The Rabbit and the Bear

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The Rabbit and the Bear

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Teaser: It's the 90s. VHS tapes, floppy disks, and cassettes. The birth of the World Wide Web. Gangsta Rap & Hip-Hop, and Pop-Punk. We had it all.

Ennike is the oldest daughter of the Prussian royal family, the House of Hohenzollern. She is living her best life. Hunting in the woods of Prussia, and partying with her close friends. But not long after her 21st, her father received an offer from the Russian Tzar. The offer was an alliance between Prussia and Russia, in exchange for Ennike marrying the tsarevich. The offer is too tempting, so as her father sends her away, her life changes.

Ksaveriy is the heir to the Russian throne, as the only son of her father. He lives a quiet life as a tsarevich. He wakes up in the morning, has breakfast, spends his morning in his study, has lunch at noon, takes a walk in the garden, spends more time in his study, then has dinner. After that, before going to sleep, depending on his mood, he goes to visit one of his favourite courtesans. But this changes when his father announces that Ksaverity will marry a Prussian princess.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

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Title: The Rabbit and the Bear
Author: @PaperDummy

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As you dear reader have guessed, this is an alternate history story. As we all know, there are two types of alternate history settings. One where the writer spent days researching in order to write the most realistic outcomes of the what-if scenarios. And the other one is where the writer is cooking while throwing different "what if..." scenarios into the pot without any recepie in order to pursue a cool setting. This is the latter.
A lot of things that happened in our timeline did not happen here in this one.
And I decided to add a bit of fantasy and sci-fi. Read further to find out what I mean ;)
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The Rabbit and the Bear

The Princess of the House of Hohenzollern

“Ennike!” An older woman yelled in the hallways of Oranienburg Palace. She was walking down the hallway, as servants followed her every step.
“Where is this girl?” She asked, as she stopped. She was old. In her late 50s. Her long gray hair was tied up into a bun. Her blue silk dress covered everything from her neck down to her ankles. Her black shoes were shining in the light.
“Ennike!” She yelled again, continuing her search for her daughter.
“Your Grace! We found her.” One servant ran to her. She sought with relief.
“Where is she?” She asked.

Meanwhile, at a stable near the Lehnitz Forest. A young albino woman was preparing for hunting.
Her long white hair was tied up into a pony tail. The white pants and red riding coat were hugging her body. She had just finished putting on her riding boots. After she got ready, she left the dressing room, and went to the stables with her hunting gun in hand.
“Hans! I’m ready!” She yelled, as she stepped into the stables.
An older man, probably in his late 30s, stepped fourth leading two horses.
“Ah. Your Highness, you are finally ready.” He said with a smile on his face. “What are you planning to shoot today?”
“Maybe a dear, or a fox.” She said, as she got up on one of the horses.
Hans laughed a bit.
“Like last time?” He asked jokingly, as he got up on the other horse.
“Yes! You seen how big that dear was? It definitely broke my record.” She said proudly.
Hans just smiled, as he looked at her. Moments like this were the times when he wished that he was born as the sun of a duke, instead of a butcher. He couldn’t help but imagine Ennike topples, on her knees in front of him, sucking his member.
“Hans. Hans. Hans!” She yelled. Waking Hans up from his daydreaming.
“I’m sorry, your Highness. I was just thinking.” He said quickly.
The princess looked at him. Her red eyes looked into his blue ones.
“And what were you thinking about?”
“About how good it would be to be a duke.”
She looked at him surprised. As he looked at her, he couldn’t help, but imagine her laying on her back naked, with her cunt wrapped around his cock. He took a deep breath. If only he was a duke.
“Really? If you want, I could help you with that.” She said nonchalantly as she left the stable.
“Wait. What?” He asked, as he followed her quickly.
“Yes. If you want, I could say some good words about you to my father. Even if it wouldn’t make you a duke, you still could get some royal title.” She said proudly.
Before he could respond, a car pulled up to the stable, and parked.
“Fuck.” Ennike said quietly under her breath, as she recognised the car.

“Ennike! Finally, you're here.” Her mother greeted her, as the albino woman was walking down the hallway. “Go to your room, and change into something feminine. Your father will make an early announcement.”
Ennike took a deep breath and went to her room. She changed into a long red silk dress. A servant did her hair quickly, then she left the room.
“Look at you. You look so lovely.” Her mother said, as the two went to the dining hall.
The nobles were already sitting around the table chatting. She looked around. Her brother, the heir to the Prussian throne, was sitting in his usual seat chatting about war tactics with a few nobles. Her sister Lida was sitting in her usual seat, quietly praying instead of chatting. And her sister Alsa was sitting next to Lida, trying to talk to her, only to be ignored.
Ennika went to her usual seat next to her brother Frederick. The only person missing was her father. The king of Prussia.
“Eni! How was the hunting?” Frederick asked her with a smile.
“Bad. I had to come home, before I could even ride out.” She said, as she looked at the empty table. “And you? How was shooting practice?”
“It was great.” He said. “Do you know why father decided to make an early announcement?”
“No. I have no idea.” She said.

Some time later, the door opened, and Wilhelm finally appeared. Everyone stood up, as the king slowly approached the table. He nodded, and after he took his seat, everyone set down.
The room was quiet. Everyone was looking at him.
Wilhelm took a deep breath.
“Thank you everyone for coming. I have an announcement to make.” He said. “Yesterday. I received an offer from Aleksandr V, Tsar of Russia. He offered an alliance between Prussia and Russia." He took a pause, took a deep breath and continued. “And in exchange, his son can marry one of my daughters.”
Ennike, Lida, and Alsa looked at him. This idea was horrifying for all three of them. The idea of being sent away to marry someone was not new to them. They know that this day will come. But Russia? And to a prince they never meet? This was horrifying for all three of them.
Their mother Juliet looked down. She knows this. She took a deep breath, preparing to lose one of her daughters.
Wilhelm looked at his daughters. He took a deep breath, and continued.
“I decided to accept the offer. So tomorrow, my oldest daughter, Ennike, will be sent to Russia.”

Ennike was in her room. She was wearing her white nightgown as she was standing in her room. Her white cat Mimi was in her arms.
Suddenly someone knocked on her door.
“Come in!”
When the door opened, her two friends quickly stepped in, before closing the door behind themselves.
Juliette comes from a noble family, French in origine. Her long blond hair was let down. It reached the middle of her back.
And Valeria was from a royal family that originated from Spain. Her tan skin was contrasted by her white robe. Her brown hair reached her tights.
Mimi quickly jumped out of her arms, before the three women quickly hugged each other.
“Oh. En! We heard the news.” Said Juliette during the hug.
“It’s horrible.” Added Valeria after the three let go of each other.
“I know. Nobody is even allowed to come with me.” She said as she set down on her bed. “If I was allowed to bring some company with me. Would you two come?”
“Yes. Of course!” The blond said as she set down to her right side.
“Why wouldn’t we?” The brunet asked as she set down to her left.
“Hey. Maybe we can visit.” Juliette tried to cheer up her. Even if she was right, things wouldn’t be the same.
“Yes! We will visit, and maybe you could get your future husband to allow us to move in!” Valeria said happily.
“I will try.” Ennike said, as she laid down.
“But now let’s think about the bright side.” Valeria said hopefully. “Maybe he is not that bad.”
“Maybe he is good in the bed.” Juliette said. “Who knows. Maybe he has a big dick.”
“Juliet!” Ennike said, as she set up. Her face was red.
“What? I’m just trying to see the bright side." She said with a smile on her face. “Just think about it. He tears off your wedding dress, then lays you down on the bed, opens your legs, and starts to-Hey!
Ennike playfully hit Juliette with a pillow, resulting in a playful laughter from both.
“I will miss you two.” Ennike said, as she hugged her two best friends again.

End of chapter 1
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I know that this begining is not that erotic, but I promise it will start by the second chapter, where we meet with Ennike's future husband. This is my first writing here. So please write any feedback on how to improve regarding characterisation, writing, and over all how shpuld I slowly introduce this alternate world.
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I could only rate the story a 3 because I'm limited; however, I see the possibilities with the plot and premise. Well done.
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Interesting premise and a promising start. Forced marriage has interesting elements that could branch off into multiple possibilities. This feels like it will be a long story, so I'll add the long tag (you can of course change it if it turns out to be a medium story.) I also added the unfinished required tag for you.

I would say the best thing to do is expand more on each scene. This story isn't meant to be just wanking material, so don't be afraid to have longer scenes and chapters. As for worldbuilding goes, do the worldbuilding as you go along with the story.
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The Tsarevich of the House of Romanov, and the Departure from Prussia


“Have the invitations been sent?” The Ober-Kammerherr asked from his assistants, while checking the list in his hand. The halls of the Winter Palace were chaotic. Servants ware preparing for the three days long celebrations were everywhere.
“Yes. They were sent out as soon as the offer was accepted.” One of his assistants confirmed.
“Good..” He said, as his phone started ringing. He picked up quickly. “What is it? What do you mean that one needleworker got sick? Look, I don’t care from how. Just get another one. We don’t have enough time to slow down.” He said, then put down the phone.
He continued to go down the hallway. He cursed under his breath, as his phone started to ring again. He picked it up.
“What is it?” He asked, as he gave the list to one of his assistants. “Countess Irya is on her way to the Prussian-Polish border? Good. Finally, some good news.”
He put down the phone, as he noticed a familiar tall blond man leaving one of the rooms.
“Ksaveriy!” He called to him, as he approached him.
The tsarevich stopped, and turned around.
“Boris, how is the wedding planning going?”
“Over all, it’s going well. A few small bumps, but that’s it.” He said as he stepped beside Ksaveriy. “Countess Irya is already on her way to the Prussian-Polish border. The princess will be prepare her for the wedding, and her new life here.”
Ksaveriy nodded in acknowledgement.
“Your Highness, I would like to ask your opinion about the wedding dinner menu.” Boris asked, as he took a list from one of his assistants.
Ksaveriy took it. His gray eyes looked at the menu. Caviar, sturgeon, foie gras, pirozhki, aspic, and different types of soups for the starters and zakuski. Typical.
Sterlet de la dvina au champagne, selle de chevreuil grand véneur, ducklings from Rouen, stuffed salmon trout, and roast poulardes with woodcocks as the main courses.
Asparagus, cucumber salads, and truffles as the side dishes.
Pêches de montreuil cardinal, Romanov ice cream, Parisian ice cream, and timbale pompadour for the desert.
For the drinks, champagne, vodka, punch, kvass, mineral water, cold water, wine and liqueurs.
And the traditional wedding ritual foods.
“Sounds good.” The tsarevich said as he gave the paper back to the old man.
“For a minute I thought about putting roasted swan on the menu.” He said jokingly. “After all, you really wanted to try it.”
Ksaveriy just laughed a bit.
“I was 15.” He said jokingly.
“But it was as if it was just yesterday. How time flies.” Boris said, as he took a deep breath.
Before Ksaveriy could leave, a servant approached him.
“Excuse me, your Highness, the Imperial Majesty has sent me. He wants to see you in his study."


Aleksandr was sitting in his study at his old machagony desk. His gray hair had almost completely fallen out by now.
The door opened suddenly, and his son stepped inside. The richly decorated room was suffocating for him.
“Ah. You're here.” He said, as he stood up from his seat. He slowly went to his son. “I would like to talk to you about your marriage.”
Ksaveriy looked at him.
“Sit down. This will be a long talk.” Ksaveriy took a seat. His father looked at him, and set down the seat next to him.
“So what do you want to talk about?”
“About your new bride, and what will happen after that. Do you still remember the things that I thought you?" He asked, as he poured a glass of vodka for himself. “You want some?”
Ksaveriy looked at the glass, then nodded.
The tsar poured another glass of vodka, and gave it to him.
“Good. You remember.” He said halfheartedly, as he took a sip from his glass. “I talked to Boris. The three-day-long celebrations will be shortened. Just so that you can consummate the marriage as soon as possible.”
Ksaveriy took a sip from his glass.
“You really want that grandson, huh?” He asked, as he looked at his glass.
“Yes. What else should matter here?” He took a sip, then continued. “You will get the throne after I die, and you need a son to inherit it after you are gone. You need a son.”
Ksaveriy took a big sip, as he listened to his father.
“A son who you could be proud of, like how I haved Peter, and you. A son is the child you can be proud of, unlike a dauther.” Aleksandr said drily, and looked at the vodka in his glass. He took a deep breath, then drank the few last sips. “Just look at Peter, and you. Peter was a great soldier, he was brave, strong, and smart. And look at you. You are almost as good as a soldier as he was, and you even made a deal with Baba Yaga. Now look at your sisters.”
The Tzar poured a glass of vodka. Ksaveriy just took a sip, and listened. He looked at the wall in front of him. There was a big portrait of Peter. And a smaller painting of him, right next to Peter’s portrait. One painting was dwarfing beside the other.
“Polyusha decided to live a commoner life, and left Russia. She moved to… Where did she move to again?”
“Australia. She moved to Australia.” Ksaveriy answers.
“Yes. Australia. She moved there, and we haven’t heard from her since.” He took a sip, then continued. “Then there is Anastasia. You know where she is right now?"
“In a hospital?”
“No. In rehab. I paid them extra to keep her locked up there for few days more.” He massaged his forehead, as he took another sip of vodka. “I even have to get someone to look after her during the celebration just to make sure that she does not get drunk or high, and fuck someone in a corner.”
Aleksandr took a gulp, then poured some more vodka for himself.
“Tatiana is a immature and childish. And Maria is bitter be…” He stopped himself, before he could finish the insult. He took a deep breath, and stared at his glass of vodka. Then he drank it on one go, and slammed the glass down onto the machagony table.
Ksaveriy put down his glass, after that. He took a deep breath.
Aleksandr leaned back in his chair, and looked at the painting of Peter on the wall.
“So the celebrations will be shorter, just so that I can sleep with her.” Ksaveriy broke the silence with this statement.
“Yes.” His father answered drily. Then he said. “If this helps you think of yourself as a… gardener, and her as the soil. Just plant it, and hope that you get what you need out of it.”
Ksaveriy got up, finished his drink, and put his glass down. He slowly got up.
“Thank you father for the advice, but I have to-”
“I ordered the courtesans not to accept your visit for the following days.” His father said drily. “Just to make sure that you sleep with her, and have a better chance at impregnating her. So don’t even try.”


The sun was shining bright.
The old queen was sitting in the parlour. Her long black dress covered everything from her shoulder, to her ankles.
The door opened and her soon-to-be-departing daughter Ennike walked in.
“Ennike. Please sit down. I would like to have a mother-daughter talk with you.” Ennike took a deep breath, and sat down next to her mother.
She looked at the albino woman, and smiled. She took a deep breath, then started.
“You will get married tomorrow.” She gently held Ennike’s hand, searching for the words. “Today you will depart, and by tomorrow you will be in Russia. I know that… this will be hard for you. Trust me, this was hard for me as well.”
Ennike looked at her. She knows this. Her mother was not Prussian. She was Danish. But unlike her, her mother at least got a proxy wedding. She got to have a ball with her family and friends on her last day in Copenhagen, but Ennike will not even get that.
“I know mother.” She said.
“Good.” She said, then she took a deep breath. She nodded, and continued. “But I still have to prepare you for what you have to do.”
“Mother…”
“Silence now Ennike, please listen.” She looked at her daughter’s red silk dress. It covered her shoulders, but not her arms. But it did cover her legs. “This is important. You will have to give birth to a son, as soon as possible.”
Ennike looked at her mother. She knows this.
"A few family heirlooms were prepared for you to wear at the wedding."
Ennike nodded.
"Now about the wedding night." She said. "It's better for your own good if you just do it. Just lay down, and accept whatever he will do. It will be painful, but easier for you. It's not worth struggling."
"Yes mother."
“They will probably send someone to prepare you for the wedding, and for your life in the Winter Palace. Please listen to them and don’t complain, or talk back.” Her mother said, then she got up. “It’s really a shame that this wedding had to be made in a hurry, and you couldn’t have a proxy wedding.”
Ennike got up as well, and hugged her mother. She quickly hugged her back, trying to hold back her tears.
“I will miss you mother.”
“I will miss you too, Ladybug.”


The car ride to the Polish border was fast.
Juliette and Valeria, alongside Mimi, were allowed to accompany her.
Slowly, the meeting point came into view.
A building in the woods that looked to be built in an hour, on the road. Right before the border.
“Your Royal Highness, we have arrived.” The driver said, as he stopped the car. He quickly got out to open the car door for the princess and her two friends.
Ennike took a deep breath, and with her cat in her arms, she got out of the car.
The fresh air of the woods made her feel a bit better.
She went towards the building with her friends by her side, as an old woman dressed in an expensive blue dress came out of the building.
“Ennike princess of Hohenzollern?” The old woman asked, with a thick Russian accent as she looked at the albino.
“Yes.” Ennike answered.
The old woman looked her up and down. After that, she bowed a bit, and reached out a hand.
“Countess Irya Grigoryevna Smirnov.” She introduced herself, as Ennike shook her hand. “I was sent to accompany you on your journey to Russia, and to teach you anything you need to know.”
Irya glared at Juliette and Valeria. The two took a step back, resulting in Irya nodding, and looking at Ennike.
“You have to leave everything behind, including…” She grabbed Mimi, and took her out of Ennike’s arms.
“Mimi!” Ennike reached out for her cat, but Irya quickly gave it to a maid.
“You can have as many Russian cats as you like.” Irya said gently to the princess, as the maid went to Valeria and gave Mimi to her.
Ennike looked back at her friends and cat. She waved a last goodbye, and went into the building with the countess.
The space was suffocating inside the building. Small, and not well lit. A car parked in the middle of the room.
“Please take off your clothes, your highness.” The countess asked Ennike.
Ennike looked around. Only her, the countess, and a few maids were there. She slowly opened her dress, and peeled it off. As the dress fell onto the floor, she stepped out of it, and a maid quickly took the dress up from the ground.
She was standing there in her lingerie, sheer stockings, and shoes.
“Please, take off everything.” Irya said, as she looked at Ennike, she added. “You will be taken to Russia, without clothes.”
Ennike looked at her, and slowly started to take off her remaining clothing items.
“When you arrive, you will be given new clothes. To represent you leaving Prussia and your family behind, and becoming part of the House of Romanov.” She explained, as Ennike took off her shoes, stockings, and lingerie at last.
Ennike stood there, naked. The countess looked her up, and down.
“Nice long hair, clear skin, clean and undamaged nails. Good.“ Irya commented, as she touched her hair. “Skinny, the waist is skinny enough, but the hips could be wider. The breasts could be bigger. But good over all.”
Ennike looked down at her own body. She wanted to say something, but stopped herself.
“Don’t take these in the wrong way. These are just my observetions.” The countess said, as a maid opened the car’s door for them. 

End of chapter 2
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I tried not to rush the screens with this one. But I don't know how good it ended up. But I feel like I am starting to get a grip on my writing.
I decided to fuse chapter 2 and 3 together, because chapter 3 would have been too short. Luckily, I have more ideas for the next chapter.
Please feel free to comment on anything that I could improve on.
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