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Strutting through the corridors with all the panache of a royal, and none of the grace of one, Spamton made his way towards one of the meeting rooms per the Queen's request. 

The halls of the Queen's mansion were expansive (and expensive) and Spamton, in all of his glory was neither. Not yet, at least. Having been offered a room in the Queen’s mansion, he was well on his way to becoming a true [BIG SHOT], just like the voice on the phone said he would be. 

Each step closer sent jitters down his spine. What did the Queen want him for? Specifically him, nonetheless- the invite had come directly to his room, delivered by hand by a Swatchling earlier that night. A new brand deal perhaps? Maybe she wanted him to advertise some new campaign for her! The possibilities were endless, and he found himself walking faster in excited anticipation. 

Soon, with his increased pace he found himself nearing the door that he had been instructed to go to much earlier than expected. Striding over with a carefully tailored confidence, he readied himself for whatever may come. 

As he reached for the doorknob, a simple black window popped up in front of his face. 

[ You must be 18 years or older to continue. ] 

[ > LEAVE / ENTER ]

He scowled. Just who did the Queen think she was dealing with? He may be shorter than some of the other Addisons but he wasn't some kid . 

Clicking [ ENTER ], he is met with a long wall of text. Scrolling through it quickly, it looks to be some sort of Terms and Conditions. Grumbling, he skimmed the text- just some legalities about privacy, it seemed. No recordings within the room, all conversation and events that happen in the room must not be spoken about to anyone but the members present, typical stuff. Spamton had signed hundreds of NDA agreements and contracts just like this before. 

His patience wears thin after the third page of the same words repeated in various ways, and he starts clicking through various agreements mindlessly, his thoughts wandering once again to what could possibly lay beyond the door. Lost in thought, one statement catches his eye as he flicks through the walls of text. 

[ By agreeing to these terms you acknowledge that you give your explicit consent to view the contents of this room. You have the right to leave the room at any point for whatever reason, and that by doing so you acknowledge that you are still bound by the other rules of this contract. 

Leaving early will not result in any form of penalty, unless you breach another of the terms outlined by this document prior, during or after leaving the room. ] 

Curious. 

Upon selecting ACCEPT, the window disappears in on itself with a small blip, followed by a chime as a mechanism within the door unlocks, the door swinging open ever so slightly on its hinges. Spamton sucks in a deep breath, steadying himself as he tightens his grip on the doorknob. 

Just like the Voice says. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.  

He quickly steps inside, only for all the confidence he had built up on his walk here to disappear, replaced with a low feeling of dread. 

The blue throne hovering at the end of the room faced away from him, but it was easy to identify the presence of Queen by her distinctive laugh, echoed quietly by some soft murmuring. Another clear give away was the rapid tapping of silicone fingers on a phone screen, the cheery jingle of a mobile game ringing out from Queen's gloved hands.

Spamton pauses at the doorway, glancing around at the bare furnishings. The walls are covered in deep red drapes, with statues of Queen nestled between each section of fabric on either side of the room. A single comfortable looking chair and side table sits in the center of the room, not too far from the doorway. 

The door shuts behind him, as he fully steps into the room, clicking shut automatically. At the sound, Queen pokes her head around the back of the throne, face lighting up in a smile, a single red exclamation mark displayed on her screen. 

"Oh!!! Our Surprise Guest Has Arrived!" 

Our? His question does not go unanswered for long, and Spamton feels his face erupt into flames as Queen spins her chair around to face him. 

He gulps. Perhaps he should have read those terms and conditions after all. 

Legs spread across the Queen's lap, hands fisting the sheer fabric draped across your body, is you . 

Knees pushed apart by the Queen’s own, every part of you is on display as her porcelain-pale dick stretches your hole to its limit. Your half-lidded eyes grow wide as you catch sight of the Addison standing before you, your already flushed face growing darker when you meet his gaze. 

Brain stuttering to a halt, Spamton can’t decide where to look as she begins to pump her cock in and out of you. Unsure if he is meant to be witnessing… all this, he settles to look at his hands, fidgeting in his lap. Your eyes stay glued on him even as Queen idly taps away at her phone, pulling soft sounds from you as she brings one hand to fondle at your chest.

"Spamton Darling Sweaty Honeypie" Queen exclaims, shoving the phone into some unseen pocket. 

"No Like Really You Are Very Sweaty Right Now"

Self conscious at the sudden attention, Spamton coughs awkwardly, standing straighter as he looks away from the scene in front of him. 

"Y-Your [[Majestic Views-]]" He clears his throat again, clearing the glitch from his voice box, shuffling his feet as wet noises fill the empty air. 

"You uh- you called for me to meet you here?"

Spamton’s voice is strained, hands balling into fists as he struggles through each word. Queen stills, staring at him for a moment. You make a small noise of protest, and her pace picks up once more. 

"Yes! I Did And I Completely Recalled Doing So Because I Have: A Perfect Computer Memory"

In her lap, you huff out a soft laugh, which earns you a particularly hard thrust. You keen at the feeling, and Spamton’s eyes are drawn to the slight bulge in your stomach as Queen presses you down onto her dick again. He swallows thickly, entranced by the sight. 

"Why Don’t You Sit Down" Her tone of voice implies that she does not mean that as a question or polite offer. 

Spamton hurriedly steps forward, sitting down in the chair. He thinks it would be particularly comfortable if not for the scene playing out in front of him. He feels his slacks growing tighter, and he crosses his legs, attempting to hide the tent forming in his pants. 

"Where Was I" 

Queen surprisingly, does begin to talk about some sort of business deal, and Spamton quickly whips out a small holographic screen, writing down various details from her spiel. 

Sneaking glances up at you on occasion, he soon realises that during all this, your eyes have not left him, and he squirms under your gaze. 

You are ethereal. Angelic even. Your occasional moans as Queen thrusts into you are sweeter than any of the desserts he's eaten at the Color Café, and Spamton wishes he was the one drawing them from your body. Eyes raking over your body, he wishes he could touch you, to caress your trembling thighs and soothe the burning heat between your legs. You would cry out his name as he bucked into you, looking oh so sweet as you writhed under him, and- oh cross his wires , Queen has been speaking this whole time.

Tuning back in, it seems like she hadn't noticed his attention waning, droning on about- sure enough, a new product deal. He wasn't quite sure what it was she was selling (... something about battery acid?)

Hurriedly, he jots down what snippets of information he could gather from her increasingly distracted speech. In her lap, you appeared to have also tuned out Queen's words, losing yourself in the pleasure she was giving you. 

When he had first entered the room he had worried that he was interrupting an intimate moment you were sharing with Queen. But as time went on it was becoming glaringly obvious that his presence, if anything, seemed to be heightening the experience for you. Being so openly stared at sent tremors through your body, clenching around Queen's dick every time you saw his eyes wandering over your near naked form. Queen’s voice cuts through his thoughts once more.

"Spiced Ham-ton Come Here" 

Fumbling with the summoned screen, he stands quickly, stepping closer. Slipping out of her chair, Queen pushes you forwards, sliding you off her dick and sprawling into Spamton's chest. He yelps, his notes disappearing into pixelated sparkles. Sliding closer to you once more, Queen's dick slots into you with little resistance. The movement causes you to cry out into Spamton's chest, hands clutching at the front of his suit as you look up at him with teary eyes, pupils blown. He shivers at that, hands hovering around your shoulders, unsure if he's allowed to touch. 

You look so beautiful like this. 

It's only as you look up at him with a startled, sparkling gaze does he realise he had said that out loud. Clapping a hand over his mouth as you peer up at him with an unreadable expression, Queen takes the opportunity to piston her hips into you a few times more, granting Spamton with more of your sweet noises. 

Queen snakes her hands around you, cupping your chest in her hands, she squeezes at you a little, staring directly at Spamton

"Tity" 

Coughing out a startled laugh, whatever Spamton may have been about to say is interrupted by Queen taking his hands and bringing them to your chest. 

"You Were Ogling These Earlier So I" 

"Prediction: You Would Like To Touch The Tity" 

He ducks his head to the side, but does not remove his hands from your chest. So she did notice after all. Queen grins, leaning back and patting your hip with a satisfied smirk. 

"Told You This Was A Good Idea" 

You roll your eyes, loosening your grip on Spamton's blazer a little as Queen continues rocking her hips into you. 

Still somewhat unsure, Spamton lets his hands rest on your chest, kneading softly. Looking up to your face once more, he startles as he meets your eye. You watch him carefully, bringing your hands up to meet his, pulling one closer to your face. 

"Are you comfortable with this?" The first actual words he hears from you are like syrup, wrapping around his mind and swallowing his thoughts.  

He nods his head quickly- perhaps a little too eagerly- but you don't seem to mind. You give him a soft smile, undoing his belt and shimmying his pants down. Letting your head dip, you take his writhing tentacle in your hand, pumping it a few times before taking the tip into your mouth. 

Spamton watches, transfixed on your face as you take his dick to the hilt. The way your lashes flutter as you swallow more of him is intoxicating, lips stretching around his tentacle as you begin to bob your head.

He finds himself nearing his release embarrassingly soon, especially as Queen brings you to the brink, one hand reaching around your waist to stroke at you. Spamton feels you tremble around him as your orgasm races through you, crying out around his dick as Queen’s fingers vibrate against you.

"Be A Good Pet And Swallow Won't You?"

Her words and your soft affirmative moan is enough to send him crashing over the edge, filling you to the brim as Queen empties herself inside you not long after. Her head tips forward as she finishes, various keysmashes in red letters streaming across her screen for a moment before going stock still. You slip off his dick with a pop, drool and cum dripping from your open mouth.

Savouring the look of his spend spilling from your mouth, Spamton brushes a thumb across your bottom lip with an adoring smile. You return the expression, licking your lips. The newly rebooted Queen pulls you away, sitting you on her throne and summoning blankets and towels from what seems to be empty space to wipe you down.

Steading himself, Spamton lets out a shaky sigh, still riding the tail end of his climax. The noise pulls Queen’s attention away from you for a moment. Looking him up and down, she apparently deems him well enough to fend for himself, picking him up and walking to the door.

"Thank You Bye Ha Ha Ha Ha"

Unceremoniously, he is thrown out into the hallway. Spamton stands dazed for a moment, a stupid grin plastered on his face. Looking down, he yelps, quickly tucking himself back into his pants, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to appear more presentable. 

Looking around with wide eyes, he prays that nobody had caught sight of him in such a dishevelled state. Unfortunately, at the end of the hall he manages to catch a glimpse of the ruffled feathers and curious eyes of a couple Swatchlings ducking back around the corner of the hallway. Groaning internally, he prepares himself for the ensuing days of quiet whispering and sly glances to come. 

Making his way back to his room, his thoughts turn back to you. What were you to the Queen? A servant? Just some fling? ... A lover? 

The care she had exerted towards you and your comforts certainly made him think that she held some form of fondness for you at the very least. 

An ache blooms in his chest at the thought. Glancing back towards the door one last time, Spamton trudges down the hallway, thanking his past self for clearing out his schedule for the rest of today. There's no way he would be able to focus with all the thoughts swirling around in his head. 

He just hopes he gets to see you again.

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Snapping a holographic folder closed on his desk, Spamton dismisses it as he rubs a hand over his face. Queen had supposedly left him something in his quarters, citing it to be a "Surprise Gift, All Neatly Tied With A Bow And Everything". Running a hand through his hair, he looks down at the hand-written note, the neat writing spaced and lined with such precision it almost looks printed. Such as to be expected from Queen, he supposes. Thoughts drifting to the mercurial monarch, he stands from his desk and begins making his way through the halls back to his room. 

Initially, he had attempted to gain Queen's favour in order to climb the corporate ladder- a seemingly fruitless endeavour to most, considering how capricious Queen's attention seemed to be- but, he had (somehow) managed to catch her eye. She had seemingly grown fond of him despite her… increasingly obscure and wildly varying interests. Whatever novelty she found in him was what had provided him with a room in her mansion and all the resources and connections he needed to become a true [BIG SHOT].

Although… he couldn’t shake the feeling that she sometimes saw him more like a jester of sorts (he shuddered at the thought of being compared to such clownery ) but he found that he didn't entirely mind- in fact he often found himself exaggerating and playing up his reactions at times to get a laugh out of her. Something about seeing her delight at his antics brought a warm feeling to his cheeks, satisfaction seeping through his chest. It certainly helped that Spamton found Queen to be stunningly attractive, his compliments often taking a more sincere turn than the flattery he piled on his other customers. 

Not to mention how pretty she had looked pumping in and out of you that day. His steps falter as he recalls your flushed features, the way your mouth felt on his dick… 

It’s still unclear to him now, who, or what exactly you are to Queen. It had only taken a few nudges to find out more from the resident Swatchlings, the gossip-happy butlers relinquishing the details to him in hushed excited whispers. Some of them referred to your royal trysts as "Queen's occasional partnership as a willing peon" but each of them makes it clear that this role has historically been specific to you, and you only. Thus, Spamton had come to the conclusion that whatever the specifics are between you and Queen, all he knows is that it means you are strictly off limits.

When he finally arrives back at his room, the door opens for him, swinging in on well oiled hinges. He takes a step inside and goes still, the door swinging shut behind him. 

You are settled in the middle of his bed, a series of red ribbons barely covering your body. The silky material holds your legs together in a kneeling position, your bound wrists laying neatly in your lap. Each knot is tied with mechanical precision, wrapping around you with tidy loops, a large bow between your legs completing the look.  

"Surprise~" You hum, a smile lighting up your face as you take him in. 

Spamton forces his mouth closed with a hand, shutting it with an audible clack . He stands at the end of his bed, white knuckled grip on his briefcase tightening as you tip your head, looking him up and down. After waiting for a few moments, you sigh, shifting your legs to the side as you move to a more comfortable position. 

Holding out your wrists towards him, you regard him with a gentle gaze, words soft and soothing. 

"Would you mind untying my hands?" 

With that, Spamton snaps out of his stupor, striding over and untying the bow around your wrists.

"Was that too much? I know that Queen can go overboard sometimes. If you're not comfortable with this, I can leave if you would like." 

“No! I just…" 

The ribbons slide off your wrists smoothly, pooling between your thighs. You wait for his response, unmoving and unwavering in your patience. 

"I-I- well I just- aren't you Queen’s ?” He blurts out with a confused lilt, eyes cast away from your exposed form. 

"She’s not forcing me to be here if that's what you're asking. Queen's hold over me only goes as far as I let her have it." 

Spamton whips his head back towards you, starting and stopping a few times, hands flailing about as he tries to explain himself with little success. He falls silent as you raise a bemused eyebrow at him. 

"By all technicality, I am Queen's consort. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. She gets support, companionship and the opportunity to blow off some steam, and I get fucked within an inch of my life."

You pause, looking over him with a slight laugh as you watch Spamton struggle to keep himself composed after your last words. Flashing him a smile, you continue. 

"There's a little more to it than that of course, but that's the basic gist of it- in a way we take care of each other. In any case, I'm here because I want to be."

"I see… so you're the 'gift' she told me about? If so, I certainly appreciate it." He purrs, leaning closer. 

"Mmhm! Queen usually doesn't like to share my services… but you're a special case."

Before he can question that last statement, you trail a hand up his arm, pulling him forward by his tie and leaving him with his hands planted on either side of your head as he catches himself. 

"So if you're alright with all that, we can get to it. Same safewords?" 

Spamton stills above you, a chill settling in his chest. 

"[[Save 20%!!]]words?" He echoes, voice glitching as he moves off of you quickly, careful not to touch you. 

Peering at him as his mouth opens and closes for a moment, you sit up, leaning back on your palms. Spamton shuffles backwards, still kneeling between your legs, fingers woven together as if in anxious prayer. 

"I'm pretty sure they were in the terms and conditions you would have had to agree to before you entered."

"I… may have skipped through them a little." He mutters, a shameful blush creeping over his face. 

Half expecting you to kick him out at his admission, Spamton looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. Instead, you burst out laughing, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close.

"No wonder you looked so surprised that first time! They are ridiculously long, so I don't blame you for skimming them. I'll have to talk to Queen about making things like that more accessible." 

"You really should make sure to read them next time though. Who knows what secret agreements could be hidden in those walls of text." You tease, fingers curling in this hair. 

At that, you stop, peering down at him with a concerned glance. 

"You did enjoy yourself the other day right? You didn't stay because you felt you had to?"

He shakes his head, smiling up at you as pleasant memories flood back into his brain once more.

"I managed to catch the part that said I was allowed to leave at any time, so no. I had a lovely time, thank you." 

"Good, good, it never hurts to check you know?" 

You tug at his tie, undoing it as you talk, hands lingering around his collar. 

"Queen and I would have been able to look out for each other there, so I'm not too worried about us, but I'm glad you didn't feel pressured to stay." 

"Usually we just go by the stoplight system, but if you have anything else in mind, I can work with that." 

"Green for go, yellow for a stop and check, and red for a full stop?"

"Yup! Now… shall we?" 

"Of course, doll." 

Spamton leans forward, capturing your lips with his own, eyes fluttering as he slides off his jacket, flinging it across the room to be tripped over later. One hand tugs gently at one of the dangling ribbons, as he explores your mouth. You pull away, panting. 

"Could you…" 

His hands pause on the edge of the ribbon, looking up at your heated gaze. 

"Could you please… u-untie me with your teeth?" 

Your voice wavers, quiet and unsure. He grins at that, settling his hands at your waist as he leans closer, raising a brow at your reddening face 

"Was that something you were thinking about before I arrived?" 

Dipping his head down, his breath ghosts over your skin as he smoothes down the bow laid across your chest. His teeth clamp down on a dangling ribbon and he pulls at it, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. 

"How long were you sitting here looking pretty, trying not to move as you imagined me unwrapping my present ?" 

The ribbons slip off of you one by one, sending shivers through your body as they slide over sensitive areas that have you pressing your legs together. With every few bows he removes, Spamton similarly removes another article of clothing, slipping out of them with ease.

The last bow to go is the one between your legs, Spamton holding your thighs open as he tugs at the ribbon caught between his teeth. You unravel right along with it, whining into the sheets as he his gaze wanders over your naked body. 

His hands caress the planes of your body with touches almost as soft as the ribbons that slipped off it moments ago. Trailing down your stomach, he cups your heated sex, stroking along it as he palms at himself with his other hand. He pumps himself a few times, staring down at you.

"You don't know how much I've been thinking about doing this-"

One hand moving to press your thighs open, the fingers slick with his fluids catch on your tight hole, pushing in slowly. He sits back, watching you eagerly take him in, your breath catching in your throat as he presses another finger in, curling them upwards. 

"When I saw Queen fucking you I knew I wanted to be in her place, pulling these sweet noises from you." 

Spamton growls out, slipping another finger in with his next thrust, leaning forward as he presses his lips to yours once more. His irregular movements drive you up the wall- you are used to the carefully calculated edges of Queen- each movement counted and added to figures, a series of deliberate decisions that lead to a satisfying outcome. 

Spamton is not like Queen. His movements and words are sloppier, less precise, but done with just as much care. It's intoxicating , and you moan into his mouth as you let him devour you whole with clumsy movements. 

Pulling his fingers out from you with a wet noise, he lines himself up and pushes into you slowly, his own natural lubricant and previous teasing easing the way in. 

You keen, the twisting tentacle moving erratically, pressing against your walls with pulsing movements. Spamton mutters sweet nothings into your skin as you pull him close, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

"Queen was the one to suggest you, by the way." You pant out, fingers brushing against the nape of his neck. His hips slow, dragging against your insides in a way that makes your brain go blank. 

"To- ahn- to be the one to mnh - watch. She's fond of you. Didn't- ah - know why until I met you myself-" 

Face halfway sunken into his shoulder, your voice comes out muffled. 

"I'm-I'm glad she introduced us. She- hah - really likes you, you know?" 

Spamton opens his mouth to respond, but is interrupted by a scandalised gasp. 

"You Weren't Supposed To Tell Him!"

Both you and Spamton turn to face the source of the noise just in time to witness a vase in the shape of Queen's face wobble, almost toppling over before straightening itself. Always Respect The Pottery. 

"Queen, I know you're there." You say, slipping off of Spamton's dick with a sigh. 

"Squawk Squawk That Was Nothing It Must Have Been Just A Swatchling Outside"

"Queen." Amusement steeps through your stern tone.

"… Who’s Queen"

You raise an eyebrow at the pottery while Spamton stifles laughter behind his hand.

"I Guess I Don't Have To Keep Hiding Behind This Suspiciously Placed Vase Any More"

Queen leaps out from behind the pot, vaulting over it effortlessly. She lands in front of the two of you, hands on her hips and a sizeable bulge in the front of her pants. 

"It Is Good To See You Two Getting Along"

"Toodles" 

She turns to leave the room, heels clicking, but Spamton calls out to her before she can speedwalk away. 

"H-hold on! Maybe this could be a [Two for One Deal]?"

Spamton's chokes around his vocal glitch, looking back at you for confirmation. Your eyes light up as you catch on.

"Oh! Of course… we uh- we really should thank you for introducing us, Queen" 

Spamton nods vigorously, tentacle writhing against his thigh. You lean over the side of the bed and tug on her wrist. She comes easily, following you to the bed and sitting on the edge gently as you clamber back to your original position. 

Queen looks on, a fond smile gracing her lips as she watches the two of you coordinate around her appearance.

"Well Since You Insist"

"And I See My Spammy Wammy Still Isn't Finished With His Gift… Please Do Continue" She croons sweetly, sidling up behind him and sliding her hands over his. 

He nods, face red as one of her gloved hands slips down to guide him back into you. Queen smoothes a hand over his chest, kissing the top of his head as he shivers under her touch. She ruts against him, pushing him deeper into you with every movement. 

Reaching around Spamton's broad chest, Queen's fingers find their way into his mouth. You watch on in rapt attention as his tongue swirls around her fingers, moaning around them in a lewd display that has you clenching around him, wide eyed. Queen pulls away, Spamton whining at the loss of contact before crying out as she slips her slick fingers into his ass, hips stilling inside you as he adjusts to the pressure. 

One hand resting on his hip, Queen moves him for you, his dick twisting inside you as she adds another finger, quickly followed by another. 

"Are You Enjoying The Surprise?" 

He nods vigorously, whining as she slides her hips against his, fingers barely grazing at the spot that would make him see stars. 

"You Are Doing So Well For Us… But I Must Request: A Colour"

"[Go Green Today!]"

Spamton blurts out, pushing against Queen, pressing her cock between his asscheeks, his hips inching back and forth as he slides in and out of you. Above you, he is a perfect picture of desperation. 

With that, Queen slides into him and you push your hips down as far as you can fit him, pulling more pleasured cries from Spamton. 

Queen lets him adjust to her length before she slams into him with measured precision, pushing his hips back into yours every time he is pulled away. Soon, Spamton is filling you up, cum spilling onto the sheets, as you reach your orgasm shortly after, shuddering and gasping as it rushes over you. Queen stills her hips, holding Spamton deep inside you as you both recover from the intense pleasure. 

Still holding him in her arms, Queen pulls back, stroking along Spamton's jawline gently as she continues to bounce him on her dick. She looks over you, your exhausted form slumped against the pillows, then at Spamton, whose pupils are blown wide, squirming as she strokes his hair, hips moving all the while. 

"Would You Be A Dear And Clean Up Our Pet For Me?" 

It takes him a moment, fucked out as he is, to register what Queen was asking of him, but he hurriedly nods, gaze drifting down to where his cum is dripping out of you. 

"Good Boy… "

Spamton whines at that, and you internally file away that thought for later. Queen manoeuvres Spamton, positioning him between your legs. He brings his mouth down on you, tongue sliding into your loose hole. He swirls it around, swallowing his own release, staring up at you with half lidded eyes. 

Spamton pulls his tongue out of you, moaning again as Queen rams into him from behind. Content to watch, you settle his head on your belly as he nears another orgasm, going limp in your grasp. Queen follows along shortly after, pulling out before dropping to the mattress beside the two of you. 

After reaching over to adjust her arms to a more comfortable position, you turn your attention to Spamton once more. Leaning over the side of the bed, you procure a drink bottle and some towels, letting him drink before taking a sip yourself. You shove the dirty sheets off to the other side bed to be dealt with later, holding Spamton close as you wait for Queen to reboot. 

When she wakes, she takes to checking over the two of you carefully, wiping the two of you down. 

"You Are Both Quite Sticky" 

She laments, knowing full well she is at least partially the cause. You huff at her, grabbing her wrist and tugging away the towel from her hand. 

"Come rest first, we can clean up later."  

"I Am A Computer I Do Not Require Rest"

"Well, we do. Lie down."

You pull her into the pile with you and Spamton, her long legs tangling with yours, the white Addison squished between you, basking in each other's warmth. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK…

"Master Spamton, your room service is here-" 

Spamton sits up in alarm at the distinctive voice of the head butler, Swatch, the pair meeting eyes as Swatch pokes their beak into the room. Surveying the scene, Swatch's eyes widen behind their glasses, apologising as you look up at them sleepily from your spot on the bed. 

Their eyes grow wide as dinner plates as they spot Queen lounging alongside you, apologising even more profusely as they exit the room, a deep flush painted over their beak. Groaning, Spamton flops back onto the bed, palms digging into his eyes. Amused at his predicament, you peck his cheek, wrapping your arms around him once more. 

"Visiting the [Color Café Open Now!] is going to be so awkward…" 

"Maybe we can invite them in next time to make up for it" You joke, hand resting over Spamton's chest. 

Both Queen and Spamton seem to perk up at that, and you laugh, pulling yourself closer to your bedmates. The three of you drift off like this, lingering thoughts of your potential futures together tinting your conversations.