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Two guards storm into the room, each of them dressed up in leather armor. One of them, a grizzled orc, who might have had some ogre blood in him, he's that ugly. He stares her down with a snarl on his face. The other is a lithe figure, a catfolk, young, inexperienced, and a calico who has a heart-shaped black spot over one of his violet eyes. While the orc stands in a ready and threatening position, the calico grasps his sword hilt, his legs shaking and teeth chattering.

"Waa youu waaii foooo!" Vijaya shouts "kiilll rrrr!"

The orcish guard roars, charging forward, bloodlust in his eyes and frothing savage spittle froths from his lips as he stomps into the audience chamber.

Kret brushes her fingers along Vijaya's cheek, a small orb forming at her index fingertip.

Vijaya's pupil shrinks as the bright thing passes through his vision. He may not be a mage himself, but he knows damn well what's coming up.

Before he could even shout "loook ooooow!," Kret points her finger straight at the orc and says, "Burn." The tiny mote of light fires from her fingertip, careening through the air before it collides square against the guard's chest. The moment it makes contact, the fireball explodes, causing the guard to scream like he was in the inferno itself before he collapses to the ground on his knees and finally falls forward, a charred mass.

The feline guard stands with his mouth agape, his shaking losing all control, and a small stain marring his uniform pants.

"You," Kret says pointing to him.

The calico's eyes snap to the kobold's, gripping onto his sword with one hand, and trying to cover up his shame with the other. "M...-me?" he squeaks.

She doesn't say anything, but curls her finger. Vijaya growls between her legs, but she sends a zap across his tongue, which makes him groan in surprise, pain, and annoyance before shutting up.

The catboy steps forward slowly in an awkward step, his eyes trailing over the charred corpse of the veteran guard. When Kret snaps her fingers, he mews and runs up to her.

She points to his sword belt and commands. "Drop it!"

He does as she says, undoing the belt, and letting the sword clatter to the floor. Of course, the ill-fitting guard's outfit starts to slide down his body and he grabs his pants, whining slightly in the embarrassment.

"You see this hat?" Kret says, pointing to Vijaya's former headdress. "I'm your boss now!" She punctuates this by shoving Vijaya up against her again, the kobold groaning and holding tight to keep himself from falling over onto her.

The cat nods his understanding. "Y... you want something of me, boss?"

Vijaya growls.

Kret slaps him in the back of the head. "Strip."

"S... strip!?" he repeats.

Her eyes begin to glow.

The cat hisses and stumbles back, letting go of his trousers. His shirt is so long that it covers him up, but he wastes no time in stripping. it He unhooks his helmet and undoes his armor, letting them fall to the floor in a clatter and a thump. With the speed only a scaredy cat can muster, he throws off his top, showing off his full spotted and furred body. His right side is patterned brown and black, and on his left, just over his heart, is another heart-shaped black spot His hands clasped between his legs to hide his shame. Whimpering, the cat guard looks down and sobs a little.

"That's so unbecoming," Kret growls. "I'm not going to kill you, not unless you try to hurt me. We're just going to show this little bitch a little lesson."

"Hnhoom?" Vijaya says, trying to grab onto her again and pull himself away, but she shoves him back into her by the horns.

"He's got a good tongue," she huffs, "but he wants to use it for useless things like talking, see. I'm Kret, by the way, but you can call me 'Boss'."

The cat guard nods quickly and opens his mouth saying "I-I'm -"

"Stuff it. I don't care. But you're getting a promotion today. You're now officially my lackey.

The cat frowns, "W... what do you want me to do, boss?"

"Simple," Kret smiles, a big, toothy grin. "You're going to walk on the other side of this bitch, and then you're going to lift up his tail, and finally..." she licks her tongue along her maw.

"...you're going to fuck him in the ass."

Vijaya, breaks free from the sorcerous Kobold's slit with enough time to shout. "Don't you DARE!"

But Kret rolls her eyes. "Alright, fuckboy,. get to his legs and flip him over. Now, dammit!"

The cat runs behind the struggling Vijaya, his soft footpads padding and tapping along the floor as he makes his way to Vijaya's other side. He grabs the squirming kobold by the ankles and spins him right round..

Vijaya finds his world flip-turned upside down as the two assaulters hold him up in the air, dangling belly-up. But Kret drops him, and he crashes onto the floor. He sees spots, but doesn't have time to really think about the pain before the cat boy drops him as well, making him land right on top of his tail.

The cat bites his lip and looks away from her, though the slight twitch in his loins tells her she hits a nerve.

"Back when I worked as a... ugh... seamstress," she begins, running a hand up over one of her frills. "I had my fair share of cats. They weren't too safe with how they handled me, either. Boss had to ban them after awhile. There's only so much a cure potion can do before it becomes too expensive to even matter anymore. I bet you've been looking for some action with something brave enough to take that pointy thing well... I'm giving you consent to shove it in my slave!"

The catboy looks up back to her, then down to where her eyes now rest. He gulps as he sees his own red tapered tip emerge from the slit, showing that on some perverse level, even Vijaya was not too broken up about his current situation.

Kret laughs, rocking her hips back and forth to rub her slit over the kobold slave's tongue. "Ha! Look at that. Did you keep that snake freak of yours just so she could fuck ya? Oh, I bet you did. Wouldn't blame you, she was a good lay."

The catboy gulps as he looks at the little kobold he holds in his hands. He's one of the few guys he had ever seen that was actually smaller than him, but none of them sported the same wicked talons that curl from Vijaya's big toes. He imagines that they could skin him alive if Vijaya deemed it acceptable. What would he do to a guy about to stick it in his pooper?

Vijaya has stopped flailing at this point. Any thoughts he had about defending himself against the cat's cock fall into the abyss as Kret brings Aelis back up.