under tha weather ?'Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Anderson to tantalise on.

'' Ya'feelin'a'ight, stateliness ? Ye doona be looking right, '' she said, keeping her voice low.

The Queen smiled tightly, nodded too quickly. She squeaked, `` Mmmhmm. I… I am… mmph… I am fine. ``

The sergeant gave the poof the look she deserved.

The Queen looked up at the men riding ahead, and sighed. The sigh turned into a low moan that she cut off quickly. `` Fine. I… It is no use hiding it. I am gooooinngg… to want Mmmm Max to facilitate mmme when we stop… '' The queen mole rat shivered, her eyes closing. She raised her kilt up on one slope, exposing all the way up to her hip. There were a few extra straps buckled on top of the Queen 's saddle running underneath her, and another around her upper thigh.

MacKenna looked at the configuration in confusion, letting it show at she met the queer 's pained gaze. MacKenna was even more confused. The expression looked less like annoyance and more like the facial expression of an orgasm. A commodity one at that. Something clicked in the serjeant 's head, and her centre went wide.

The Queen nodded, letting her kilt drop back down. `` When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found purpose for a sss…mmmm… special saddle … harness. That fits a 'woody'… Since… since I had not… nnn… needed to use the woody I bought… for Inga… I… thought it would… prevent me… felicitous. '' She moaned loud enough for the men to await back. MacKenna waved them back around, hoping she was not blushing as badly as she felt. `` So, ye'have bin ridin'all day, '' she said quietly, `` getting rutted by ye'saddle ? '' The Queen nodded. `` An'when we galloped ? '' The Queen shivered, nodding again. `` How by the Divines are ye'staying in the saddle ? ``

The Queen had let her reins go slack, trusting her horse to follow. `` Ssss.. Staying on the saddle is well-situated. I… ammmmm strapped on. '' MacKenna remembered the shoulder strap around the queer 's thigh. `` Getting down will be… problem… '' She lifted her kilt again. This time MacKenna noticed the leather of the saddle was stained from wetness, and the pouf 's legs shook almost constantly.

'' How many times have ye'… ye'… ``

'' I stopped remembering to count at fifteen… around midmorning. ``

MacKenna called as arrest, waving the men to fall in them again. She could not enjoin if the female monarch was blushing or in the midriff of another crest. `` Boyo 's, 'er majesty needs ya'assistance. Majesty, it would probably aid if ye'took off ye'kilt. ``

The world-beater nodded, unpinning her shoulders and unbuckling her belt. She tried to take out the kilt out from around her and moaned, not trying to hide her crest this time.

The men watched, confused. MacKenna helped attract the kilt away, taking the swath and cloak pin. She got her first existent look at the same fourth dimension the men did.

The straps she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now visible woody tight against the saddle, kept the Queen mounted to the saddle on the woody, but allowed decent slack for the queer to bounce, consequently rutting herself with every step of her horse. MacKenna let out a low whistle. Carl Anderson looked at in interest.

Max laughed, dismounting. He walked over, carefully unbuckling the Queen 's thighs, then lifting her gratuitous.

The queen mole rat screamed, her body shuttering and shaking, the evidence of her joy squirting from her now that the chew had been removed from her sex. Max laughed again, cradling the still twitching and moaning Queen as he climbed back into his saddle.

MacKenna took the reins of the now riderless buck, looking between the men and the vacant saddle, biting her lip. She looked at Anderson, who was suppressing a smile.

He shrugged. `` I will help, if you want. ``

'' Max ! Hold up a bit, '' she called out, sliding out of her saddle and handing Carl Anderson her reins.

Max turned so the Queen could see what was happening. She laughed, which turned into a moan and another rhythm of shakes.

'' Do ye'mind, ye'stateliness ? '' the sergeant called out.

The Queen raised her handwriting, waving before curling against Max.

MacKenna looked up at the queen mole rat 's saddle. The woody was not shaped like a normal fellow member. At about a hand and one-half long, it grew from the attack tip to about four finger's breadth wide around the eye, tapering down to about two fingerbreadth wide-eyed at the base. The Queen 's scream when Max lifted her was making more sense.

With another look at a still grinning Phil Anderson, she put her metrical foot in the stirrup and pulled herself up, settling behind the woody while she got her former invertebrate foot set in. She reached under her kilt as she stood, positioning she soaked and knavish rod at her opening. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own excitement. She lowered herself down onto the shaft, her eyes conclusion. She had to do work herself down a trivial at a time, moaning as she felt it stretch along her undefendable even as it went deeper. She almost gave up trying to get over the panoptic part, but once it was in, her body seemed to almost suck in the rest, sealing itself around the narrow floor. By the time she was fully seated, her legs were shaking, every front pulled another moan from her, and she knew she was close to her start crown. She had never felt anything like it, so full phase of the moon, so trapped.

She looked up at Anderson. His smile had turned darker, more like the look he gave her at nighttime before they crawled into the blankets. He met her eyes and nodded. She waved him over, lifting her kilt. He stepped over, buckling the shoulder strap around her thighs, adding an extra loop with the surplusage shoulder strap. She gave him a dirty look. It would only add an extra few indorsement to remove, but that was few sec more that she would be unable to lift herself off of this damnable bulb. He chuckled and stepped around to the other side, repeating the physical process and binding her to the saddle.

Carl David Anderson leaned over, kissing her on the face and whispered, `` honey you, Mac. '' He slapped the horse lightly, getting it moving with a saccade.

The sudden movement caused an prompt reaction, and MacKenna screamed her commencement crest of the afternoon. She felt the electric-light bulb try to debase her again, pulling every time she rose off the can, only to be rammed in again when she landed.

'Twenty day ,'she managed to remember through the daze of luxuria and mania .'I do no'live how she kept quiet for the morning. Divines pray that the pansy and I survive… ''