The Punishment Fits the Crime...
The battle had raged on for hours. The great castle Fourclaws had been under siege for many years but until this one long battle it had stood strong. There were two reasons lords and dukes had been after this one particular castle. For one thing there was a treasure buried deep under the dungeons so vast that the legends told it looked endless as the oceans. Two, it had been told that a beautiful priestess lived high in the tower. Taking her and laying with her would grant the man eternal life, something Lord Kainus was most after no matter what the cost.
Kainus was a strong and influential leader of his people. In only five years he raised an army that conquered any and all that stood between him and his prize. Standing at 7 feet tall, the black haired stallion was built like the statues representing the Gods of his people. His mane flowed down the back of his pure black armor. His eyes shone red like rubies and his long face was perfectly formed. He had no flaws at all, save scars his enemies left on his body. He desired to remain leader of his people for eternity, so the idea of living forever was a fantasy he had more than once toyed with in his head. So when he heard there was a chance he could get his greatest wish he made his move.
After hours of fighting soldiers around the perimeter of the castle's great high walls the time had finally come to break down the doors and storm the gates. Kainus led his men inside once the two large steel doors had fallen to their battering ram strikes. They slew men, women and children in the streets outside the stone structure to get to the castle itself. Once inside the castle blood ran like water down the steps and walls. No one was to be left alive while looters were free to take what they please. Kainus was the only one allowed to proceed up the highest tower. He walked up a long set of spiral stairs, holes in the walls showed where stones from his trebuchets had struck the tower. His siege engineers would pay indeed for their poor aim.
When he finally arrived at the top of the tower Kainus was met with a sturdy looking steel door. He smirked and pulled out a small bottle his top alchemists had prepared for him. A single splash of the simple clear liquid melted the locking mechanism of the door allowing him to simply kick the door open. Inside the room was very plain, very clean and very simple. A single chair was placed by a window, and a twin size bed was set in the middle of the room. In the bed his soon to be lover rested. She was a very beautiful white cat in a very beautiful flowing white dress. A crystal tiara rested on top of her head and her eyes were a gorgeous icy blue. He knew right away that she was special because on her cheeks black markings shone from under her fur. The look on her face was one of pure fear and panic.
Kainus smirked and slammed the broken door shut then proceeded over to the bed stripping off his heavy armor from his body. Each piece of armor dinged loudly as it hit the cold stone floor. Seeing this large stallion strip before her as he strode toward her sent the poor thing into hysterics. Kainus let out a sigh of frustration knowing he had no time to let her calm down, so if she wouldn't submit then she would have to be taken by force. With ease the strong stallion forced the kitty priestess down so that he could rip the dress from her body. She was perfect from head to toe. All her curves were the right size in the right spots. Her hips were wide with plenty of cushioning. This would be fun...
Using straps of cloth from the dress Kainus bound the poor girl to the bed, her hands above her head strapped to the strong wood posts of the bed. The now naked stallion then moved down between her legs and lifted her hips up so his lips were inches from her sweet scented nether lips. As the kitten cried and begged him not to, Kainus merely chuckled evilly then touched his tongue's tip ever so lightly to her clitoris. Right away her body betrayed her and her lips began secreting a strongly scented female juice. He looked to see the girl frozen in place, tears half way down her cheeks, a blush formed under her cheek fur and her teeth nibbling on her lower lip. He smirked then used his tongue to lap up her lips slowly, eliciting a muffled moan from her.
The taste of her sweet juices was something unexpected. It was far better than the usual harem he chose from nightly. Her flowing natural lubricant was like nectar from a goddess. Closing his eyes Kainus lapped up and down her soft, warm lips slowly to savor the amazing taste he had found. The girl writhed and struggled against her bounds as she continued to cry, yet her moans flowed freely from her mouth. As the stallion licked on, the scent in his nostrils got to him. His large, thick phallus grew slowly from his loins until it pulsed against his chest slightly. The cat's tail, which had been writhing like the rest of her body, found the newly stiffened rod and slowly wrapped around it.
Kainus moaned when he felt his cock embraced by the flexible, fluffy appendage. It surprised him more when he felt the tail slowly stroke at his cock. As much as she cried and begged no, he could sense his lover was slowly submitting to his actions. Finally his lapping bore fruit. His face was suddenly soaked by her sweet smelling clear female cum. Lapping it up was like finishing off a finely prepared bowl of chocolate mousse, he savored every last drop. Once he had finished he heard soft sobbing coming from his kitten lover, which oddly turned the cold hearted stallion on more. He unwrapped his thick meat tower slowly like a precious package before moving up onto his knees and placing his thick tip at the warm moist lips of the cat below him.
She made one last plea, one last desperate cry, one last pitiful attempt to appeal to Kainus' better nature. Little did she know... he had no better nature. With one deep and forceful push Kainus had buried as much of his horse cock into the tight, virgin pussy of the crying feline priestess. A scream followed and then silence... complete and utter silence... and then a loud moan of pure ecstasy. The sound of ripping fabric filled his ears before Kainus felt her newly freed hands move to his back and grip his thick horse fur. He took the cue and began pumping into her at a slow, steady pace, his cock barely able to move in the tight pussy of this screaming pussy. With time her natural lube coated his hot horse shaft so that his thrusting became much less a hassle and much more a pleasurable experience.
Under him the shy, crying cat girl had transformed into a loud, moaning whore. Her wide hips accepting him like a long awaited friend, embracing his hips tightly so that he had barely enough slack to pull out of her. Between her moaning, her tightness and her eagerness to take more of his long, thick cock, Kainus was having a hard time keeping his composure. Soon he was moving faster and harder into the feline, her walls becoming more accepting of his enormous cock.
Finally her moans changed to those of a woman nearing her climax. Kainus took notice so he decided to hold back as long as he could so he could live a sick little fantasy he had of cumming with her. Thrust after thrust pushed both cat and stallion toward the edge of a cliff that he planned for them both to jump from together. Then suddenly the cat opened her blue eyes to show a bright mystical light shining from them. It actually sent a shrill of fear down Kainus' spine but then he felt a warm cover his shaft showing she had cum. He let himself finally explode within the cat and suddenly he let out a scream. His scream was not of pain, but one of fear as overwhelming energy flowed from inside his lover, through his cock, and into his own body.
Moments after it had passed, the feeling left him and he blacked out, his consciousness slipping away. What could have been hours, or could have been minutes, Kainus woke in the same bed where he had raped the feline priestess. A quick sleepy scan of the room revealed that she was gone. He wondered where she had gone for many days afterward, but soon settled into accepting that the deed had been done, and that she chose not to end him there as he slept, so he must be immortal.
A few hundred years later...
The great kingdom of Fourclaws had flourished. The end of war brought the beginning of economic growth and peace among the five kingdoms. The other seats of power passed from one to the next, to the next; all except the kingdom of Fourclaws. In their throne sat one man, a stallion actually, and an old one at that. The old king's body had decayed after the many years. Most of his beautiful fur has fallen free from his body. All of his strength had left him, leaving his body flabby and fat from over indulgence. His sight had left him many years ago so he could go no where without a guide, leaving him to wander about the castle for his own safety, never to explore the outside again. Needless to say, he cursed this wretched existence every day he woke up. Having the heart of a young man in his decaying form was torture unlike any he could have imagined
On the morning of his 346th birthday, King Kainus sat in his throne listening to the whispers of his guests and the pleasant music playing in his honor. Near the end of the festivities it was announced that a foreigner had come to pay respects to the king of Fourclaws Castle. Hushed whispers filled the room yet the king bayed them bring the guest in. Soon all went silent save for soft foot falls on his polished marble floor.
"The years have not done you well... your highness." The guest said in a soft, familiar female voice.
It took the old king several minutes to place the voice, but he eventually realized where he had heard it before. The voice now was not crying or begging, but it was the same.
"Y-you! How dare you come to this place!?" The old stallion demanded.
"Do not be so full of hatred. Did my body not please you your highness?" She replied, a smirking present in her voice.
"Look at me!" The old kind yelled out as he slowly stood on his feet, using a cane to hold himself up, "Your wretched cunt was supposed to grant me eternal life!"
"My gift was taken from me by a fool! You curse me for this when you got exactly what you desired!"
"This is not what I wished to become of me! I am decaying like an old beggar! My body fails while I live on!"
"You're a fool! My body granted eternal life to the man I laid with. You have eternal life! If eternal youth is what you desired then you are out of luck, highness."
"I do not want this! Reverse this you piece of shit whore!"
People around them all watch the exchange in shock and horror. Many are too young to remember the purpose of the war he waged as a young man, and those who were educated cannot believe their king speaks with such hatred.
"I was cursed by an evil warlock whom my father, the king you killed in this castle, had refused to give me to. The only way to reverse your condition... is to kill the youngest heir to your throne." She said then left the castle without another word.
The old king sat back down slowly into his large throne. The words rang in his ears. Kill the youngest heir to his throne... The only one of his family he truly cared for: his great-great-great-great grandson, Kainus IV. Living on any further would be too much for him to bear, but killing his youngest kin would forever stain his memory. His selfish nature overcame him however, and he ordered Kainus IV be brought before him. With mother following in toe behind the guards, screaming in pure agony for the return of her young foal, the guards brought forth the babe to the king. As the old ruler took hold of the babe in his arms he brought out a dagger from his belt.
"Not my baby! Please, don't kill your grandson my lord! He did nothing!" The young mare screamed, though her pleas went unheard.
With a silent apology to the babe and to his Gods, the king drove the dagger into the heart of the foal and ended its life. Gasps and screams of horror filled the large royal court room as the blood streamed down the front of the king's robes. Moments pass and the king remains alive, dead foal in his arms. At that moment he realizes he had been taken for the fool a second time and his cry of agony could be heard all the way to the mountains outside the kingdom.
Outside the castle walls the priestess listens to the cries from within and a sadistic smile spreads across her face. She then left the kingdom of Fourclaws forever.
Lessons: No means no. Women can be vicious. Karma is a bitch.