The Cat's Rage

By Dark Lord Eric


Janus swore as he stormed through the palace.

"Insolents.." he muttered. His cat, Alfador, following him around, as always. He had been arguing with his Mother and the Gurus. They were criticizing him about his lack of "Zeal Spirit" and that he refused to practice the Majickal energy the others had embraced.

He grumbled. He entered his chamber and threw himself on his bed. He closed his eyes and in his hand materialized a mouse. He threw it to Alfador who chased it as it scurried around the room. He knew that would get him some time to be alone. Alfador chased the cat out into the hall where Janus heard the maid scream. He chuckled.

Schala was asleep.

She was constantly tired out by her duties as the maintainer of the Mammon Machine. Her mother never really did any true work, beside Queenly duties. She was constantly fussing over the Ocean Palace that was to be built. As if Zeal wasn't getting pompous enough.

She awoke suddenly when she heard a knock on her door. She turned to it and brushed her bluish hair to a reasonable look. "Come in."

The door swung open. Strolling in was a man she never really was fond of, the Queen's Aide, Sir Dalton. His long brown hair flowed fiendishly like snakes as he stepped in.

"I was thinking, Your-"

He stopped. He finally caught a look at her.

"Ah, you majesty. Why did you not tell me you weren't... in your attire. This could've waited." A grin came across his face. Schala noticed a slight bulge in his pants.

Schala was in a nightgown. She sat up.

"Dalton, you know well the strenuous tasks I have to go through. Just tell me what you need to say and let me get back to rest."

Dalton grinned. He had forgotten what he wanted to say. All that was flashing through his mind was what was under that nightie. He struggled to finish what he was going to say.

"Ah yes. Your mother seems to be overly enthused with this Ocean Palace and Lavos."

"Yes..." said Schala.

"Now, not to doubt her extreme legacy and capacity or anything, but what if this fails? The people will not stand for it? Who will take over?"

"I will, I assume," she groaned. She knew where this was heading. "Dalton, if you think for a moment that I would sit next to you as Queen, you're honestly working too hard. Get out."

He said nothing. He looked at her through his one eye.

"The Queen is a downward spiral. You have nothing to gain by making me your enemy." He walked out and left the door wide open.

"Asshole..." muttered Schala as she slowly drifted back to sleep.

She wasn't aware how long she had slept when she felt the thump on her bed and the stench next to her face.

She slowly opened her eyes. She was looking at a limp mouse.

"Ewwww..." she muttered as she flung it off the bed.

She saw another face. It had a look of disappointment on it. It was Alfador, Janus' cat.

"Oh...you caught it..." she smiled.

The cat purred softly.

She sighed.

"Good for you."

She slowly closed her eyes again and tried to get back to sleep.

Alfador looked at her blankly.

"What a lack of appreciation," he thought. "I'm the sole thing standing between them and total annihilation."

His lack of Presence always angered him. Unlike the great cats of old, he was merely a mascot. Queen Zeal didn't give him the time of day, even though he knew he was her superior in every way. No one gave him the lavish attention he outright deserved. It disgusted him.

Not that his low profile didn't convey some advantages. He was sure he knew more about what was happening in this kingdom than anyone else. He could literally go anywhere and no one would care.

However, he would rather be treated like a god as he deserved. He looked at Schala. What an insolent broad. "Good for you," she says. HA! She should be giving him the finest of Mammoth meat she had to offer.

He looked at her. He would have his revenge.

He remembered walking in on two women one day in one of their rooms. He recalled one doing something that managed to turn the other into a blundering idiot. This would be fun, especially with the maid nearby. He slowly crawled under the covers, slowly making his way to his target.

Schaka awoke again feeling her nightie being pushed up. She slowly opened her eyes but didn't see anything. She felt a brush of soft fur rub against her thigh. She blinked. She felt soft breathing near her womanhood. Then, she felt soft fur on her lips. She arched back with wonder, almost content to yell something, but didn't.

Then, she felt something touch her clitoris. A slight jolt shook her body. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She felt small feet walking across her stomach. Again, she felt something tough her nipple. Another jolt.

Then, she felt a wet, sandpapery substance rub against her nipple. She opened her mouth again but nothing came out. The nipple slowly stood out, and she moaned.

The substance moved from her nipple to the other one. She moaned again as this one became as erect and the other. The feeling continued, and she moaned and squirmed. She felt her other nipple through her nightie and squeezed it.

"Oh yes..."

She felt the small feet massaging her stomach again as they moved down back to her womanhood. She felt a breeze on her clitoris, then that same, wet, sandpapery substance flicked across it. She tensed. She grasped her other nipple and rubbed them in unison, suppressing moans.

Then, the flicking picked up pace. A steady feeling came across her clitoris. Her body tensed, and she flung her head back. Sweat began to glisten across her body. She closed her eyes as she let out a scream.

"OOOOOH YESSS!!"

Her mind was focused on the source of her pleasure. She thrust her hips up to give the source easier access to her center. She noticed not when the maid came in and, with shock, closed the door. The steady licking continued, she felt her bed dampen beneath her, she felt an inner warmth fill inside her.

"Oh god yes!"

Schala was moaning like an instrument now. She grabbed her mattress and tore into it. As she screamed her head flung back and forth. Her hardened nipples expanded in size and ached for relief. She screamed.

The licking picked up pace. Her womanhood ached from this new feeling. She felt her legs tense and her body harden. She screamed again as her first orgasm kicked in.

The tonguing continued. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Her body loosened and tensed up as she felt the second one erupt.

Her legs shuddered. She couldn't take it. A third, a fourth.

The tonguing continued. She collapsed in an explosion of pink pleasure.

When Alfador was sure she wasn't responding anymore, he pulled himself out. He crawled out from underneath the cover and looked at her. She looked content. Ah well, the entire kingdom should know by now. He gazed at the door.

"Rats! Foiled again!"

He also realized that until that door opened, he couldn't get out. He then looked back at Schala.

"Hmm...maybe this isn't so bad after all..."



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