Sugar Queen

by KicaCris

A year after Ralph's game jumping adventure, Litwak decides that it's time to revamp the arcade and upgrades several of his most popular games. The Core Four seems to be adjusting well to the changes in their lives, until Vanellope's (new) older sister and queen of Sugar Rush 2 introduces herself as the game's new Bad Guy. Will she mean trouble? (Ralph/OC)

18. The perfect pie recipe

KicaCris: And after almost two months, WE'RE BACK AGAIN LADIES AND GENTS!

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Original Story by GND-KicaCris

Co-written and edited by The Phantom Soldier

"Wreck-it Ralph" © Disney

Chapter 17: The perfect pie recipe

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Ralph managed to remember the way to the kitchen easily. He passed through the tall two doors and helped the dark queen to stand on her feet again. She smoothed her black dress a bit and looked up at him. "So, apple pie then? Or do you wish to try another flavor?" she asked him sweetly with a half smirk on her lips as she walked towards the tall silver cupboard to retrieve the ingredients and the utensils.

"Other flavors?" Ralph asked curiously. Although he greatly loved her apple pie, he wondered what else she had to offer in terms of pies. 'Though there is another kind of pie...' Ralph shut that thought down even though his bad-guy programming was getting the better of him.

She giggled at him, finding his curiosity cute. "Doesn't that 'Mary' of your game make different kinds of pies? I only make fruit flavored ones of course since we don't eat anything with sugar around here," she said as she opened a few of the lower cabinets and retrieved some bowls and other utensils. She put them on the table and returned to looking through the upper cabinets but stopped. She glanced side ways, looking for something to stand up on.

"Where did Lola hide that crummy stool?" She asked out loud with an annoyed frown and her hands on her wide hips.

Momentarily forgetting the question, Ralph, surprising even himself, snuck up behind her and gently lifted her up by her hips so that she was eye-level with the cabinet. "Who needs a stool when ya got me around, your majesty?" he asked with a smirk.

She yelped but grinned widely. "Oh my, why you're always so convenient dear!" she said, winking at him, enjoying the warm feeling of his hands around her hips. "Let's see what we got here." She opened a few doors and saw the many different types of fruits that were overflowing the cabinets. She blinked and her brows furrowed in a straight line.

"Seems that my racers got a little bit carried away during their last 'harvest'," she mentioned sarcastically. She noticed in delight that a large batch of red cherries was taking up a lot of space. "What do you think about cherries, Ralphie?"

'I swear she can read my mind.' He fought down a blush threatening to rise up to his cheeks. The feel of her in his hands and the material of her dress were wonderful. He knew that it had only been a day, but it felt like he hadn't held her for ages. "Cherries are more than fine, queenie. But did you just say that the Sour Racers harvest them?"

She picked two large containers with beautiful glistering red cherries and then glanced down at him with a wary smile. 'I don't think he's going to like this, but oh well,' she thought before speaking.

"Weeeeeeell..." she started while picking up a cherry and lowering it a bit to his nose level "…they don't exactly harvest them...you know them, the only thing they're good at is racing, creating havoc and music...so they kinda...steal it?" she batted her eyelashes innocently with a mischievous smirk.

A slight wave of ire rose up in Ralph's mind, but he forced it down. 'Let's see what she has to say. I am NOT making the same mistake twice in two days.' He gently lowered her down to the floor and locked his eyes with hers. "Well, while I agree with your summary of their 'talents', where exactly do they steal them from? I've never noticed any fruit fields here in Sugar Rush. Knowing your sister, she'd have started chucking fruit at me the minute she found out about them if there were."

She pouted and brought the cherry up to him again. "Uhmm...other games? Maybe?"

Ralph eyed her suspiciously as a thought occurred to him. "Y'know... these look an awful lot like the cherries that come from PacMan..." A wry smile began tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Really? What a weird coincidence!" she grinned knowingly, avoiding his accusatory eyes. Seeing that he was not taking a bite, she lowered the cherry and put it in her mouth. "Mmmm…these are really good though."

"Uh huh." Ralph still looked skeptical, but he picked up one of the cherries and took a huge bite out of it, savoring its sweet and juicy flavor. "I shink a sherry pie wouldsh be perfesh." He said around his snack.

She smiled but she then she heard a light knock on the door.

They both glanced back and noticed six well-known heads poking out with pleading eyes. "Boss?" Warhead asked slowly.

She glared at them, not liking being interrupted by them when she was with Ralph. "What is it now?" she barked in annoyance.

The Sour Racers exchanged doubtful looks with each other and Razz slapped Warhead's skull. "Ouch! Okay okay! Uhmmm…we were wondering if...if...you know...since we've 'behaved' so nicely the past few days...if...if you could...uhmm...-"

"Bake some pies for us too?! PLEASE" The twins completed in unison with big pleading eyes.

Chocolette frowned with a mocking smirk. "YOU have behaved well? What gave you that idea?" she asked them sarcastically.

Ralph silently watched the exchange, glancing back & forth between his queen and her loyal racers, wondering if he should say something. He decided to see what happened next before he made any kind of move.

"Hey! We did help you with that musical number, FLAWLESSLY!" Razz barked back with a little bit more bravery while Franknerd nodded fervently.

"And we brought all that fruit for you so you could feel better and bake pies of different flavors," Rocko admitted, earning glares from the other racers though Franknerd kept nodding.

"We were not supposed to tell her that silly!" Razz hit him on his head with a light punch.

"Oh and we prevented Wreck-It from seeing you all trans-" the twins started but were quickly silenced by Chocolette before they could say anything else.

"ALRIGHT! Alright! I get it! FINE! I'll bake something for you this time, you whining fools. Now get out of my kitchen!" She ordered and the Sour Racers grinned widely and disappeared behind the doors again, chatting and laughing mischievously.

Ralph couldn't fight the grin on his face. "So... they collected all that fruit just to help you feel better, eh? How sweet of them." He chuckled at their show of devotion and her look of annoyance. "Really Chocolette, I think that for all the work they put in, they do deserve a treat. Heck, I didn't know how pie tasted for thirty years. How can I deny fellow bad-guys its delicious taste, especially one made by you?"

She rolled her eyes with a frown. "Now you're on their side! They did steal that fruit remember? I'll bake them their pies just so I don't have to hear them complain," she told him, whirling around and putting all the ingredients and utensils on the cold silver counter, her exposed back facing him. "I'll make your pie first and then theirs."

Ralph let his eyes roam over her bare back, drinking in the sight of her flawless pale flesh as she got to work on her well made confections. He had to keep his mind distracted or his hands would start in on her. "Well, in all fairness, I used to steal cherries from PacMan whenever I attended the bad anon meetings, so I can't say I'm entirely innocent either." He rubbed the back of his head in awkward embarrassment, trying to keep his eyes from returning to her back and well-rounded buttocks.

She could feel his roaming eyes on her back, smiling mischievously. "Uhmmm…I do know you're not as good as you're always bragging about" she giggled with nostalgia, remembering their last and only 'fun night' while chopping, mixing and pouring the ingredients on a pie mold. "Give them a break dear, we can't eat anything non-sugary in Sugar Rush after all and I don't think you want me to get too skinny." She walked with a slow sway of her hips towards the oven, bending over to preheat it.

'She knows what you're thinking already, just give in and have some fun,' said the little voice of Ralph's bad-guy programming. In truth, he was beginning to agree. Keeping himself in check was beginning to exhaust him. 'Ah, what the Heck.' With a few steps forward, he gently glided a calloused finger down Chocolette's bare back, enjoying the silky soft feeling of it. He allowed his finger to travel all the way down to just above where her back met her bottom.

Sparks ran up and down her spine as she straightened herself up again, noticing his close proximity happily. The engines of her bad-guy program started to work again as an idea formed in her head. She giggled seductively and walked away from his playfully finger to retrieve the pie pan. "I hope you're not too hungry, this could take a while to bake," she said mischievously.

He checked his wrist for a watch that he knew was not there. "Well, I know I have work this morning, but I think I've got all the time in the world, Sugar Queen. But you just go ahead and bake that delicious cherry pie. I can be a 'good boy' and wait." He folded his massive arms over his chest and leaned against a counter top, waiting to see her response. He couldn't understand why, but Ralph felt twenty years younger, as if he were still a freshly commissioned bad-guy.

She walked past him towards the oven again. "Good," she said with a knowing smirk. She put the pie inside the oven and closed it. 'I better put an alarm to this thing...just in case,' she thought and did so. She whirled around and started to slowly walk towards him. "It should be ready in a few," she told him with predatory eyes.

His eyes matched hers, looking far more wolfish than usual and he knew it. Distantly in his mind, he could hear Felix warning him about turning evil, but he rebuffed this with the logic that he wasn't turning evil, he was just returning to bad. "So what to do for a few…What to do, what to do..." He tapped a finger to his chin, acting as though he was pondering the million-quarter question.

She snickered, now a few inches away from him. She could almost see the gears of his brain turning. "Oh I don't know, what do you suggest?" she noticed a little missed cherry on the counter, just behind him. She teasingly leaned a bit over him and reached to try to grab the cherry while he kept 'pretending' to come up with a plan.

As she leaned by him, a wicked thought ran through Ralph's mind. Gently moving his arm, he moved it behind her and gently flicked her curvy bottom with his fingers, suppressing a chuckle as she yelped and bolted upright, her hands flying to her bottom.

"Ralph!" She pretended to protest but her half smile betrayed her. The Dark Queen retrieved the cherry successfully and slapped him lightly on his chest in a scolding way. "That's not the way to treat a queen." She waved her index finger at him with the cherry hanging loosely under the rest of her fingers while she continued to lean on him. She brought the cherry to her lips to give it a bite.

"Is that so?" He wrapped an arm around her and slowly pulled her in closer to him, keeping his smirk and hungry eyes. "Then educate me, your highness. What is the proper way to treat the Dark Queen of Sugar Rush?"

Chocolette giggled again, letting herself melt in his strong form. Her focus staggered a bit upon feeling that familiar welcoming warmth of his body. "Well I'm not like those snobby princesses of other games, but I do like to be...pleased," she said and she playfully brushed her lips over the surface of the cherry while looking up at him. She sucked it and bit half of it, leaving the other half still hanging on her fingers.

"Chocolette, you'd scare those pitiful princesses straight back into their castles if they saw you. Besides, who needs a princess when I can have a Queen?" He grinned down at her, enjoying the show she was giving him. "They're nothing but little girls playing at being rulers. You." He paused and leaned down to whisper seductively into her ear. "You're a REAL woman."

She hummed a little sound of pleasure upon feeling his hot breath on her ear, feeling glitchy goose bumps on her skin. She bit her bottom lip and slowly stroked the side of her face with his. "See? You do know how to treat a queen," she said softly, raising the remaining half cherry to her lips.

"I'm learning, my queen," he breathed even more into her ear, feeling her body shiver in pleasure at his touch. If someone had told him a month ago that he'd have a queen swooning in his arms, he'd have told them they were crazy. But here he was, with his arms wrapped around the most beautiful woman in the arcade.

She made sure to have her mouth close to his ear now. "Very well my dear." Chocolette petted his head with her free hand. "Although I have to admit that I've not behaved the most nicely recently. I hope the pie makes it up to you, though." She playfully teased him as she licked and sucked the cherry softly in his ear.

He involuntarily groaned, the sound of her sucking on the cherry sending shivers across his body. "Behaved? Nicely? That doesn't sound like the Sugar Queen I know. Not that I really mind." He pulled her a little closer, rubbing his hands across her bare back, his scratched and calloused hands a study in contrast to her silky smooth alabaster skin.

She smiled widely at his soft groan. 'Oh how I missed this,' she mentally admitted as she swallowed the cherry and discards its short stalk. More sparks of electricity ran over her skin and her vision started to get blurry as his caress intensified. She then brushed her lips against that sweet spot on his neck. "Some people may say I'm evil and heartless...and I did make you angry yesterday," she admitted, though her lips never left his neck.

"I let myself get angry," he said as he gently nibbled along her neckline, enjoying her naturally sweet flavor. "And I wouldn't say evil and heartless... On the contrary, I'd say you're wicked and passionate." His fingers began moving in little circles all over her back, massaging her in a loving manner.

Now it was her turn to groan a bit against his neck, feeling her legs get wobbly. She started to leave butterfly kisses on his neck with one or two flicks of her tongue in between. "Yeah, that's what it says in my character description," she joked with her hands melting on his shoulders, slowly stroking down towards his powerful arms. She could feel her code aching with need, even if it had only been a day without him.

"Which one?" He asked, keeping his line of kisses along her neck. "The evil & heartless or the wicked & passionate?" He could feel his own coding pressing him to progress further, but he was fighting it. 'After all, she is a lady and deserved a bed, not a kitchen counter.' Some part of his mind called that claim dubious, but he was far more focused on his current activities to really care.

Contrary to Ralph, she didn't seem to hear the more 'rational' part of her mind, with her kissing now at his jaw line. "...Wicked...and passionate..." she huskily said with more wet kisses. She took his arms and guided his hands a bit lower on her back.

He couldn't resist as she guided his hand lower to cup her backside, allowing himself a little squeeze or two. 'Control yourself, Wrecker. Have to...keep...fighting.' But his resolve was beginning to wear down as the smell of the pie was becoming more noticeable.

The alarm of the oven suddenly ran off just when Chocolette finally crushed her lips with his in want.

Ralph heard it too, but he didn't seem to care as he kissed her back with just as much need and ferocity.

The alarm kept ringing annoyingly and Chocolette wondered if they'd get too hot before the pie did. "I better...get that pie..." she said in between kisses but her body was not responding to her commands, desperately wrapping her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss while his hands held firmly on her buttocks.

Before either of them really committed to getting to the pie, the doors to the kitchen opened up and Bonbon Lola strode in. "My queen, the oven's alarm is- OH MON DIEU!" Lola got an eyeful of Queen Chocolette and Sir Wreck-It heavily snogging against the counter, with Sir Wreck-It's sizable hand taking a handful of the Queen's sizable backside. The sight had left the majordomo momentarily speechless.

Chocolette and Ralph both snapped out of their love trance with a gasp and matching red faces. Because of the shock, Ralph lost his balance and fell to the floor with Chocolette on him.

"Ouch!" Chocolette complained while shaking her head.

"Your majesty!" Lola scolded severely. "In ze kitchen?! REALLY?!" She shouted at her in outrage.

Ralph rubbed the back of his head, though happy that Chocolette landed on top of him. But now he was slightly worried about the verbal lashing he was about to receive from the pink candy. "Uhm... we can explain? I was uhm... I was oh..." He looked to Chocolette with a face that said 'Help me out here.'

Chocolette looked at him big frantic eyes and then looked back at her loyal servant. "I...we...uhmm," she stuttered to answer and then remembered the oven. "Oh jawbreakers!" she said and quickly stumbled towards the oven, shutting off the alarm and turning off the oven before it was too late.

She sighed in relief as she turned over her shoulder to look at Lola with a wary grin. "Everything is fine! The pie is safe! Phew!" she said as the tiny pink candy tapped her little foot.

Ralph picked himself up and straightened himself out. While he was happy that Chocolette had saved the pie, he was only ably to barely look over at Lola before he decided to take an interest in the kitchen floor, unable to meet her smoldering gaze. Not even Calhoun's glare could match the level of fire that was coming out of Lola's eyes.

Lola sighed warily. Truth be told, she was really happy for her queen to finally have someone to be happy with regardless of any other dark interest she could have with him.

So far, Sir Wreck-It had proven to be a gentle, polite and much nicer villain, but this new side of him was outrageous! Just because the queen liked him very much didn't mean that she was going to accept them getting 'frisky' in the kitchen or in any other public place.

"I'm so disappointed in you two! What would have had happened if ze ozer racers had come in here and found you in zat...zat...zat state! I didn't raise your majesty like zat!" The pink majordomo scolded them.

Chocolette didn't know what to say for the first time since they had gotten plugged in. She just blinked at the pink candy servant and looked away with an annoyed frown. Lola exhaled and decided to leave them alone with a warning.

"S'il vous plait, get your senses togezer and look for a more private place next time. My lady." She bowed respectfully and with that she whirled around and left the kitchen.

'Well," Ralph said, finally finding his voice again. "That was. . . pleasant." Still, he slowly moved his hand over in order to grasp Chocolette's hand in his.

Chocolette looked at him with a sheepish grin, wrapping her hand around one of his fingers. "Yeah, it was," she admitted bashfully with a light giggle. "I guess, we were kinda asking for it." She giggled while nervously curling a loose white lock around her finger.

"So...how about that pie?" He asked sheepishly.

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"Bon appetite dear!" she smirked teasingly at him while taking a little piece of the recently baked pie and blew over it before giving it a taste. They were, once again, seated at the royal dinner table of Black Cola Castle. Though in this case it was serving as the breakfast table.

Rather than his usual method of trying to eat the pie with his hands, Ralph tried to pick up one of the forks, but found that he had a bit of difficulty accomplishing that with his large fingers and the attempts were beginning to frustrate to him.

"Thank you Chocolette. It looks delicious," he growled in frustration at his inability to pick up a utensil.

The queen noticed his struggles with an arched eyebrow and giggled at him. "You know you don't have to have to act like a gentleman while being with me, but let me give you a hand with that dear," she said as she cut a piece for him and held it out for him to munch on. "I'll see if I can make bigger utensils for you." She flashed him a reassuring yet sexy smirk.

A day or two ago, such a taunt might have annoyed Ralph, but now he accepted the offered piece graciously and wolfed it down, savoring the delicious taste of the pie she baked expressly for him.

As he munched on it, he reflected on how Chocolette had become jealous of her sister trying to take him away. 'Maybe I should try and move Vanellope's hopes along. I just hope Chocolette won't get mad at me.'

Wiping his mouth with his forearm, he offered his queen a smile before venturing ahead. "Uhm, Chocolette?"

She looked up at him just as she took another bite of her piece. "Uhmmm?" she noticed him looking a bit nervous.

He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself and choosing his words carefully. "I was wondering something. Would it really be so bad for you to get to know your little sister a bit better? I mean, I know you two have a 'history' together already, but that's just backstory. If I've learned anything, backstory shouldn't control how you interact with other characters in a game."

She blinked silently at him and then looked away with a frown, looking a bit upset but thoughtful. "Uhmmm," she mumbled again with the fork on her mouth. Part of her wanted to snap at him with a big 'NO', but she didn't want to start another fight and be completely alone again.

On the other hand...maybe if she could spend some time with her annoying brat of a sister...it could be a golden opportunity for her to play her cards and show to the Sugar citizens that she wasn't as 'evil' as they believed her to be, marking the beginning of her return to the Sugar Rush Castle again and being acknowledged as the kingdom's rightful ruler... All without the necessity of unlocking her backstory...yes...this could be her chance...

Ralph pressed on. "Chocolette, I don't want to force you into this, and I don't plan to try. I just want you to give it some thought. Your sister is no threat to you. She's a happy-go-lucky kid who just wants to know her older sister better. But know this."

He tentatively reached a hand over to grasp her hand. "Whatever you choose, I'll still be right here with you."

She made a face and pretended to be deep in thought for a long minute and then looked back at him with a bored expression. "Alright sweetie...I'll do it...just because you asked it nicely," she half smiled and resumed eating her piece of pie.

Ralph looked up with a bright glimmer of hope in his eyes, and without thinking, he stood up and scooped Chocolette up in a massive hug and spun around with her in his arms, happy as can be. "Ya really mean it? Aw Chocolette, I can't tell you how happy this makes me." He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh, happy to have made some progress.

Chocolette yelped in surprise as she definitely was not expecting him to react so eagerly and happily to her answer. An unknown wave of guilt washed over her as she felt remorse for the very first time for secretly plotting without him knowing it. She tried to push the guilt back to the back of her head, convincing herself that she was not truly hurting no one but just trying to take back what rightfully belonged to her.

She looked up at him after his twirling stopped and smirked in mock annoyance at him. "Yeah, yeah, don't get used to it. I'll give the brat a chance alright; just don't get your hopes up, okay? We're not supposed to like each other anyways," she explained to him with an annoyed pout, returning to her normal self again.

An idea then popped into her mind as she remembered the first time she met her sister. "How about we take her to some driving lessons? I could teach her one or two tricks...not my best tricks of course," she said stubbornly.

"I'm sure she'll love that," Ralph said, nearly beside himself with happiness. What better way for two racer sisters to bond than by racing? He had a good feeling about this and he knew that he just had to be there when this happened. But for the moment, he just couldn't stop hugging his beautiful Chocolette.

"We'll give it a shot on Monday, but in the meantime," he grinned darkly and snuck a hand to her lower back. "The arcade won't open tomorrow so…" he swiftly pressed her against him, making her giggle in delight. "…I think we have plenty of time for a proper 'make up'."

Chocolette cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "As much as I love the idea…" she very reluctantly pushed herself off of him with an annoyed low groan, "…the game day is about to start." She chuckled in amusement at his crestfallen expression. "I could take my time with you of course, but I don't think your handyman will appreciate you arriving late to your game yet again." She crossed her arms over her chest, her decision final.

Ralph blinked at her. "Oh right! The game day! Aw man!" he said as he pressed his palm to his forehead. "I completely forgot about it! What time is it?" He looked at the nearest stained glass window to check on Sugar Rush's screen.

"I believe the Arcade will open in about 5 minutes, you should probably hurry." Smoke enveloped Chocolette and then it quickly disappeared, revealing the queen fully changed into her trademark racing suit.

"Right, right…" he turned to face her and looked at his gloved hands in contemplation. "Should I…?" he chose his next words carefully. "Do you wanna…do something after?" he dared to ask.

The Queen narrowed her eyes at him and smiled mischievously. "I certainly do!" she cheered, pressing a hand to her rounded hip. "And I do want a proper apology from you."

Ralph eyed her hungrily, wondering what devious plan she had up her sleeves this time. But he decided to play along, bending to one knee before the devious monarch. "And what would my queen have me do?" he asked, a slight chuckle hiding behind his words.

"Uhmmm," the queen pouted and tapped her chin in thought for a minute. Then, her eyes went wide with an idea and her grin almost split her pretty face. "You know what?" she bit her bottom lip, trying to contain herself. "There is another kind of pie I would like you to try...from a very special recipe of mine."

For a moment, Ralph looked confused. "A-Another pie?" he stammered, not quite sure where she was going with this. Her face still had that devilish smirk, so he waited to see what she had in mind.

She giggled and ruffled his hair. "Yes another pie!" she laughed. "It's a...variant of the cherry pie you just ate but this one..." She grabbed him by his shirt's collar "…requires another ingredient and sadly I don't happen to have it in the castle right now." She faked a cute pout.

Ralph was still slightly confused. 'Another cherry pie? But why would she...ohhhhhh.' His mind lit up like a Christmas tree as he figured out what she was implying. "I see...And what special ingredient would her highness have me fetch?" His grin started to match hers in sheer perversity.

She wrinkled her nose and then whispered, "Whipped cream...lots of whipped cream." Her coquettish giggles echoed throughout the dining hall.

Ralph stifled his own chuckles, pressing a knuckle to his lips. "Whipped cream, my dear Queen?" he asked. When Chocolette nodded her head, making her ponytail bob up and down, he couldn't help but laugh. "As my queen commands." He bowed even lower at that.

"Oh but this plan won't be an easy task, my evil knight," she said, pinching his nose coyly. "You'll have to go to my sister's castle and ask for it." Her eyes lit up in that deviously evil way she was so good at.

Ralph gulped audibly, feeling his excitement suddenly ebb away. He hadn't counted on having to encounter Vanellope again. And he knew that if he went there after work, she wasn't going to let him go any easier than Chocolette was. He could see the mischievous glint in the queen's eyes, telling him she knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Don't worry my fair knight," she said, inching closer to his face and nuzzling his nose. "If you succeed in this task, you'll be rewarded greatly by the queen herself." Her lopsided smug grin was terrifyingly beautiful.

Ralph let his lips scrunch up for a moment, his mind deep in thought. 'I know this is gonna be hard, but I intend to show her just how much I want to make this up to her,' he thought. Giving the queen another smile, he lifted his head and let his smile become a smirk. "If pleasing my queen requires me to traverse the layer of the dread hyper sugar princess, then so be it."

She arched both her eyebrows and smirked defiantly. "Then your queen will wait patiently for your return," she said with a giggle, straightening herself up and turning on her heels. "You better go now before Fix-It gets another heart attack." She strode away with wide swings of her hips, her final tease before the game day.

'Damn her for being so sexy,' he thought. Still, he couldn't help himself. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Ralph smiled and began whistling an odd tune he never remembered ever hearing as he strode out of the palace, not caring if Felix got all wound up again. He had a date with his queen, and that made the whole day better.

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The game day came and went. Chocolette returned to her spot as Sugar Rush's ruling villainess with a renewed deathly enthusiasm, much to the Sugar Racers' misery. She made sure to punish them severely after their treatment and the Sour Racers happily obliged to their monarch's orders. Vanellope was beyond herself for having her sister back on the track and didn't even care much of defending her co-racers as she felt they deserved the queen's punishment at least for today.

With the last race already over, the young candy president was happily parking her colorful kart in her garage when a thunderous knock on the palace door raised Vanellope's spirits even higher as she glitched through the palace once again, arriving at the doors and throwing them open. And this time, there stood Wreck-It Ralph, rubbing his neck in all of his awkward glory.

"Uhmm...hiya kid," he said, sounding genuinely repentant.

The little candy president wanted to jump up to hug him but first things first. She crossed her arms and frowned up at him. "Did you do it?" she asked impatiently.

For a brief second, Ralph looked away, refusing to meet his best friend's eyes while trying to keep a lopsided grin from showing on his face.

Vanellope cocked an eyebrow at him and frowned ever deeper. "RALPH!"

For a moment, Ralph considered letting her in on the joke, but he reigned it in. 'Chocolette's sense of humor must be rubbin' off on me,' he thought amusedly.

"GUARDS!" Vanellope suddenly yelled, not wanting to put up with his Bad-Guy humor.

"Alright, alright, keep yer skirt on," he chided, looking down at her with an amused grin.

Vanellope pressed her fists on her hips. "WELL?!" She growled annoyed.

"I apologized to her and she's mostly forgiven me," he said, beaming proudly.

"YAY! I KNEW IT!" the younger Von Schweetz cheered and glitched to appear hanging by his neck in a strange kind of hug. "I knew you guys weren't breaking up! Wait until Taffyta hears it! She owns me ten chocolate coins now!"

Ralph laughed at that, happy to know he'd given his friend a winning bet. "Yeah, well, I'm not out of the woods yet kid," he said. "And I'm sorry to you too."

Vanellope glitched again and reappeared sitting on his head. "Bah, I know you and your baby tantrums already so I was 1000% sure you were going to beg for forgiveness in no time, and since I'm such a merciful princess of course I was going to forgive my numbskull best friend," she joked, pinching his cheek in mockery. "But what do you mean you're not out of the woods yet?"

Ralph endured her playful teasing and pinching, letting her get it out of her system. "Well, your sister has sent me on a little quest you see," he began slowly, suddenly remembering just what he was going to fetch and what it was going to be used for.

"Ooooooh a quest?" her wide teasing grin couldn't be larger. "What kind of quest? Since when do Bad-Guys do quests?" She snickered and supported her elbows on his head. "Are you going to slay a dragon in her name?"

Ralph kept his cool despite her mockery, taking his grin up another notch. "Bad-guys take quests starting today, since your sister named me her personal knight," he joked, though still half serious.

"Yeah, yeah," Vanellope said, waving her hand dismissively, knowing it would annoy him.

Ralph finally got to the other reason behind his visit and so he looked down at the young candy president. "Vanellope? Do you know where I can get some whipped cream?" he questioned her casually.

Vanellope blinked up curiously at him. "We have some here in the castle, collected daily from the Whipped Cream pits, stinkbrain! Gah-doi! But what do you need Whipped Cream for?"

The wrecker looked away with a subtle blush in his face. He began to look around the castle's pink walls absently. "Your sister wanted me to get some for her. She said she has a special dessert she wants me to try," he explained vaguely to her.

That only made her curiosity grow. "What kind of dessert?" she smiled excitedly at him. He should have known before hand, after all there was no kind of sweet she wouldn't be interested in.

Ralph began to sweat. "Uhm...It's a special kind of pie…" he explained vaguely, avoiding her eyes at all costs.

"Uh huh... And what flavor would this special pie be?" she batted her eyelashes mockingly. If there was something Vanellope was very interested in knowing, it was anything related to sweets and/or desserts in general and racing.

Ralph desperately wished to be anywhere and doing anything besides having this conversation. "Uhm...Cherry?" he said, begging for her innocence to remain intact.

"Did somebody say pie?"

Ralph and Vanellope suddenly turned around and saw Felix and Calhoun walking inside the throne room with Sour Bill behind them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fix-It are here, ma'am," the small green majordomo announced before walking over to sit by the throne.

Ralph smiled sheepishly at his friends, still not quite over how he had acted yesterday. "Uhm…hi guys," he said. "What uh, brings you guys here?"

Felix smiled brightly, glad to see his friend back to normal. "Well, we came here to check on Vannie after yesterday," he said cheerfully.

"I'm doing better than great!" Vanellope shouted. "Ralph made up with my sister!"

The Fix-Its looked to Ralph, who simply offered them a smile that seemed to say, 'It's true.'

"Well that's great news Ralph," Felix said, smiling even wider. "But what's this I heard about pie?"

Before Ralph could play off that topic, Vanellope jumped ahead. "Yeah! Ralph says that after he begged Chocolette for forgiveness this morning-"

"I didn't beg," Ralph grumbled.

Vanellope simply ignored his interjection and continued on. "...she said she'd completely forgive him if he went and got some whipped cream to put on her cherry pie before he ate it, which makes no sense to me. How come he's the only one who gets to eat her cherry pie, huh?"

Felix and Calhoun's thoughts ground to a halt, glancing at each other and then looking at Ralph who shifted on his feet uncomfortably, scratching his head in embarrassment. Calhoun quickly put the pieces together. "A pie she said eh?" she grinned mockingly.

"I know that tone Ms. Tammy Jean," Felix said, his tone sounding slightly worried. "What kinda humor has seized hold of you about pie?"

Calhoun bent down on her armor plated knee and cupped her hand to whisper into Felix's ear. When she pulled away, Felix's eyes were wider than dinner plates and he it looked like he was developing a slight stutter.

"OH MY LAND RALPH!" he finally blurted out, a gloved hand pressed over his mouth. "How could you-? When did-? Who and the-?"

Calhoun ignored her husband's rambling as she grinned like a viper at Ralph, who was still shuffling awkwardly. "Getting your dessert so soon, Wrecker?" she asked, her tone dripping with barely contained mirth.

"I'm clearly missing a joke here," Vanellope commented dryly, planting a hand on her tiny hip as her gaze turned skeptical.

Ralph straightened himself up, refusing to let himself be cowed by Calhoun's friendly ribbing. "Maybe I am, what of it?" he retorted before looking down at Vanellope. "And I told you kid, it's nothing."

"RALPH!" Felix shouted again, his eyes still looking dazed with worry. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GENTLEMAN! YESTERDAY YOU WRECKED HALF OF BRICKLYN IN ANGER AND TODAY YOU'RE GOING TO EAT HER PIE?!" Felix immediately clasped both of his gloved hands over his mouth after he realized what he'd said.

A sudden snort drew everyone's attention to Calhoun, who for the first time any of them could clearly remember, was blushing as she covered her mouth with her armored gauntlet. The extra attention only made her snort once again, which soon turned into a slight giggle as she tried to contain it. But alas, the sergeant's resolve failed her as she threw her head back in a laughing cackle as she fell backwards and landed on the carpet with a muffled thud, holding her stomach as she laughed the hardest they'd ever seen her laugh, all thanks to her husband.

They were all stunned, their minds trying to comprehend the sight of Sgt. Calhoun rolling on the floor laughing. Vanellope seemed to digest the information first, looking between Ralph and Felix with a mildly annoyed expression. "I still don't get it," she huffed.

Felix placed his palm on his forehead, blushing brilliantly. "Honey don't laugh!" he said, attempting to chide his wife to little avail. "This is serious!"

The sergeant managed to ride her laughs out, still giggling as she wiped a comedic tear from her eye. "Oh, give him a break, handy man!" she chuckled, still holding her sides in mirth.

Before Ralph could try and defuse the situation, Vanellope interrupted once again. "Okay, how does Ralph getting whipped cream to eat with my sister's cherry pie make him not a gentleman?" she asked, confusion still gripping her.

Calhoun was sent right back into hysterics by the sugar princess's naivety, falling on her back and howling with laughter as Felix tried to regain control of everything.

"TAMMY!" he shouted, stomping his foot ineffectively.

Ralph pinched the bridge of his nose, torn between laughter and impatience. "Y'know what guys? I'm just gonna ask Sour Bill where these whipped cream pits are," he said before walking towards the green candy majordomo.

Vanellope, also having had enough of trying to understand the intricacies of why Ralph eating her sister's cherry pie was funny, was seized with an even more devious idea. Slowly, like a cat sneaking up on an unsuspecting mouse, she moved towards the laughing form of the sergeant. With an impish grin spreading across her cherubic features, she launched herself high into the air before divebombing right on path with Calhoun. "TICKLE ATTACK!" she shouted as her war cry.

Calhoun's eyes were open in an instant. "Oh don't you dare you little cavity," she growled as she tried to roll away from the incoming attack. But her reaction was a split-second too late as Vanellope landed on her and began tickling her, repeatedly glitching around her to evade the sergeant's grasp. Sent into further laughs, Calhoun could barely keep track of her lightning quick movements.

Felix looked like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "Vanellope, stop that- Honey, please focus- RALPH! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN!"

Ralph was walking away from Sour Bill, heading in the direction of the stairs that would take him to the castle's juice & soda cellar. He cast an amused grin over his shoulder as he kept marching forward. "We're the same age Felix," he replied snidely. "You can try and separate those two if you want, but I'm not keeping my Queen waiting!"

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Meanwhile, at Black Cola Castle...

The Sour Racers were standing outside the Queen's chamber doors, their ears pressed against the heavy wooden frame and their features a mixture of utter terror and bewildering confusion. For from within the room, they could hear the unmistakable sound of Queen Chocolette Von Schweetz genuinely laughing. Not evil laughing or laughing sarcastically. Just laughing like someone had just told her the funniest joke in the world.

"Should we ask?" Warhead whispered, wishing he could be anywhere but there.

Razz looked down at him, her own orange eyes betraying the fear she was feeling. "No way man," she squeaked, shaking her head furiously and sending her braid flying back and forth. "I can honestly say this is the scariest thing she's ever done. Period."

The other four racers nodded their heads in agreement. Still, all of them couldn't help but wonder what she had found so funny.

Inside of her chambers, Chocolette was giving Sergeant Calhoun a run for her money in the area of uproarious laughter, sitting in a high-backed chair, holding her trim stomach in breath stopping laughter and kicking her shapely legs wildly about. On the table in front of her was her candy crystal ball, which had just broadcast the entire debacle to her in all of its hilarity.

She tried to wipe a tear from her eye as she watched Ralph walk away towards the Whipped Cream pits. She felt an uncharacteristic amount of pride in her wrecker in that moment.

"THAT'S MY MAN!" she cheered before returning to laughing at the sight of her sister torturously tickling the blonde sergeant.

On the other side of the door, the Sours began slowly backing away from the Queen's chambers, all of them thinking that whatever it was that had Queen Chocolette laughing so hard, they were better off not knowing.

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As it turned out, the Whipped Cream pits were located just behind Sugar Rush castle, accessible through a door in the juice & soda cellar, where Ralph quickly appropriated two barrels with which to scoop up the cold whipped topping. After topping both barrels off, he loaded them onto his shoulder and made his way back into the castle. As he entered the throne room, he spied his friends all lying out on the floor, with Vanellope and Calhoun panting heavily from such vicious tickling, while Felix seemed to be trying to quell a headache.

"So what...were we...talking about...again?" Vanellope asked breathlessly, trying to remember how the whole thing started.

"Nothing," Felix gulped, hoping against hope that Vanellope had completely forgotten.

As Ralph passed by without a word, Calhoun pulled herself up into a sitting position, giving the bad-guy a wave and a lecherous smile as he passed. "Go get 'er Candy-Man!"

Vanellope's face brightened up as she remembered. "Oh yeah!" she said as she hopped up onto her feet in one move, cupping her tiny hands around her mouth. "HEY STINKBRAIN! I WANT TO EAT MY SISTER'S CHERRY PIE TOO!"

Felix blushed all over again while Calhoun began laughing again. "NO YOU DON'T VANELLOPE!" he snapped.

Ralph also froze in his tracks for a half second before a little white lie lit up in his mind. "Sorry kid," he called over his shoulder. "But bad-guys only."

Vanellope's lips puckered into an indignant pout. "Oh come freaking on! That excuse again?!"

Ralph just shrugged. "Sorry kid, but your sister calls the shots. I just follow 'em."

Calhoun managed to calm herself from her laughing fit before she grinned over at Felix. "I thought he said he wasn't going to let her wrap him around her little finger?" she sneered.

"Don't knock it 'til ya try it Sarge," Ralph quipped, apparently having heard her statement.

"Oh my LAND!" Felix cried, feeling that this whole scene would never be scrubbed from his mind.

Ralph just kept grinning, not even breaking his stride. "You guys can say what you want, but I'm getting my dessert tonight!" And with that, he pushed open the castle's doors and strode away, a slight spring in his step.

The three continued sitting there, trying to overcome all of the excitement. Felix recovered first, rubbing his face with his hand. "Jeepers...they're not even married yet," he mumbled.

His wife gave him a cheeky grin. "Aw come off it Handy Man," she chuckled. "They're bad-guys. They're a bit more...hands on than we are."

Vanellope's hearing had latched onto the key word 'married,' a grin forming on her face that threatened to split it in half. "Married?! Ralph's gonna marry my SISTER?! Does that mean he gets to be KING?!" The hyperactive princess began glitching all around the throne room in excited glee.

Felix tugged at the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling a little too warm. "Well uh," he said intelligently. "We don't know that yet Vanny." But within his mind, he was thinking, 'Ralph as king? Oh my..."

Calhoun cupped her chin in mock thought. "King Ralph," she mused. "That'll really make this place interesting."

"KING RALPH THE STINKBRAIN!" Vanellope cheered. "Kinda has a nice ring to it..."

Felix still felt unsure. "I still think this is all a little rushed."

Calhoun pulled him into a sort of headlock hug, a little rough, but still gentle and loving. "Relax Honeybunch, I'm sure this'll work out," she said reassuringly. "They're just flyin' hot & heavy. Plus, I think he's earned his fun. After all, YOU waited for me for thirty years, didn't you?

Felix half smirked at her, already used to her loving roughness. Now that he thought about, if it took it so long for himself to find his dynamite gal, even with him being a good-guy, he couldn't imagine how hard it must have been for Ralph to be completely alone for so long. Bad-guys didn't tend to have happy endings. "You might be right honey-apple...I hope things turn out fine for them.

"I still want to know what's so special about Chocolette's cherry pie and why it needs whipped cream," Vanellope asked innocently.

Calhoun held her head in her hands as she laughed. "This is never going to get old," she giggled.

Felix shook his head in defeat. "Oh Tammy," he sighed before looking down at Vanellope. "Please Vanellope, just forget about it. Pretty please?"

Vanellope huffed adorably as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Whatever," she pouted. "Probably just some stupid adult joke anyway."

"That's right pipsqueak," Calhoun confirmed, "just a stupid joke for adults."

Felix sighed in relief, glad that the subject had finally been dropped. "Well, since it looks like Ralph is going to be with the Queen all night and since tomorrow's Sunday, how about you spend the night with us Vanny?" Felix asked invitingly.

Vanellope's dismayed eyes suddenly lit up like Christmas lights. "Can we have pancakes tomorrow?" she pleaded. "Pretty pretty PRETTY please?"

Felix smiled in return. "If the president demands my famous homemade pancakes then it's pancakes we will have!"

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THE FOLLOWING PART IS HIGHLY MATURE CONTENTED AND MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER 18 YEARS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK; IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ABOUT MATURE SITUATIONS, PLEASE RESUME YOUR READING IN CHAPTER 18.

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Ralph returned to Black Cola Castle at a fair clip, still trying to blot the memory of what was possibly one of the most awkward moments in his life out of his memory. 'Damn Felix and his prying... I should've just asked Bill first and been done with it.'

Just as he reached the doors to the castle, the tiny pink majordomo opened them, almost as if on cue. "Bon soir Mssr. Wreck-It!" she greeted cheerfully. "Have you come to visit ze queen?" Her smile was replaced with a curious gaze when she noticed the barrels riding on his shoulder.

"Good evening, uhm, Mam-whah-zelle Lola," Ralph greeted, still not getting French down comfortably yet. "I have come to visit my- I mean, THE Queen!" He hefted one barrel up to his shoulder while the other rested under his arm. "Lola, is there a refrigerated room or something where I can put these?"

Lola cocked an eyebrow suspiciously as she caught what Ralph had nearly said. "Uh...oui Sir Wreck-It, zere is a larder next to ze kitchen where you can put zose...may I ask you what zose barrels contain?" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion

Being back in the presence of such an imposing bad-guy haven had boosted Ralph's bad-guy programming, thus keeping him from feeling any embarrassment about being asked about the contents of the barrels and their purpose. "Whipped cream straight from the pits themselves Lola! Queen Chocolette sent me to fetch some because she wanted it for our dessert tonight." He beamed proudly, almost managing an innocent look. He hadn't lied so much as withheld what exactly that dessert would be...

Lola giggled and waved a tiny hand dismissively. "Oh Sir Wreck-It, but zat is too much! Whatever could you need it…Oh…" Lola blinked, her eyes going wide in realization. If it wasn't because her body was entirely made of pink sugar free candy, Ralph would have seen her blush madly. "Mais...mais Chocolette...I mean ze queen..." Her babbling had an air of outrage behind it before she caught herself.

She cleared her throat, calming herself down and frowning deeply before opening the doors wide for him. "Well...I guess if la reine has ordered you so...please come in," she said to him with a scolding frown.

Ralph may not have been the smartest guy in the arcade, but he had a feeling that Lola had worked out exactly what kind of dessert he and the Queen had in mind, and it managed to put a dent in his bad-guy code's armor, forcing a blush to his cheeks. Still, he felt it better to remain silent, because he knew that with his luck, he would only make things worse if he spoke beyond the simple, "Thank you," he uttered to Lola as he lumbered into the castle.

"Ralph..." Lola called after him from the door, strangely using his name in such an informal way and with a threatening tone lurking just beneath the surface.

Her tone froze Ralph in his tracks. It was a fear he was unaccustomed to, something that reached down to the very foundations of his code and something he couldn't rationalize nor fight no matter how hard he tried. Slowly, he turned around to look into Lola's eyes. What he saw there only enhanced the trepidation he felt. "Y-yes Lola?" He tried to muster as much confidence as he could, but it wasn't much.

Lola narrowed her eyes, the shadows of the doors looming over her made her look even more terrifying. "Je vois tout, Mssr. Wreck-It," she said, signaling her eyes and then himself. "Je vois tout."

When she saw him gulp nervously, she was certain he had gotten the message. She smiled triumphantly as she straightened herself up with a hand at her back, bowing and smirking at him. "Don't mess this up, Sir Wreck-It," she advised him softly. She then closed the doors and walked away down a different corridor, humming a French tune.

Ralph finally regained his confidence, shaking himself from the spell of fear Lola had somehow woven around him. 'What was that all about? She already caught us in the kitchen earlier. It's not like any of this is news to her.' Ralph grumbled in his mind, making his way to the refrigerated room adjacent to the kitchen. Stepping in, the cool air greeted Ralph, refreshing his heated body and allowing him to clear his mind with icy clarity as he set the barrels down and breathed deep the chill of the room.

Ralph left the larder and marched his way towards Chocolette's private wing, with his hands in his pockets and whistling happily to meet 'his queen'. He was already looking forward to perhaps spending the night again in the castle if Chocolette didn't mind. Felix wouldn't be happy about it, but tomorrow was Sunday which meant they had the day off.

Just when he entered the long hall that lead to the Queen's chambers, a familiar voice broke Ralph from his happy trance. "Yo Wreck-It mah man! What up dog?" he heard Warhead's voice but saw nobody.

"Over here, big guy!" came Razz's voice this time, coming up from above him. Ralph looked up and saw both Sour Racers lying lazily over the big chandeliers hung from the ceiling, smiling down at him.

'Apparently making up with Chocolette has gotten me off the hook with them too,' he thought happily, glad to be back in their good graces again.

"Oh hey guys...Uhm...What's up?" The moment the question left his lips, Ralph felt like a fool, knowing that he just asked the obvious question given their position above him.

"Got your head hit too hard today dog?" Warhead joked and Razz slapped him on his shoulder in a scolding manner, though she couldn't hide her mocking snigger either.

"He's the queen's boyfriend now you fool! Where your manners? Geez!" the Sour Racer leader reprimanded him. She looked down at Ralph again, though her lips still held a knowing, teasing smile. "The usual guarding, my man! And what about you?"

Ralph felt a little bit of ire rise up at the innuendo, but he let it fall because now he was dealing with people like Calhoun: ones who would joke about it, but not seem to nag him about the fact that his and the Queen's relationship had become much more physical. "Matter of fact, Warhead, I did." He smiled smugly, one corner of his lips curling upward in self satisfaction.

Warhead's eyes went wide and Razz started laughing loudly. "Ooooooooooooooooh!" she said with her hands on her eyes while Warhead looked completely unamused.

"Not cool dog, not cool! I thought we were bros now!" he complained while Razz wiped a laughing tear from her orange eyes.

"What?" Ralph said, trying to act innocent. "I was talking about landing on my skull from all of today's games. What were YOU talking about?" He took his grin up another notch, enjoying the feeling that he had at least one of the Sour Racers on his side.

Warhead peeked a green eye from his massive afro and smirked down at Ralph with his arms crossed. "Whatever you say, dog! You're the bad-guy who got the big medal after al!l" he nodded with a big grin and Razz rolled her eyes at the innuendo.

"Don't mind him, Wrecking guy!" she said with a cocked eyebrow.

Ralph let out a good-natured laugh, filling the corridor with his deep yet comforting resonance. "I've been there guys. When we get the chance, I'll take all you guys out to Tapper's and have him tell you guys about the time I thought I could play darts better with my shirt off!" Ralph grinned as the two Sour Racers let out howls of laughter that echoed throughout the corridor, the chandeliers they were occupying swaying to and fro, jingling and jangling from the merriment.

"You're killing me dog! You better keep your promise bro!" Warhead managed to say as he recovered from laughing so much and regained his balance on the chandelier. Razz shook her head and also held tight to the chandelier to make the swinging stop.

"Get out of here Wreck-It! You're sabotaging our super sharp vigilance! The queen is in her chambers already. And have fuuuuuuuuuun," she sang before laughing again.

"Yeah dog, but remember to watch yo head at all times," Warhead quipped, and then they both roared with laughs, crying and holding their stomachs in hysteria.

Even Ralph couldn't help but laugh at that one. As he continued his way down the corridor, he felt an odd sensation in his chest, one he hadn't felt since he first became friends with Vanellope, Felix and Calhoun: A sense of belonging. Giving one last look back at his Queen's henchmen, Wreck-It Ralph strode tall towards the door to Chocolette's chambers.

Closing the doors behind him, Ralph took a deep breath and let himself inhale the welcoming aroma of Chocolette's cozy royal bedroom. Opening his eyes, he suddenly blinked confusedly as he noticed the room completely empty.

'Where is she? She told me she'd be here.' Ralph looked around the room, noticing a small note lying on the spacious bed. Walking over to the bed, he carefully picked up the folded piece of paper and flipped it open. There, in elegant cursive writing were the words "Look behind you." Ralph did as the note instructed, and when he turned around, his breath caught in his throat.

"Welcome home dear," said the dark queen, as she was lying casually on the bathroom door's frame with one hand on her wide hip and the other on the frame. Her silky black robe was open, revealing a new set of fancy lacy purple bra with a matching cheeky panty. "Did you get my charge?"

A day or two ago, Ralph's jaw would have dropped at the sight. But now he offered her a lustful smirk, looking her up and down approvingly. 'She really knows how to welcome a guy home,' he thought, the alarms that usually rang in his mind not even registering Black Cola Castle being referenced as home. "Of course my Queen. Two barrels of fresh whipped cream straight from the pits chilling in the larder. And let me say, you look absolutely stunning." The deeper his programming took hold, the more confidence Ralph gained.

She sniggered, enjoying this darker but still gentlemanly side of him. "Oh, are you referring to these old rags?" she said innocently while opening her robe a bit wider for him. "Don't mind them dear, I was about to change into something more comfortable after such a long day." She slowly whirled around and started walking inside the lustrous bathroom.

"Old rags, huh? Well they're new to me." Ralph couldn't keep the grin off his face as he sauntered over to the bathroom, his heart beginning to race in anticipation of what may come.

Chocolette let her robe slip over her shoulders and down to her elbows, briefly glancing back at him to make sure he was indeed following her. "I don't know about you darling, but I haven't taken my mandatory after work bath so I guess you'll have to wait a bit longer for your 'dessert'," she teased him as she let the robe fall completely on the floor. "Of course you're more than welcome to join me if you don't want to wait that long." She giggled mischievously, stopping a few inches from the already full hot tub.

Ralph had no intention of waiting. He kept his eyes glued to her, unconsciously licking his lips. "You sure you have room in there?" Even before she could answer, Ralph slid the one strap of his overalls off his shoulder and was lifting his "work shirt" over his head.

"Oh I think we'll work it out," she said while undressing slowly. The word 'shame' was obviously not written in her program.

Tossing his shirt to the side and letting his overalls fall to the ground, Ralph took a moment to appreciate her sexiness as she unclasped her bra, slowly removing the item before "accidentally" dropping it on the floor. "Oops! Silly me." Ever the vixen, Chocolette bent over, giving Ralph the perfect view of her well rounded flawless bottom. He couldn't help but appreciate the way the lacey material of her panties split her cheeks, forming a sinfully soft barrier between the two that was further enhanced by his Queen's exhibitionistic move.

Straightening herself up again, she casually put the bra on a bench near the bath tub and proceeded to unwrap her ponytail while still being in her lacey cheeky panties, much to his torture. "I'm a bit clumsy today," she said, turning around to face him with her arms already over her head, making her not so humble chest rise with the movement teasingly.

'She's good. Evil, but good.' Ralph managed to alternate between staring into her eyes and staring at her magnificent prow, his hands desperate to grab hold of something. 'Hmmm, whoever said anything more than a handful is a waste had no idea what they were talking about.'

She saw him clench and unclench his hands repeatedly and she let a smoldering smile crawl to the corner of her red lips, wondering how much she could push him around. "Did you find any obstacles while retrieving my charge, dearie?" she quickly made random chit chat as she let her long curly hair fall freely over her shoulders, with a few locks brushing the sides of her breasts. "How did you manage to find where was the whipped cream?" She slowly pulled down the waistband of her panty.

With his overalls down, the only thing between Chocolette and Ralph's growing excitement was a few feet and his boxers, and the latter was doing a poor job of concealing his reaction. "Let's just say I asked Sour Bill and leave it at that until later." Ralph knew that she would laugh at the story, but he was also afraid that any mentioning of her sister would instantly kill the mood and bring her wrath down on him.

"Oh I see, that Sour Puss can be such a pain sometimes," she huskily said while letting down her final garment. She tossed it back to the bench with one graceful movement of her tiny bare foot, now looking completely and gloriously naked.

She glanced down at his boxers and smirked deviously at him. "You look awfully uncomfortable there, Ralphie. Better hurry up before the water cools down," she sang playfully as she descended to the hot bath tub. She sank happily in the welcoming warmth with the water barely reaching up to half of her chest. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, her hair floating flawlessly over the steamy water and her narrowed green eyes sparking with passion.

'She's not a Queen... She is a goddess.' Steeling himself, Ralph hooked a thumb into the waistband of his boxers and slowly dropped them, letting his excitement stand tall and proud. Chocolette giggled like a teenage schoolgirl at the sight, still blushing from just how big he was. Slowly, and in complete opposition to the actions of a kaiju, Ralph stepped into the steaming water and let himself sink beneath the surface. The tub was surprisingly roomy, though the water level barely moved past his abdomen.

"Hehehehe that was some 'entrance, big guy'," she joked as Ralph slowly came closer to her. She sat down on the underwater stairs of the tub causally. "I'm glad you decided to join me! You would have died of boredom outside. I like to take my time here; it helps me to relax after a hard day." Chocolette then playfully splashed some water at his chest with a giggle.

Ralph sucked in a breath as the hot water made contact with his bare chest, the sting having a pleasant feel to itself all the same. The water was helping to soothe his sore muscles and relax him, though one was still quite still. Searching around beneath the water with his hands, Ralph found one of Chocolette's dainty feet and latched into it, rubbing and massaging it between his massive fingers. "You're right queenie. This is far more fun than sitting out there."

Feeling his hand massing her feet, the queen relaxed more. Contrary to Ralph, her job was not as physically demanding as his but still her feet did end up really sore after constantly pushing down her kart's pedals in each single race against the players and her sister. "Funny how a few days before, you'd have had a heart attack before even considering joining me like this," she smiled with her eyes closed and her head resting comfortably on the tub's edge.

Ralph chuckled, the kind of low suave chuckle that sent shivers up Chocolette's spine. "I'm just as surprised as you are. What can I say Chocolette? You bring out the worst in me." He gave her a sly wink, laughing in his mind about his choice of words, even if they were cliché.

She chuckled softly with him, feeling the familiar glitching goosebumps on her skin. "Well I'm not going to complain. No siree! 'Specially with you massaging my poor feet like that!" She let pleasant humming escape from her lips while still smiling with her eyes closed.

"I could really get used to this kind of thing... working hard all day and coming back to bathe with the most beautiful woman in the arcade, relaxing with her every night..." Ralph was starting to sound wistful as he let his thoughts and dreams carry out in his head

"And you'll always be welcomed here dear; my castle's doors are always open for you...always," she sniggered at the innuendo and playfully brushed her toes against the side of his abs, raising her head and grinning wide at him.

"Is that right?" he grinned, scooting forward a little bit towards her, sending out waves of warm water as he moved. He reached a finger out to gentlyy rub her petite waistline, slowly drawing little circles in and around it.

"Of course," she huskily said. The feeling of his tender big hands on her skin, plus the soothing sensation of the warm water was making it easier for her to surrender. She sat straight again, her hair completely soak and her cheeks blushing a cute rosy color because of the accumulated 'heat'. "I honestly mean it."

Ralph decided to be a bit more daring and gripped his Queen around her waist, turning her around and bringing her over to sit on his submerged lap. A contented growl escaped his lips as he could feel her round bottom rub smoothly along his broad legs, enjoying the feeling of her flawless skin against his worn hide.

A small yelp escaped from her lips as he re-positioned her in his lap. The dark queen blushed with a happy half smirk as she laid her back comfortably against his chest. She heard him growl low and giggled with fun. "What was that for, darling?" She asked him innocently.

Ralph leaned in and began placing little kisses and nibbles up and down her neckline while his hands gently massaged her hips. "Because you're so sexy," he whispered into her ear.

Chocolette sniggered in flattery. "I do what I can," she said while with her hand she started to scratch his scalp tenderly. She very slowly moved her legs against him teasingly. She trembled a bit under his hot kisses regardless of the water's temperature. "Looks like somebody wants to spoil his dessert."

"Is that what I'm doing? Oh, pardon me your grace..." he said in a faux innocent tone while his thumbs began pressing gently against the interior of her legs. "Please forgive me, but could you tell me what the proper way to enjoy my dessert is?" Burying his face into her neck, the scent of her luscious hair was intoxicating: A naturally sweet aroma that steals his breath and slightly dazed.

"Uhmmm well…" she mused, finding it beginning to get difficult to think as his hands kept playing with her legs. She arched her neck just when she felt the familiar jolts of electricity under her stomach.

"I guess considering your size," she said while her other hand slid dangerously down his abs, "I guess I should have expected that you wouldn't settle for just one bite." She bit her lip upon reaching her target.

Gripping her target earned her the satisfaction of hearing Ralph inhale sharply, followed by a growl of pleasure, a primal sound that was decidedly masculine and uniquely Ralph, a piece of knowledge that gave her a devious grin because she knew she was the only one who got to make him make that noise.

Ralph, however, wasn't going to let her get away with it, and as her fingers enclose around him, his thick fingers inched forward and made contact with his soft, velvety target. "Well my Queen? I await your instruction." The fact of what he'd just done showing that he was waiting for no such thing.

She gasped and Ralph could clearly hear her breathing become agitated and heavy. He felt her hand move slowly but decisively over him and the water that moves in between their legs just amplified the sensation. "First of all," she struggled to say, forcing her brain to form words. "Don't go immediately and eat the whole thing at one bite dear. You have to enjoy all the flavors and let your tongue savor every single part of it."

Ralph weighed this information in his mind and decided on a more subtle route. "Like this my queen?" He slowly removed his fingers from their naughty placement, earning him a pouting whimper from Chocolette, but he quickly redeemed himself by tilting her head back and placing little kisses on her lips. Each kiss lasted longer than the previous one, stretching into longer and longer moments until their lips were pressed against one another and their tongues tentatively probed the other's mouth.

Dark Queen Chocolette Von Schweetz was not fond of anything too sweet...except for Ralph's warm wet kisses that is, which she had completely become addicted to. Titling her head she deepened the kiss more, wrestling her tongue with his hungrily and with one of her hands pulling him softly from his hair so to push him closer. "Okay...maybe...you can snatch a few crumbs...once in a while," she said in between heated kisses while her other hand kept massaging him further under the water. She felt a soft deep tremor from his strong chest.

"I intend to... take my... time..." he breathed. Were it not for the tub already being warm, the water would've been boiling hot from their foreplay. Bringing a hand out of the water, he gently pressed it against one of her stiff nipples and slowly began rubbing it in circles, massaging her tender bud and causing her to squirm in delight.

She panted against his mouth upon feeling him play with her soft and slick chest, sending chills down her spine that only animated her submerged hand more. "I think my plan is back firing," she admitted bittersweetly with an annoyed smile, fighting against her low soft whimpers. "But maybe I can turn the tables…" And with that she very slowly moved her round rear a bit closer to him, sitting against his lower stomach and feeling his hardness in between her legs with her hand still gripping him.

Ralph felt himself starting to lose his tentative control as her round bottom rubbed against him, causing a visceral twitch to run through his body. Chocolette let out a small yip of surprise when she felt the appendage she was playing with and sitting near actually twitch against her for a brief second

Chocolette chuckled deviously and very slowly let her other hand lose hold of his hair and slowed it down under the water, to join its twin and have a better hold on the 'beast'. "Seems that I have the upper hand now," she laughed heartily in his mouth.

"Wanna...mmmm... bet?" Ralph chuckled back into her, his fingers moving swiftly beneath the water to gently stroke his Queen's core. Ralph was certain that the heat and slickness he could feel his fingers brushing up against was not due to the tub, and he kept his fingers gently brushing over her again and again

The queen bit him hard on his lips and growled softly, in an attempt to both hide her whimpers of pleasure and to beg him for more. "Cheater..." She panted in his mouth heavily. Her hands started to stroke him more decisively while she moved her hips in a circular motion. Feeling the strange need to dance, she started to do so in his lap, with her back and round rear brushing slowly and painfully against his chest and lower stomach while her thighs hugged his excitement.

'Oh no you don't my sweet Queen. You won't get me...Ohhh... that easily...' Despite the dancing motions she was performing, Ralph kept his hands where they were and without a further thought, gently pressed a thick index finger into her, not very deeply, but enough to savor and enjoy the feeing of wet tightness wrapped around his finger. Still, her movements against him were just as distracting

Chocolette groaned audibly this time, his teasing thick finger electrifying her suddenly with familiar pleasure. "That-that's...ahh!...n ot fair...your hands are not fair..." She said in between whimpers, feeling her walls go tight around his finger unwillingly. The sensation made her dancing movements go a bit faster, arching her back with a moan and raising her chest off the water slightly. Her hands refused to stop their stroking game over his length.

Ralph leaned in to nibble her ear lobe softly. "Since when have us bad-guys ever played fair my sweet?" he offered her a throaty chuckle and resumed gently fingering her while her hands gripped his length and stroked him like something possessed.

She chuckled knowingly leaving his lips for a moment to moan softly and arch her neck against his chest as she pushed her hips down on his finger deeply. She couldn't help but lust for more. She felt him go hard, throbbing and warm under her hands, feeling even deliciously sleeker, either because of the water or because of himself entirely. She whimpered again repeatedly, with her dancing movements changing into a more thrusting primal dance. She could feel her entire code craving for him badly, even more than the first time they slept together. "Ralph..." She said his name in want, rubbing her buttocks against his member.

Ralph could feel his breath catch in his throat. Hearing his name spoken so wantonly, so desirably, so...lovingly… It was like an opiate and he had become hopelessly addicted. He needed to hear it more. "Yes, Chocolette?" Feeling his thickness so close to her and rubbing against her divine buttocks was nearly enough to push him right over the edge, but he forced himself to hold. He would not let her win so easily and so early.

He thrust his finger in an inch deeper, victoriously earning another heavy groan of his name from her and he growled against her neck with hunger. Her hands then suddenly let go of his member and he loudly protested with another growl, only to be silenced in shock when, using her hands to support herself on his knees, the queen straightened herself up and concentrated herself on brushing her core and cheeks up and down all over his length in desperation to feel even more with her hands massaging and scratching his legs demandingly. The water became erratic with her movements. "Ralph..." She said glancing back at him in between thrusts, with her mouth parted in a moan and her eyes blurred with wild need.

He could only grin wickedly at her passion-fueled movements, flattered, gratified and a hundred and one other emotions coursing through him. But now was not the time to give them any thought. The only thought in his mind was giving himself and his queen more pleasure. But he wanted to act coy for just a moment longer. "Yes my darling?" He said, his hands groping at her plush backside. "What is it that you want most of all right now?"

"...Ah.." She moaned at his grope, arching her back and obligingly pushing her backside against his hot hands. Her skin glitched in pleasure, as her whole code was so worked up already that she had become too sensitive everywhere. All kinds of sensations kept sending jolts and sparks of pleasure all over her system...and yet she was not satisfied. She turned over her shoulder, her wet hair falling over her shoulder, leaving her back completely exposed. She looked at him with her vibrant emerald eyes burning with unbearable desire. "...you," she said huskily with a smirk and licking her lips in front of him, while resuming her wild lap dance over him.

Ralph's own code glitched at her seductive tone, the gyrations of her bum hardening him even more and breaking down what little resolve he had left. "As my dark and beautiful Queen wishes..." He lifted her up slightly, giving her just enough room to sense what lay beneath her and allowing his to stand straight up. With deliberate gentleness, he lowered her down onto him, his eyes nearly going crossed as he felt her wonderful tightness enshroud him like a second skin, a protective yet infinitely pleasurable second skin.

Chocolette moaned loudly feeling him finally fill her completely. Her wet walls tightened around him desperately, latching to him for dear life as if not wanting to let him go anytime soon. Upon feeling him touch bottom, the queen was about to drive him when a devious thought formed in her brain. Glancing back at him she said, "I want you to lead this time." She giggled evilly much to his confusion. Deciding that actions spoke louder than words, Chocolette leaned over the bath tub edge, exposing her slick and curvaceous upper body to him and pulling him slightly by his arms, she guided him to rise and top her back. Ralph's eyes grew wide in realization as she again lead his hands to grab her by her waist while she arched her back and pushed herself against him in a way to tell him 'go for it.'

Ralph was speechless. Something about this moment just struck him as being completely surreal, like he was in a dream. But the water lapping at his legs and the warmth of Chocolette's intimacy wrapped around his manhood told him this couldn't possibly be a dream. Here he was, standing stark naked in a bathtub with the beautiful queen of Sugar Rush bent over in front of him. It wasn't as though the sight of her naked had surprised him as much as the angle. The way her curly hair flowed down her arching back, the press of her round cheeks against him and the way it seemed to stick out slightly more due to her position was proving to be more than his mind could handle.

Chocolette noticed him frozen to his spot and growled impatiently at him, thrusting her hips slowly and softly to encourage him to start over. "Is something wrong, Ralphie?" She cooed.

"It's just... you're so... so..." he ambled.

'Pull it together Wrecker!' screamed his mind and bad-guy coding in unison. 'Show her just how strong those hands REALLY are.'

She arched an eyebrow but smirked knowingly. "If you don't like this position, we can change it," she teased him while arching her back again and pressing her rear harder on him with circular motions. She had the hunch that he was frozen on the spot because of the distracting 'view' she was giving him. She closed her legs a bit so the pressure of her walls on him could be intensified even more and she trembled with pleasurable electricity again.

Her taunting lit a fire inside Ralph, one that was fueled by lust and confidence. 'She wants to try a new position? Alright Queenie, Let's dance.' Chocolette had just enough time to realize that his fingers were tightening around her waist as he pushed her forward before slamming her backwards against him in one almighty thrust

Chocolette's eyes grew wide and air escaped from her lungs. "AH!" She moaned loudly, glitching in a hot mess of purple pixels after Ralph's powerful thrust. He looked down at her worriedly, fearing that perhaps he had used to much force on her.

"Chocolette?" he asked, trying to not sound overly worried. "You alright beautiful?" Ralph was beginning to mentally scold himself when the sound of a moan reached his ears.

She half whimpered, half laughed softly. She raised her lowered head to look at him and he had to suppress a chuckle as he noticed her dazed eyes. "I'm more than fine actually," she groaned happily, almost sounding drunk even. Ralph could feel her walls sending pleasurable sparks of electricity to him though his member and he let a growl escape from his chest. Chocolette lowered her torso and raised her backside a bit higher, thrusting her hips at him again.

"Do it again...please," she whimpered in a begging, almost sounding out of character.

'That's more like it,' said an uncharacteristically dominant voice in Ralph's mind, but he took little time to analyze it as a wicked thought entered his mind. Instead of forcefully stroking her as he initially had, he began working himself in and out of her extremely, agonizingly slowly, letting every inch of himself touch the interior of her. "Mmmm... Why should I?" he teased. He could feel her stiffening at his words, but his hands kept her from forcing the action.

Chocolette groaned in both pleasure and annoyance, biting her lips harder. She tried to push herself deeper into each of his thrust but his hands stubbornly prevented her from doing so and if she was already frustrated before, she was now starting to get mad in lust. "Ralph!" She barked at him demandingly, but he just snickered darkly at her, enjoying his torture on her.

"You'll have... to do a lot better... than that...ARGH!...if you want me to-to beg! ...Grrrr," she said in between her teeth.

On his next thrust into her, he leaned against her, pressing his firm abs against her back, his hot breath spilling across her bare back and neck, tingling her skin as he leaned into her ear, giving it a little nibble. "That can be arranged, my beautiful Queen..." He whispered seductively before pulling back again. A number of ideas ran through his mind as he figured out what to do, all the while maintaining his slow ministrations to her love. An extra naughty idea caught his attention and he grinned darkly at it. Keeping one hand on her waist to keep her from moving her hips faster, Ralph raised his other hand and brought it down on Chocolette's backside with an audible SMACK!

She whimpered in approval upon feeling him pressed so close and dominant over her and then yelped in surprise with her eyes wide open when feeling his hand slapping her round buttocks. She moaned and panted heavily in bliss, pressing her face against her arms so he wouldn't see her begging expression although her still thrusting hips told him for her. "I should punish you for that," she huskily said with a dark smirk, and closing her legs more she gave much more pressure on her wet warm walls, tightening her grip on him, and feeling him go even harder in response.

Ralph could only groan in pleasure at her method of punishment, but he knew he was breaking her down. "You're going to have to do better than that," he said before bringing his hand down on her other cheek, "Your Highness." Ralph was enjoying this little game of theirs. Something about the idea of getting a Queen, even a dark one, to beg was infinitely appealing to his bad-guy coding as well as making him much more aroused.

Chocolette moaned more loudly this time, her attempts to hide her begging self were failing epically as her back arched with appeal. She kept panting heavily with her mouth parted and her eyes closed tightly. Her bad-guy code kept pressing her to fight back but with each torturously slow thrust of him into her body, she ended up craving more and more for him. She had to resist, she just had to! Following his motion, Chocolette started to open and close her butt cheeks around his arousal every time he went in and out of her, in a last ditch effort to make him also lose his torturing resolve. "Ralph!" She barked again in both lust and wild demand.

Ralph felt what she was doing before he took notice of it, mainly because he was so distracted with how her back was arching. Still, the feel of her cheeks doing that was becoming more than he could bear and his physical needs were calling out to him to just give up and start thrusting wildly. But he wasn't going to give up. He started drawing on the part of his resolve that was reserved for gameplay, the cache that made it so he could climb buildings all day and hurl down wreckage. He had one more trick up his sleeve. On his next thrust out, he bent over, propped his tongue out of his mouth, and on his next thrust in, he moved his tongue up the ridge of her spine slowly and tentatively, tasted the saltiness of her sweat and the shivers of electricity coursing across her skin. "Yes my Queen?" he asked nonchalantly.

"ARGH!" She growled in defeat, feeling her walls now painfully pulsing around him with strong piercing jolts that made every single hair on her head stand still, while the wetness of her core slipped down over his member. It was officially too much torture for her. She arched her back and neck with her mouth parted and her green eyes clouded with too much desire. "Ra-Ralph..." she started to whimper repeatedly in between moans.

"Ralph," she insisted with another loud whimper, earning Ralph's attention again. He smirked darkly at her and flicked his tongue against her glitching skin again and shoved her a bit harder as if to ask her, 'is this what you want?'

She closed her eyes in another moan and bit her lip stubbornly. "Hnnnnnnng " she whimpered and Ralph took it as her sign of defeat.

Ralph smiled in triumph at her semi-admission of defeat. "That's my good little Queen," he said in a half mocking, half seductive tone. Before she could quip at him about calling her good, he thrust deeply into her, much stronger, harder and faster than any of the previous times. But he didn't just stop there. He quickly pulled out then pushed back in again, each time faster and harder than before, her curls flying about, her breasts bouncing forward and her butt cheeks jiggling ever so slightly. He even put a hand on her buttocks and squeezed it appreciatively, as if to say 'this is mine. Now. And forever.' But above all, he was consumed by his physical and spiritual need to wreck the petite and busty queen.

Chocolette screamed her moans at the top of her lungs, not caring if the whole castle heard her right. She moved with him in equal speed as her racing code rang off immediately after so much pleasurable torturing. The water in the bathtub splashed over the tiled marble floor of the room repeatedly as they kept making love wildly. Chocolette then growled from within her chest as something snapped inside of her. She dug her nails into the tub's edge and cracked it slightly. She then straightened herself up and pressed her entire back against his chest and hips, crashing her backside repeatedly against his hipbones harder than Ralph ever felt before, sending him over the edge and making him groan loudly too as he drove deeper into her.

Ralph was slightly worried about what would give out first: the wall of the tub or them. However, his thoughts were shut down as Chocolette reached a hand back to support her self on his thick legs and dug her nails into his leg, giving him a momentary feeling of pain followed by immense pleasure. He was one with his queen and nothing in the entire arcade was going to stop him from his conquest.

"Mine..." She suddenly said glancing back at him with her eyes glowing green and again scratching his legs with her fingernails. "You are mine," she moaned again, feeling her orgasm approaching dangerously.

A small part of Ralph's mind felt like he should've been concerned, but he just met her glowing eyes with his own smoldering gaze and reached an arm around her to grasp one of her breasts in his massive hand. "I'll be yours…if you'll be mine... Ohmm.." He knew he couldn't last much longer, but he had to hold out for just a bit longer, the fingernails dragging along his legs causing much more pleasure than actual pain.

She chuckled closing her eyes tightly. "Only and forever yours..." she said huskily while succumbing to his touch on her breasts. It was too much. Letting out a strong groan of pleasure, Chocolette's orgasm finally hit her with force, making her eyes roll back to her skull as her walls became incredibly tight, spilling her nectar over him. Her knees buckled and she slightly collapsed over his lap with soft pants of pleasure and a rushing heart.

The spasms running through Chocolette's body and her seductive words pushed him right over his edge. He could feel his member stiffen as he released into his queen, feeling her warmth and his mix together in a delicious concoction that few could ever hope to match. Ralph stood tall as Chocolette rode out her orgasmic storm, her body writhing against his as he kept his arms around her to keep her upright.

She panted heavily, feeling more exhausted than their first time but at least 10 times more satisfied. She rested herself against him as she waited for him to relax after his orgasm. She could hear his heartbeat and her own still rushing at equal full speed. Her body shook with both glitching pleasure and pleasantly cold numbness.

Ralph began to feel his energy leave him from all the effort. Very slowly, he pulled out of Chocolette, trying his best not to slip in the tub. He let out a massive sigh of contentment, but suddenly felt her shiver in his arms. "Chocolette? Are you alright?" he asked, concern plain as day in his voice.

She smiled a love struck smile at him, though visibly looking considerably weaker. "Yeah, I'm fine dear, but I think you wrecked me too hard this time," she grinned at him with a deep blush while feeling her shaking body become unresponsive. Still she managed to raise a trembling hand and tenderly stroke the side of his face, a rare show of care that she felt the need to express for him.

Ralph nuzzled her hand, feeling wonderful about himself. The sound of her voice was like sweet music to his ears and he knew she meant every word she said. Ever so gently, he picked her up in his arms bridal style and stepped out of the tub carefully to avoid slipping. Ralph didn't even care to put a towel on as he carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he laid her, almost worshipfully on the bed before he went around to the other side and climbed in, scooting over and pulling her close to him so that she could lay her head on his chest while he pulled a blanket over them.

In any other normal public situation, Chocolette would have given him a piece of her mind for carrying her in such a 'prissy' fashion, but since they were completely alone she decided to swallow her pride and just enjoy the moment. After he had covered both with the blanket, the dark queen cuddled her weak form into his arms, nuzzling him under his chin with a happy smile. She deeply inhaled his fresh aroma and rested her hands over his strong chest. "I sometimes forget how much of a 'good guy' you are, my Wrecker," she said with a tired grin.

Ralph could feel his bad-guy code flare up slightly, but he didn't care. He was lying on a large, comfortable bed with his queen wrapped up in his arms, her luscious locks of hair flowing out over his chest as he gently rubbed her shoulders. "I have my moments," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead followed by a massive yawn.

She noticed him yawn widely and softly giggled into his neck. "You seem tired. Did poor little me manage to wreck you a little?" She asked him jokingly, rubbing her hands over his chest and leaving a few butterfly kisses on his neckline

Ralph responded by stroking the underside of her chin with his finger, offering her a worn but happy smile. "Lemme put it this way. I'm rarely ever this exhausted after a full Saturday at work."

She looked up at him with a cocked eyebrow and raised her head a bit to stare into his eyes, her cheeks still blushing deeply. "Really? But you practically spend most of your work hours fighting with Felix and wrecking your city," she insisted with her nose wrinkled in mockery.

"Wrecking a city is nothing compared to wrecking you, beautiful," he said, offering her a lopsided grin at how much she was blushing, happy to be able to flatter her like this. And it's not like he wasn't telling the truth. He was exhausted, but it was the kind of exhaustion one feels after achieving something extremely worthwhile.

She grinned and softly pecked him a few more times. "And still you managed to only wreck me today! My bath tub looks fine so far," she said but then went silent as they both heard the bath tub cracking, and seconds later it split chaotically over the marbled floor, the water spilling out.

The queen blinked silently a bit before turning to look him in the eye with a wild grin. "…or not," she said and so she kissed him again.

"Well, at least you're taking it well... Not so sure Lola will," he said as they continued with the little kisses to each other. "Maybe I can sneak Felix into... Oh nevermind...

Chocolette let out a hearty chuckled at the suggestion. "Knowing him, he certainly will fix it In the blink of an eye, but then he'll start to question our 'dessert eating' awkwardly," she joked lightly in his mouth.

After an hour or so of cuddling, both bad-guys fell into a deep and well needed sleep, without separating an inch from each other.

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