The Cat and the King… (Patreon)

Night crawled over the small European country known as Rodigan.

A small but splendid nation.

The Royal Palace was the epitome of tranquility, but… there was a hitch.

Guards. Lots and lots of guards had been hired in order to pep up the security.

A threat against the royal family was always near, so there was no reason to sneeze at security.

The bachelor King had just returned from another party in the city with the council. The Royal limousine had stopped right in front of the door and he made his way up the stairs and into the halls where a servant awaited. Standing tall and proud.

Perkins: How was the party, Your Majesty?

Wallace: Oh, like always Perkins. Terrible. Sometimes I wonder what is so good about being a king…

Wallace made his way to the cabinet and took his favorite whiskey out of the cabinet and poured himself a glass.

Perkins: Honestly sir, that should befall me to pour you your beverage.

Wallace: Some things a man likes to do himself, Perkins, thank you very much. After we got all that new security I have barely been able to wiggle my ears without someone breathing down my neck.

Perkins: Yes sir, but the council thought it best that we boosted the security a tat. Especially after we got hold of the new treasures from your ancestors.

A bank had just delivered back what they had in storage. Considerable amounts of wealth in the form of jewels and gems. Some dating back to the fourteenth century. Pretty much around the foundation of the Rodigan Kingdom.

Wallace drank the whiskey and sighed.

Wallace stood in a few moments and looked like he was thinking over his entire reason to exist.

Perkins: Did the council bring up your engagement, sir?

Wallace lowered his head: Sigh… Yes, Perkins… It came up.

Perkins: You do not sound particularly fond of the situation, sir.

Wallace: Well I am not fond of the situation Perkins. All my life I have been told what to do, what to say and where to go… I have never truly felt like a… a real man… I have never really had any true fun in my life… I have never really… had… had a time to feel free…

Perkins seemed like he felt he had to say something but… he held his tongue.

Wallace: I am going to bed.

Perkins: Very well, your majesty.

Well above them, resting on one of the beams that held many of the royal banners in the halls was a patient shadow, hidden by the darkness of the night.

A set of eyes was watching the two men below with the charismatic zenful calmness of a cat. Watching… without being watched.

The king made his way to his Royal Bedchamber… alone… he sighed. His engagement to foreign princess had been mentioned at the meeting. Barely a bachelor and then he was to marry some princess. What a shame really. No time to have fun.

When the hall was finally empty, besides an occasional guard in a black suit, it seemed that the shadow was ready to move.

Tonnie: “New treasures” huh…? Well… I guess I could return some other time.

Tonnie Rockwaller… the purple cat, made her way to her feet. She walked on the narrow beam as carelessly as any woman would walk on a sidewalk. Found some time to fondle her long bushy, curly mane.

Tonnie: That poor king… he is kinda cute.

Tonnie made her way to the floor as quietly as any cat. She crawled to hide behind a huge couch when a security guard made his way through the hall. He didn’t notice anything.

Tonnie moved on. She was aiming for a special room high up in the castle.

Not the tower that held the treasures, but instead a room that had a collection of letters and information. Not a library but a room associated with it. The hall of records.

Tonnie moved through the halls and rooms of the castle. She had to take detours, because of the many guards.

There were so many of them.

They were the typical brutish muscle heads.

But Tonnie was crafty and made her evasions when possible.

Finally… After many dogdings and sudden hidings, she made her way to the great Royal Library. The lock was easily picked and she was careful to lock it behind her.

Tonnie stood in a few moments to take a look at the many books. In the full light of daylight this library would have been something of a sight. But in the shades of darkness and only lid up by the moon that peaked in from the tall windows, it was something of a downer.

Tonnie: Now now… to the hall of records.

It was a side cabinet to the exact library. It wasn’t actually concealed, but the room was odd, because it had a balcony.

There were tables in here, and chairs, meant for studies. In this late autumn the doors to the balcony were open so air could get in. The records were sealed well away in proper condition.

Tonnie moved to a part of the section that involved the history of the 20th century.

Here she opened a shelf with one of her claws and pulled out a box with letters. She pulled out a small flashlight and placed it in her mouth so she could see what she went through.

Once in a while she found a letter from a certain Maxwell to the Royal house of Rodigan. Every time the name Maxwell came up, Tonnie took the letter and stuffed it in one of her many pockets. There were at least a dozen or so letters, but also other letters stood out to her. Once in a while, she found a letter that seemed to put a frown on her forehead.

Just as Tonnie was ready to close the cabinet she heard a noise from the library. It was the main door that opened.

Tonnie: Shit!

Tonnie dashed the light and put it away in order to blend into the dark shadows of the cabinet.

To her annoyance it sounded like a pair of people… and it also sounded like they were making their way to the hall of records. Tonnie moved out from her hiding place and onto the balcony.

She heard voices… one from a man, and one from a woman. And it was clear to Tonnie that they were very intoxicated. The woman was giggling in that very special way that she was not at all truly entertained, but simply went along with it. The man also seemed to be in a joyful mood.

From their conversation - if you indeed could call that a conversation - Tonnie caught their names.

William first Duke of Rougal, and… Catty.

Catty: Is it true… that you are really the king?

William: Well no, I am not the King persay, but I am his cousin. So the same blood runs in my veins…

Catty: Soooooo… if the king weren’t the king… you would be the king?

William: Exaclty…

There was a clink of glasses.

Catty: Wow… I have literally never been more turned in my entire life… Can I like suck your dick? It would be like if I actually sucked off a king…

There was the sound of laughter and Tonnie - against her better judgment - peaked out from her hiding place.

She saw a man who… in the right light… might slightly resemble the king… like… a little bit… but he didn’t have the same appeal as King Wallace. The girl…

Wow - Tonnie thought… Could there be a woman more right for the word ‘bimbo’?

Tonnie had never seen the like before.

Bleached blonde, the shortest, sluttiest red dress ever, heels as high as you could get them, and the fakest tits known to man…

The girl had squatted down in the hall of records, and William was working on opening his fly to let the cocksucker in front of him get what she so intensely craved. The very moment his cock jumped from his pants the lips of the fake blonde caught it and began to suck him off.

Tonnie growled.

She had gotten what she came for, but now those two annoying fuckers where in her way out again. The balcony was at least 6 stories up, and she didn’t have the right equipment to rappel down. Rookie mistake. She had to stay put until those two squirrels were done.

Tonnie in her agony also had to hear what went on in the hall.

William: Oh yeah you damn bitch… you have something of a mouth on ya. It seems something good has come out of America after all.

Catty: Mmmh, I love it, I love sucking on cocks… especially royal cocks… Mhrf!

William probably stuffed her face with his cock again. Tonnie was only listening. She didn’t really want a show.

But she couldn’t help but feel aroused of what she heard.

William: Urgh, that’s enough slut… you can suck me off more later. Now I want to nail that American pussy.

Catty: Oh yes… please… please fuck me…

Tonnie leaned to look again. She hoped that they would be going on… but no… annoyingly enough, William simply planted the stupid whore on one of the desks and removed her thong.

He spread her legs out to the sides, and then began plowing her.

Catty was obnoxiously loud… Tonnie hated women who moaned like that. And it was also clearly fake.

Tonnie hated fakers. They ruined everything. If men only tried fakers is it any wonder they were shocked to know that they fuck like crap when they finally meet a real woman?

A man needs to know what really turns a woman on in order to play her. Urgh, Tonnie couldn’t deal with this nonsense anymore. She walked over to the edge of the balcony to assert her situation again.

Okay - she had no ropes and no parachute. The fall down from 6 stories was bad enough but the palace was high on a mountain so there was something of a drop down.

Now, climbing wouldn’t be too hard for her. She had her claws and the walls were of very thick old granite rocks. Ideal for climbing really.

And down there, only a story down was another balcony… a big one. With open doors.

Ideal.

Tonnie jumped the edge in order to see her way down when she heard a loud noise from inside.

It was the sound of men yelling and a woman screaming in fear. Tonnie reacted, she immediately began to climb on the wall in order to escape the light that now came on inside the library and the hall of records.

Wall climbing is no picnic, especially without safety equipment. But Tonnie was adept and she managed to make her way down to the other balcony. She was just ready to sneak in, when a golden light shined out, and she cursed at herself.

From inside she heard:

Wallace: What on earth is going on?

Security guard: Sorry sir, we have to put the place in lockdown. We have found two unauthorized people in the library.

Wallace: What, how did that…?

Security guard: Don’t worry sir. We will handle it. Just go back to sleep sir.

Wallace closed the door and grumbled to himself: What a load of…

Tonnie heard the king use a word surely not befitting a king. She had to hold back a giggle.

She peaked inside to see, and there was the king on his bed.

He was sitting on the edge and then made a way to lay all the way down. Tonnie took a deep breath.

The words of the security guard rung in her ears… Security lockdown. This was bad. That meant all systems were online and now the cameras would be on all night. No blind zones and also, motion detectors and extra measures. What a pain… and probably caused by that idiotic woman in the hall of records.

Security lockdown could probably last all the way until morning… and she honestly didn’t think it would be easier to get out in daylight…

Tonnie had a lightbulb moment.

No… the purple cat… might not be able to get out in daylight… but Tonnie Rockwaller might…

Tonnie smiled as she grabbed the zipper of her suit and made it go down.

She gently and quietly got out of her suit, except for her mask and placed it in her bag. In which she still had her heels and her short dress from earlier.

She closed the bag and quietly walked inside the Royal Bedchambers.

King Wallace was on his back in the dark room. He seemed to have drifted off to dreamland again. He didn’t even feel that someone was coming aboard in his bed.

The king might have thought it was nothing but his wild imagination that something warm, and unbelievably soft crawled on top of him. But even King Wallace II would feel it, if a nose began to play with his own.

With drowsy eyes he looked… and saw a… a… a purple mask?

At first King Wallace was too perplexed… but a lifetime being raised with possible threats of assassinations made him want to scream for help, but before he even could a hand was placed over his mouth and the woman… for he was now certain it was a woman on top of him… whispered to him with a finger in front of her lips.

In the dim light Wallace saw a set of green blue gems in her eyes. They were kind and… lovely… They were gorgeous.

Tonnie: Hush now, my handsome king, hush…

The woman quickly looked at the door… no sign of movement.

Tonnie smiled and looked at the king again.

Tonnie: I assure you, I am quite tame… Do not raise the alarm… and In return… I’ll give you a night that you’ll never forget…

Tonnie smiled at the King who still seemed a little scared, but mostly confused.

The golden light from the bedside stand was casting a charming light on Tonnie’s body. She still had her hand on Wallace's mouth and she still smiled. She wanted to show him her huge tits. No man could ever think when they first saw them.

Wallace was no exception.

He made huge eyes and gawked at the magnificent breasts. He tried to look up into Tonnie’s eyes. Tonnie knew what that meant. He wanted to touch them.

Tonnie smiled, and slowly removed her hand from the king's mouth and he proceeded to slowly reach for her breasts.

He was not an adept at handling a woman’s utters but he sure made up for it in enthusiasm - and sometimes, that was just as good. Tonnie felt how his royal scepter was rising to the occasion under her.

Wallace: Who… who are you?

Tonnie leaned back down and the king’s hands found their way to her plump ass.

Tonnie: Don’t worry about that… you will probably never see me again… so just enjoy me… have a little… fun…

Wallace seemed to take the hint… maybe he thought his wish had been granted who really knew.

Tonnie went down on him, and soon had the true Royal rod in her mouth. He wasn’t small by any means, but not as big as Tonnie was used to. But it wasn’t always about the size.

Tonnie sucked him off and Wallace was a wonderful receiver. He moved around and moaned at pretty much everything she did to him.

When he came soon after she did what came so natural to her. She swallowed him as long as he was and allowed him to shoot his seed down her throat.

Tonnie and Wallace later moved on to the real sex, after some more oral encouragement.

Tonnie first rode the king like a fierce stallion. The king was truly an adept learner. He seemed to listen to Tonnie’s moans and also seemed eager to please her. He was perhaps not wasted as a king but he sure would make great as a woman pleaser.

Wallace: Oh wow… this… this is amazing…

Tonnie: It sure is… Urgh… you are really good…

Tonnie moved his hands from her hips to her tits. And then she placed her hands behind her neck.

The king looked at her a little confused. Tonnie blinked at him and then closed her eyes. Wallace understood. He began to play with Tonnie’s tits. Some things made her moan, others made her silent.

The king understood that twisting her nipples was something she enjoyed. She also liked it when he massaged the very base of her boobs. But most of all, she liked it when combined the two, in a way making it like he was softly tearing into her soft fatty flesh.

She was indeed a marvelous lover. And Wallace soon understood that he was helping her towards an orgasm. Because soon the slinky woman began to move her hips in such a way that Wallace in the end couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He began to feel his muscles twerk under him as he once again released the tits of the woman, and fiercely grabbed her buttocks to get her in place. He rammed his cock inside of her, as he felt how she clambered down on him. He sprayed his cum inside of her.

Wallace was breathing heavily.

Tonnie was moving away from him, and with a tender and sensitive tongue she once again had the king ready to perform again in no time.

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The night was not short for the king.

Tonnie was a demanding lover to any man who her gaze fell upon. She was indeed very craving, but she always made it enjoyable for her lover.

And the King was more than eager.

After the first position of riding they seemed to proceed to the more funny and more beastialtic position of doggy.

Tonnie: Oh yes, oh yes… that’s it my King… fuck me… fuck me harder!

Wallace: Oh my gosh… oh my gosh… this is… this is amazing.

The light and shade made Tonnie’s curves into some of the most wonderful bubbly mountains of flesh you could ever imagine. Her golden tan made her come off as even darker in the shade of night.

Tonnie moved so her entire upper body rested on the mattress and she held her cheeks apart with her own hands to allow the king full view of what was tonight his property.

The king placed a hand on top of her ass and shifted between shooting into her pussy and forcing her to slide back onto his cock. Tonight - he was truly the king.

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After several orgasms in doggy it was clear to Tonnie that they had found the king's favorite position. They had gone at it for at least 2 hours now.

Tonnie was at present all the way on her stomach now and she was smiling and laughing. She was indeed enjoying herself. And the king was still fucking her like the dawn would never come.

Tonnie: Oh my gosh… my king… ah… aha… ahhhahahah! You are… you are certainly… very… very… enduring…

Tonnie began to giggle: How happy… you will make your… future queen…

The king leaned downwards and then… he did something Tonnie did not intend. He stole a kiss from her… At first Tonnie kissed him back… then she realized what she had done… she hesitated for a few seconds. Then she regained her composure and kissed him back again.

Wallace: Tonight… you are my queen…

Tonnie smiled and allowed him to move on. Every time he came, he came into her pussy. In a way… Tonnie wanted him to. She was unbelievably horny, and had been most of the week. She was usually turned on when she was out on a job, but this was somehow different.

Possibly it was because she was out in a different land, and was fucking a genuinely nice man who had just crowned her Queen for night.

What an honor.

Later the king had moved Tonnie onto her back so he could pummel her pussy with his cock. Tonnie truly felt how he plowed her with an impressive vigorous energy.

At long last… the King made a final shot of sperm so deep inside Tonnie’s pussy it made both him and her tremble under their combined orgasm.

Tonnie: Oh fuck… OH FUCK… Oh fuck that was good… Ugh… that was so good…!

Tonnie kissed the king but he seemed to have fallen asleep.

She giggled: Hehehe… well done your majesty…

Tonnie looked up into the top of the canopy bed. Her mirror looked down upon her. She smiled, and she wondered, how many women had been fucked in this very bed through the ages…? How many women had had a king on top of them after a long night of lovemaking…?

Tonnie felt a sense of pride, adding herself to that list.

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The next morning Tonnie removed her mask and slipped into her usual clothing. A tight and short pink dress with matching high heels.

She looked at the still sleeping king and smiled. He looked like he was having sweet dreams.

She looked over on the mantle and saw a desk with a pen and a paper. She simply drew the face of a smiling cat, a heart and wrote - Meow

He had to guess what that meant himself.

She walked out the king's door and was met by a pair of tall guards on the other side.

They both looked surprised at her.

She shushed them as they were about to ask her some questions.

Tonnie: His majesty is sleeping… he was wild tonight… so don’t disturb him.

Security Guard 1: Mam, how on earth did you get in here?

Tonnie: The king snuck me inside… Am I in trouble?

Tonnie made her eyes big and she genuinely looked worried.

The security guard didn’t look too pleased but he also seemed to be understanding.

Security Guard 2: No mam, you are not… but we seemed to oversee something last night. May we please escort you to the door.

It was an order not a suggestion.

They briskly walked Tonnie to the plaza and here they managed to get hold of a cap. It picked her up and the driver asked Tonnie where she wanted to go. She said the airport and he drove her there in a jiffy.

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In the airplane Tonnie might have thought back on the king a few times, but she didn’t really think too much about him. She was, after all, studying the letters from Maxwell. They had been addressed to what had to be King Wallace's father or grandfather.

Tonnie: I am gonna get ya, Maxwell… and the thing you stole…

The letter she was reading was from King Wallace's father to Maxwell. It was harsh in its tone and it was clear that Maxwell was not in the King’s favor.

It expressed all sorts of unpleasant feelings and thoughts and a stout warning of never returning to Rodigan again unless it was to return what was stolen from the people.

The next letter was an answer to that… and apparently… It was the end of the conversation… also… the letter had a symbol printed at the top. A symbol that was symbiotic with hate, intolerance and prejudice. The symbol, under which the armies of darkness had walked so long ago…

Tonnie felt a disgusted chill crawling up her spine… finally she had proof of whom Maxwell had made dealings with… and who he likely worked for.

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8 months later in Middleton.

Tonnie was walking around her house with a huge swollen belly.

Her best friend Ann had come over to visit her. She was sitting on the couch.

Ann: I can’t believe you Tonnie… pregnant with some guy who’s name you don’t even remember.

Tonnie: I do remember the name of the father…

Ann looked at Tonnie with a very telling look.

Tonnie: You just won't believe me if I told you.

Ann: Yeah right.

Tonnie: Besides… It was you we were supposed to talk about. Are you sure you want to marry this guy James Possible? I mean he seems nice but… I don’t really feel he is the one for you.

Ann: I know but… I have to. And also… maybe he will change… And, and… Oh my gosh Tonnie you are so big… are you expecting twins or something?

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The end.