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[countthecats]

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a little after their conversation

[crowned_clown]

Hello, Mr. Cat King!

The Admiral agreed that you should be able to transform from a cat to a human shape.

Re: a little after their conversation

[countthecats]

...he did, did he?

What's the catch?

[He doesn't trust this.]

Re: a little after their conversation

[crowned_clown]

I don't believe there is any.

He agreed that it's unfair that you're stuck in a form the Barge isn't set up for.

[hippie_ninja]

I need to talk to you about something.

[countthecats]

You do, do you? Who are you and why should I care?

[hippie_ninja]

I'm Jesus Rovia, I'm a Custodial supervisor, and I want you off my team. You're taking up valuable space.

NSFW

[countthecats]

((Continued from here))

"Oh, I think that can be arranged." Carrying real, physical items around - unlike the clothes and jewelry that are part of his transformation magic - is a little tricky for someone who spends a good part of his time as a cat. But today they're lucky, because he does have a little tube of lube tucked away in one of his pockets. "Against this door, against the wall, bent over one of the chairs... I'm sure we can get even more creative, if we really try."

His hands find Norton's waistband, and he feels his way along until he finds a zipper, buckle, button. Whatever will get him a way in.

[pharadyne]

Norton reaches down to help get his trousers open faster, although how much he helps and how much he just gets in the way is debatable. But between them, belt is undone and trousers unzipped and Norton is eagerly pushing trousers and underpants down below his hips.

"Oh goody, give me that many options and I'm going to have a hard time choosing." He slides his hand over the front of the Cat King's trousers then, letting himself have a feel before he moves to unfasten the button.

[countthecats]

"Who says we have to choose?" He's a hedonist at heart, and a creature of deep and powerful desires. He doubts this will be the last time their paths cross, if Norton is so hungry for it after a single kiss. "It would be sweet, spending all night learning what drives you wild."

The word ends in a husky growl as Norton's hand slides over his cock, already straining against the fabric of his pants. What a day to forego the kilt. But nothing he wears is very fiddly, so it's not long before he, too is free. He palms the lube from his pocket before tossing his pants aside, then steps close to the other man, sliding a demanding hand between his thighs. "Something tells me I don't need to be too gentle with you," he purrs.

NSFW

[countthecats]

((cont. from here))

One hour, Abel had said. So the Cat King gives him an hour, and a few minutes more, before strolling into the hot tubs. Enough time to make Abel just start to wonder if he's going to show up at all. But here he is, in all his glory. He's not a fan of wardens in general, but this one is exceptionally fun to play with - his buttons are so easy to push, and he responds so easily. It's not as deep as the games he can play with Iago, but it's good fun, and makes him feel like he's giving the whole system a big middle finger.

He goes slightly subtler than a thong, but the low-cut swim trunks still leave little to the imagination. He strolls right up to the edge of the hot tub and crosses his arms, grin crooked and charming. "You really think you can get me in the water?"

Re: NSFW

[inthebiblicalsense]

Abel still has the same suit he'd been wearing from the cruise, the inseam shorter than the shorts he wears for work, lined for that tiniest bit of modesty and comfort. But he's neglected to take his white tshirt off and its sticking to him, practically transparent.

He hadn't waited long, actually. He'd expected him to be late and had taken a quick shower before he'd come down even if he's sure that he'd need to take one after.

When he does show, Abel's smile is still just as delighted to see him as if he didn't know they're playing a game. "I think I can. I just have to figure out how to make it worth it to you."

Re: NSFW

[countthecats]

He looks good. Not good enough to get wet over. Not yet. He puts a hand on his hip and cocks his head to one side, still smiling.

"Well, go on then, don't make me wait. I get bored terribly easily, you know." A cat is still a cat, after all. Especially when it's about something he's not too enthused about to begin with.

NSFW/dubcon

[countthecats]

[cont'd from here]

And Abel's pants are off, out of the way. Good. "No biting," the Cat King replies breathily, as he starts to trail down the other man's chest, kissing along his abs and belly. He's not in a rush - he wants to drive this man wild, to make him forget why he ever thought to deprive himself of this.

He kneels, shifting one of Abel's legs up over his shoulder so he has access to his pretty ass. He runs his tongue along his cock, kissing the head, as he pulls lube from his pocket and squeezes a generous amount on his fingers, then reaches up to tease his entrance, running his fingers in gentle circles around his rim. "Ready to see what these fingers can do?" he murmurs, nuzzling against Abel's balls. Eager to make the boy scream for him.

Spam

[queen_anne_chonk]

[Per her discussion with Hanna, Donut paws at the door to the Cat King's room]

Re: Spam

[countthecats]

The door, she might be surprised to find, is actually a cat flap, and opens to her pawing easily. The cabin inside is dimly lit, a short hall that opens up into a round room filled with beds, scratchers, and perches. A few toys lay scattered about, and there's a little room off to the side that appears to house the litterboxes - well kept, though of course her nose can still tell.

The Cat King is hard to spot at first, until an orange tail flicks in the opening to one of the covered beds. He's hunkered in there, next to his communicator, back to the door.

Re: Spam

[queen_anne_chonk]

Oooh.

Donut's eyes grow wide with envy as she paws at one of the jingly balls on the floor. No! She won't be distracted!

Mentally and physically dragging herself away from the toys, she continues to walk up. She spies the tail, wiggles her little butt, and pounces for it.

Audio

[falkeditupagain]

[He doesnt think that CK is in the mood to chat, but he'd feel bad about not telling him at least now that he's up. He saw the messages on the network and figures CK probably skipped the fun with how he is still showing as fine on his item.

His voice is a little raspy, but he tries to sound cheery at least.]

Hey, just heads up I'm gonna be down a few days. You need anything though, I'm still your guy.

Re: Audio

[countthecats]

What've you gotten yourself into this time.

[CK sounds annoyed. If it hasn't involved Iago's name, he hasn't been reading the network.]

Re: Audio

[falkeditupagain]

Oh...uh, you know that butler guy? He decided it was his turn to throw a tantrum and murdered like...I think the count is at 14? Could be more. I kind of skimmed before I took a nap.

[It was a very successful tantrum.]

I dont think anyone of yours got caught in the chaos though.

[knowmyplace]

After he reads the letter, Iago tries not to sprint to CK's door. It takes everything in him to keep his pace...sane.

He kneels down by the door, though, the letter clutched in his hand. "Cat King," he calls through.

[countthecats]

It's a voice the Cat King's been hoping to hear. Been dreading. Assumed he'd never hear again. He has a guess as to why Iago's here, knowing his warden's allergy to keeping his nose out of other peoples' business.

There's a long stretch of silence before he answers.

"...I'm here."

[knowmyplace]

He sighs. "Will you come out?" he grumbles because he can hardly fit himself there.

CKs sacrifice

[falkeditupagain]

Hanna has been trying his best to avoid the bullshit during this flood, and thankfully he's managed to succeed rather well! Not affected, trying his best to look out for the people who warned him about their other selves...

But sitting in the gazebo, his pocket starts to move of it's own accord. Which...hasnt happened before. Reaching in, the crumpled paper fortune teller is moving, the creases immediately fixing themselves when it isnt smooshed and one of the flaps lifts to inform him that The Cat King is dead in the hall, with a note of self-defense used prior.

It started and was over in minutes. He almost trips over himself as he gets up, grabbing Atticus and making a run for it to the spot.

His arrival is a little delayed, having realized that who ever killed his inmate is clearly still stalking the halls, but from the blood trail it looks like hes gone up the stairs, and Hanna can finally get to the small body of the cat on the floor. He's careful when he scoops him up, and he does a check to make sure there are none of his court around injured either, before he steals them back to his own cabin, shutting the door.

The request comes quick, Hanna attempting to get CK comfortable in a borrowed cat bed, the one he usually sees him in, and waits, washing his hands of his blood as he does so.

Re: CKs sacrifice

[countthecats]

The Cat King's body has been... there's no better way to put it than skewered, though whatever weapon was used is nowhere to be seen. It was an ugly death, to be sure. A violent one.

He'd never have brought his Court into that, even if they do have protective collars.

It's not long after the request that he jolts awake in the bed, gasping in a ragged breath as he tries to push his sore, stiff body upright on legs that don't really want to respond to his. "Iago!" The name comes out a hoarse croak. "Where- where's Iago?!"

Re: CKs sacrifice

[falkeditupagain]

Having just been drying his hands off, he perks up at the sound and moves to make himself available. Which, before he gets there he is grabbing Atticus again because god dammit.

"Shit. All I saw was you." He looks back to the door, unsure how easily he could drag Iago's body here if he was also injured... he doesn't know if his warden is compromised so calling isn't exactly advised but if he needs to? He'll get the man up here. It'll happen.

"Where was he? I'll go look, I'll bring him back here, promise."