Despite the chill in the air on the balcony, Queen Jasiri barely felt the cold. She ran warm. While her chamberlain had to bundle up in extra coats, to keep from shivering, the queen wore a simple gown that left her arms and shoulders uncovered.

So she was in fine form, energetically giving commands, issuing proclamations, and solving problems. And impatiently tapping her foot as the chamberlain struggled to keep apace with his note taking despite gloved hands. She did feel a pang of sympathy, on top of her pang of annoyance. The poor, old codger barely had any fat on his body to protect him from the cold.

"Go to your office and have one of the maids build a roaring fire," she commanded. "You look halfway frozen."

"Very good, your majesty." He nodded. Having ceased writing, he now looked at her strangely.

"What is it?" she asked the old bird. A joking tone entered her voice. "Have your feet frozen to the tile?"

"No, your majesty. I've just only now noticed... Well, I don't know the decorous way to ask... there seems to be a small mouse wedged in your decolletage. Is it some new fashion, your majesty?"

Queen Jasiri looked down. That frequent pain in her ass mouse was squeezed between her breasts. He sighed happily and snuggled in deeper.

She had to resist the urge to pry him loose and toss him off the balcony. It wasn't dignified to grab at her own breasts in front of the old chamberlain and the small crowd that gathered whenever the queen came out.

"No, something more akin to an eyesore. Like a big piece of lint stuck embarrassingly to a garment."

"Does your majesty want me to..." the old bird trailed off, realizing too late where he'd be touching if he tried to help.

"Go to your warmth and your tasks," Queen Jasiri said, glaring down at the mouse. The pest didn't respond to this hostility. Instead, he slid his hand under her gown and idly traced his tiny fingers through her fur.

The old bird sprinted back inside the castle. Queen Jasiri followed suit but took a different hallway, away from possible witnesses to this farce.

"I should squeeze the insolence out of your tiny body and leave you for the worms," she hissed down at the mouse.

"Its cooooooooold," the mouse whined. He wiggled until he was facing her and then rubbed his head against her chest. "I'm so small, I lose body heat so quickly. But you're so warm!"

"Cold? I'll throw you in the furnace and you can be as warm as you please!" She made a grab for him but he quickly climbed up and slid into her cleavage, only his head poking out. All Jasiri managed to grab was her own boob.

"Aww, but you didn't seem to mind until the old guy said something. Are you just embarrassed about being seen in public together?"

"I'm embarrassed at sharing the same planet as you." Clearly all the not killing him she'd been doing and also using him as stress relief had gone to his head and erased every bit of survival instinct. Maybe she should eat him. That would show him.

Queen Jasiri jammed a hand into her own cleavage but the mouse slid deeper. She reached deeper...

"Excuse me, your majesty, just sweeping. Don't mind me, you won't even know I'm here. Sweeping, sweeping..." That weird, green rabbit maid walked by the queen. She didn't comment on the queen rummaging around her own breasts but she made a point of noticing it with nonchalance.

The queen cleared her throat and removed her hand. Without a word, she turned and walked away. She would continue this in her own chambers. Especially since the mouse had escaped the squeeze of her breasts and she was not going to hike up her dress even if the hallway had remained abandoned!

That cheeky pest! She could feel him sliding down her torso! Stopping his slide to plant a little impertinent kiss on her belly! When she got her hands on him... Well, he would not enjoy it!

Then, she barely heard the brute exclaim "Now, here is somewhere warm!" before slipping into her undergarments.

Queen Jasiri increased her pace, running while attempting not to look it.

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That pesky Leopold, always getting into trouble!

But he hasn't been pictured messing with her in six months so he was due.

And I wanted to get a picture related to him being a small, little mischief guy messing with a much bigger catlossus. It's a macro/micro theme I like to play with. Taking advantage of being beneath her notice to mess with her. Despite the queen being so much bigger and stronger, he's small and quick enough to give her grief.

And not that I thought about it when I got the picture but Jasiri has shown before that she's not that bothered by the cold.

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Queen Jasiri and Leopold T Mouse owned by me
Art by  doubleslime