Treacherous Schemes

Straining against the chains tightened around his wrists, Karl slammed his foot onto the wooden pillar that he was anchored to, the young lion's fangs peeking out in anger while he kicked and yanked on the loud chains, managing to accomplish nothing except tiring himself out. The 14 year old cub groaned in frustration, slumping onto the ground to gather his breath and ready himself for another attempt to escape his bindings, looking around the old and musty cellar he was imprisoned inside of. The boy was a Prince, used to luxury and comfort, now forced to sit on a filthy floor, his mane matted against his head, what used to be his lavish outfit now nothing more than a pile of tattered rags, the regal colours of the clothes hidden underneath a layer of dirt and mud. Karl had been on a journey at the edge of his family's kingdom, taking the risk of running into the bandits that enjoyed pillaging the much more rural parts of his lands. He had been warned many times by his retinue of personal guards that wandering so far away from any larger cities would tempt fate, that straying from areas regularly patrolled by his soldiers would only lead to damnation, but the lion had chosen not to take heed of the advice. His stubbornness was born out of the boy's search for love, his quest for a suitable suitor leading him all over his lands, rural or otherwise, eager to meet any and all available noblewomen. Karl was in a hurry to establish his own family due to him soon coming of age, allowing him to inherit the title of the King from his late father and take over the kingdom. Since he was deemed still too young by the time that his dad passed away, the Queen was put in charge of the lands until he matured enough, and the young lion hoped that a proper girl by his side might convince his mother, Cassandra, of his readiness. He still didn't want to settle for any old hag however, as he had the same male urges coursing through his veins as any other boy his age, driving him to roam the lands in search of the perfect candidate who might offer her hand to him. Unfortunately for the lion, his party was attacked while on the road between two small villages, taking his personal guard by utter surprise, a swift and bloody fight decimating his side until only he was left standing. With his men cut down in mere minutes, Karl had no choice but to surrender to the attackers, allowing himself to be captured. He had assumed that he'd simply be ransomed back to his mother for a hefty sum of coin, but the little Prince's misfortunes only continued stacking, as the band of soldiers who had attacked him were no mere bandits at all, their actions dictated by desires much higher than opportunistic greed. 

Panting lightly as he sat with his back against the wooden beam, his arms hanging limp above his head, Karl looked around the cellar he was imprisoned in, trying to find anything that might help him to get out. The room was almost pitch black, only a small ray of sunshine poking through the only tiny window just barely above ground level, every shift from the feline kicking up dust that glimmered in the light as he tried in vain to find a comfortable position to rest. He had been locked up only for less than a day, yet he still felt like he was nearing his breaking point already, the pampered teen's usual luxuries having softened him up quite a bit. Sitting still, the lion's ears perked up at some sudden sounds of footsteps and odd clicking coming from behind the cellar door, his heart picking up slightly as he quickly stood up, nervous about what his captors might want with him now. No matter how hard he tried to push his worried to the back of his mind, stories of the torture and humiliation that bandits tended to subject their prisoners to gnawed on his nerves like a pack of ravenous rats, the young Prince suddenly regretting being so nosy about his guards' previous exploits on the field. Gulping anxiously, the boy stared at the door as a key was turned in the rusty lock, the hinges giving a piercing creak as the large door opened up, a figure stepping into the cellar, a click of a cane hitting the stone floor accompanying each step. Karl peered into the darkness, trying to make out who was approaching him, having to wait until his captor was but a few steps away from him and in the beam of light shining through the window until he recognised the man, his eyes widening with surprise and horror. Stepping into the light was an old fox, his fur greying on the edges, his whiskers curled and one of his eyes left half-blind by his military career at a younger age, his tall body wrapped in a black cloak and a hand clutching a wooden cane. The canine was none other than Arthur, the advisor to Karl's late father, a man who had quickly fled the kingdom after the regent's suspicious death a handful of years back, suspected of having played a pivotal part in the King's passing as well as the rebellion that had ignited afterwards. Karl recognised the fox even though he had only been five years of age the last time that the two saw one another, remembering the treacherous advisor mentoring and even occasionally babysitting him. Seeing the glint of recognition in the Prince's eyes, Arthur smirked, leaning both his hands on his cane, 
"It's been a while since we last met, Karl. I do hope you forgive me for missing the quiz I was supposed to administer to you, I know you studied very hard for it. I unfortunately had to leave your father's court due to the… rising tensions that I didn't very much enjoy~"

Karl had to fight through the shock of seeing the old fox before he could get any words out of his mouth, his surprised expression quickly morphing into a steely look of defiance, so as not to give any appearance of being in a disadvantaged position, as his diplomatic studies kicked in. All reports about the traitor had said that Arthur had fled beyond the oceans and to faraway lands after the failed coup, the boy having expected to never again have to worry about the canine. Standing as proud as he could with chains around his wrists and the stink of a commoner clinging to his fur, the lion narrowed his eyes and snarled, 
"You've made your last mistake, Arthur! I'll see to it that you'll lose your head for killing my father! I'll have your corpse tossed to the pigs for imprisoning me!" 
Seemingly not even hearing the cub's yelling, Arthur grinned and walked in circles around the Prince, staying just out of his reach while Inspecting him from all angles, 
"Your father might've been a pig headed idiot in his later years, but I want you to know that I've always liked you, Karl. That's why you'll have the honour of being my trojan horse~" 
Before the feline could question what the man meant, Arthur whispered out a few words in a language completely incomprehensible to the boy, his stare suddenly drifting off of the fox and down to the ground as his limbs stiffened up, his head drooping down,
"Wh… wha…" 
"Just listen to my words, let them soak into your head~" 
The traitor continued the chanting as Karl could feel himself slipping away, his mental defenses worn down by the imprisonment and shock, the fox's magical words worming their way into his brain, carving out a home whether he wanted them to or not. Struggling and whimpering, the lion slowly slumped down, hanging by his arms as his consciousness was wiped off to the side, a whole new mind inserted behind the curtains, his eyes finally going blank. Arthur stared at the unconscious teen with a smirk, having selected his spells very carefully, making sure to keep the Prince's original mind still intact while his will was stewing just below the surface, ready to reveal itself as soon as the boy was in the perfect position. He leaned down to Karl's ear, patting the lion on the back, 
"I'm afraid I don't quite have the patience to wait until you're in position to become the King, but you will still serve me well~" 
The hollow click of the fox's cane rang out across the basement as Arthur turned away and walked off, leaving Karl to recuperate from the spell he had laid on the cub, him and his men vacating the hideout only minutes after, setting the trap that he hoped would give him control of the entire kingdom. 

After the Prince's expected arrival to their destination never materialised, runners were dispatched within the day, informing the court of the situation, leading to troops being raised by Karl's mother to search for him. Acting on the boy's last known location as well as a few tips from the local townsfolk, the rescue party came across the small hut located in the middle of a forest that was used as Arthur's hideout. Storming the place, the band of soldiers discovered the young royal still hanging from the wall, unconscious but otherwise unhurt, no signs of his captors anywhere in the vicinity. Karl was cut free and quickly taken to the nearest village, a physician from a nearby town riding over to check the lion out, confirming that he was indeed uninjured, eventually waking up after almost half a day of deep sleep. Confused and disoriented, the cub had absolutely no memory of what had happened after the attack on his party, his mind simply going blank from the moment that he first saw bandits riding towards him from all sides. With Karl having no idea of who was behind his capture, and no one else being aware of Arthur's involvement in the entire affair, the attack was simply written off as the work of one of the local groups of bandits. The officers in charge of the rescue efforts theorised that the people responsible for capturing the Prince didn't have any idea of his importance until the deed had already been done, and that they just left him behind to be found in the hopes that the Queen wouldn't bring down the might of the entire Kingdom on their heads. The theories didn't much matter for Karl or Cassandra however, both lions simply overjoyed at his safe recovery, a heavy detachment of soldiers riding out from the royal castle to retrieve the boy and bring him back to his home. Arriving near dawn, the still weakened Prince saw his mother already waiting for him at the main entrance, her arms open as he limped over, the two felines embracing for almost a minute straight before she quickly whisked him away to rest and recuperate. 

Everyone in the court, the boy not least of all, hoped that Karl's memories might resurface after a few days of recovering from the kidnapping, but he couldn't remember a single second of his time as a captive no matter how hard he pushed for his mind to cooperate with him. The court's physician concluded that the little lion most likely lost his memory due to the trauma of the encounter, and that it might or might not come back to him with due time, no one even suspecting that his ailment might have a more sinister cause behind it. On the third day of his recovery however, Karl began feeling slightly odd, starting off the day with a slight tingle in the back of his neck, as if he was being watched. The sense of dread intensified throughout the day, leaving the cub cooped up in his bedroom, tossing and turning underneath his blanket as he tried to nap, hoping that it might help ease his stormy mind. In his sleep however, the traitorous fox's reprogramming finally resurfaced and meticulously did its task, overwriting Karl's personality and consciousness as he laid in bed, twitching like he was having a bad nightmare. His subconsciousness tried to put up a fight but to no avail, the spell on him having had plenty of time to subtly tinker with and prepare his mind for a new master, the final dregs of the feline's consciousness getting locked up tight before he had the chance to wake up. Hours later, Karl opened his eyes, though a deeper study of his determined and deceitful gaze might've revealed that he was no longer the same boy that had gone to sleep earlier during the day, even if he still shared all of the memories. He sat up with a soft gasp, taking a moment to get properly oriented, blinking slowly a few times before pushing himself up and out of the bed, stretching his limbs as he walked over to a window. He could see that the sun was already down, a light rain drumming against the glass as he scanned the castle wall he had an angle on, seeing the dim light of a fireplace and candles still glowing in one window just below his mother's bedroom, a grin on his face as he reached for his clothes, staring at the outline of a woman cloaked in the glow. 

Out of his pyjamas, Karl headed out of his room and towards the other end of the castle, most of the court already asleep, only a few servants and guards still up through the night, mostly toiling away in the many backrooms of the place. The cub made his way to a small study directly below his mom's bedroom, a place he knew that the Queen enjoyed spending much of her time in, guessing that he'd be able to find her there even now. Seeing the door ajar, the Prince stepped in and quietly nudged it closed behind him, using a few small bookcases and the dim lighting to sneak deeper, pulling out a book and peeking through to see Cassandra sitting down at a table at the centre of the study, a candle in front of her casting a long shadow behind her as her eyes darted across the old book splayed open in front of her. She had on a short red dress that left her shoulders bare and let the top of her bosom peek out, slightly less flashy than her usual regal fare, though even the sleepwear was incredibly fancy when compared to the most expensive dresses that a commoner would generally own. Focused on her book, squinting in the candlelight, Cassandra didn't notice her son skulking towards her until she felt a soft huff against the back of her neck, her hair standing on end as she raised her stare, a hand on her shoulder finally forcing a startled squeak from her as she spun her head around. 

The Queen saw Karl standing right behind her, a soft smirk on his muzzle as she gasped in relief, laying a hand on her breast and chuckling as she shook her head, 
"Karl, don't you dare sneak up on me like that again~!" 
She grabbed her son's hand, giving his arm a stroke before pulling out a chair next to her, beckoning for the boy to sit down, 
"Having a difficult time getting any sleep?"
Karl nodded, 
"Well, we're on the same boat then. I thought a little reading might help me out, but now I've simply tired out my eyes in addition to my sleeplessness."
The lioness sighed softly, patting her son on the knee as he sat down, noticing that his eyes hadn't ever strayed from her. She didn't give the slightly odd behaviour much thought, at least not until the cub leaned forwards and returned the favour of her touch by placing a hand on her thigh, the touch alone making her involuntary blush lightly, 
"Mother, I left my home in search of a suitor, someone who might complete my life and bear my children. I should never have done that however, not because of the bandits, but because I had been ignoring the perfect woman this whole time. A woman more beautiful, intelligent, and refined than anyone else in these lands, a woman who had been right in front of me this whole time~"
Cassandra's eyes widened as she put a hand over her mouth, 
"K… Karl… you're not saying…?" 
"Mother, I can't think of anyone besides you that I'd wish to spend my life with~" 
Before she'd had the chance to parse out what exactly her son was saying, he leaned on her legs and reached his muzzle up to kiss her on the lips, her tail shooting up towards the ceiling as she squealed with surprise once more. 

Cassandra shivered gently as her son pressed against her lips tighter, standing up from his seat and putting both hands on her shoulders, caressing her body as the pair kissed. She was too taken back to return his embrace, but she didn't have any intention of trying to get the boy to stop either, simply trying to get her head to catch up with the twist that her night had taken. The lioness didn't quite know what to make of the whole thing, understanding well the taboo nature of taking her own cub, not even half of her age, as her husband. Though on the other hand, keeping one's bloodlines pure certainly wasn't unheard of when it came to royal lineages in the lands. Her twisting mind was sent for yet another ride as she suddenly felt Karl going even further, his tongue momentarily grazing her lips before sliding past them and into her maw, playing with her fangs and caressing her own tongue as she blushed, left speechless for a handful of seconds as his muzzle finally pulled away, 
"G… goodness… where did you learn that?" 
The lion replied by leaning against her lap, sliding a hand underneath her dress and feeling up her thigh, watching her blush intensifying until her face matched the shade of her outfit as he smirked, 
"I've learned many things outside of the walls of this castle, but I'd imagine all of my teachers are nothing but inexperienced whelps when compared to what all you could still teach me in your bedchambers~" 
"Oh, Karl…~" 
"So, what say you? Let me accompany you to bed this night, and I can show you everything I've learned so that you might tutor me~" 
Feeling her heart thumping in her ears, the Queen couldn't help but to cast a quick glance between the boy's legs, confirming that his offer was genuine, and that he certainly seemed to be as much of a man as his father was. Melting under the cub's playful hands, moaning softly as his fingers gently kneaded her chest, Cassandra finally pushed herself away, her chair scraping against the floor as she stood up, panting and blushing, 
"N… no. Not here… someone might see us…" 
The woman took her son's hand, staring into his eyes for a brief moment while quickly adjusting her dress, trying to make it seem as if she hadn't been fondled from head to toe before she took off in a fast walk, leading the Prince out of the study. 

The mother and son pair walked hand in hand through the dim corridors of the castle, Cassandra's eyes darting around as she hoped that none of her servants would see her, the cub's gaze completely focused on her body. She led the boy over to the royal bedchambers, a room that she'd had to sleep all alone in ever since the death of the King, the incredibly luxurious room even dwarfing that of the Prince's. The lioness shut the door and locked it with a heavy iron key as soon as they were both inside, setting the key down with a slight huff as she looked at Karl sitting down on the bed. The Queen was getting nervous  for the first time in decades about laying with a man, feeling like a tiny little kitten again, her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths as she sat down next to her son. The boy immediately crawled up behind her, undoing her dress and slowly peeling it off of her, revealing first her bare chest and then her belly, her hands squeezing the soft mattress as the dress dropped to the floor and only her panties were left to hide her nethers,
"Oh my… you've… really grown into a confident young man~" 
Cassandra heard the young feline chuckle quietly, his muzzle pressed against the back of her neck as his hands danced up and down her body, feeling up her tits and squeezing her ass while she moaned. The woman hadn't ever seen such a daring side of her son, guessing that his close shave with the bandits had brought forth some change, unaware that the male in her bed was only Karl on the very surface level. The cub moved out from behind his mom, stepping in front of her and licking his lips as he threw off his shirt and clutched his pants, slowly pulling them down while staring at the Queen, 
"Take off your panties~!" 
The pair simultaneously pushed down their underwear, Cassandra's eyes widening as she saw the boy's cock flip up towards his belly, a drop of wet forming on her pussy lips as she squirmed around, biting her lip as her slit gently rubbed against the silk sheets, unable to take her gaze off of the girthy cub, 
"My, you really do… resemble your father in many ways~" 

Karl kicked off his pants and stepped forwards, letting his mom take his cock into her hands as she chuffed happily, her tail rising in excitement while she stroked his shaft, milking a few drops of precum onto her fingers. Cassandra couldn't deny that she'd certainly missed a man's company ever since she lost her husband, her female needs having taken a backseat in order for her to focus on running the kingdom. Feeling the boy throb in her hands, the months and years of held back lust all suddenly surfaced all at once, driving her wild as she took in his masculine scent. Panting lightly, Karl watched the lioness fondle his shaft and ballsack for a few moments before eventually letting go, crawling onto the bed and laying on her side, her mound peeking between her deliciously thick thighs as she motioned for her son to follow. He did exactly that, laying down on his dad's side of the bed, leaning on a pile of pillows as he gave his dick a few strokes, smirking while Cassandra pushed her muzzle onto his lap. The Queen took a few moments to thoroughly explore her son's crotch with her nose, one hand gently kneading his girth while she gave his balls a tongue bath, bringing her soft lips up to his tip as she purred. Karl struggled to keep his eyes from squeezing shut as his mother took in his tip, slowly sinking her maw deeper, using the expertise she'd gained from many nights of tending to the previous King's stress. The lioness couldn't help but to writhe around while sucking off the cub, humping her cunt against the bed and letting her juices soak into the bedsheets, feeling more needy than she'd ever been in her life. She couldn't quite explain why, but she almost felt as if the Prince was much more mature than she knew he was, as if there were many decades of life behind his eyes as he stared down at her with a toothy grin. Almost halfway down the boy's cock, the Queen gave a muffled yelp as he suddenly grabbed onto her head, driving him the rest of the way down and plunging her snout into his pubic fur, her eyes rolling back in bliss after the first hit of surprise as she wheezed against his girth. He let his cock linger in the woman's throat for a second, waiting just long enough for her to run out of breath before pulling back and giving it to her twice as hard, wrapping his legs around her back to better yank her down as he ploughed her muzzle. Cassandra wasn't exactly used to being treated like a backstreet whore, but she was loving every second of it, throwing herself to the boy's whims as she choked down his manhood, shivering with a need for more as the first squirt of cum gushed down her throat and into her belly. 

Struggling to handle the size of her boy's load, moaning with her cheeks full as she swallowed as much as she could, the rest draining down her chest and staining her meticulously cared for coat. Karl made sure to stay hilted in her throat until he'd emptied his sack, letting go of his mom's head and allowing her to finally slip off of his cock, leaving her gasping as cum dripped down her lips. The lioness had expected a moment to rest after drinking down the cub's seed, but he instead shoved her onto her back, climbing on top of her and pushing both of her legs to her sides, letting her see that he was still rock hard before quickly shoving his shaft between her wet pussy lips. Cassandra meowled like an alley cat in heat as she took the little Prince's not-so-little pole, his hands lurching forwards to squeeze and play with her tits, his first thrust already reaching her cervix. The Queen had no idea how he had the stamina to immediately start breeding her only seconds after spraying his cum down her gullet, the cub seemingly not even getting slightly winded as he rammed into her like a stud. She dismissed his inexhaustible energy as Karl just being a horny teen, remembering what his father and her were like back then. The lioness on the other hand felt like she was on the cusp of passing out, surprised at just how exhausted she already felt, simultaneously seeming extra sensitive between her legs, every buck from the cub forcing her to howl in bliss. 

Karl heaved into his mother's cunt again and again as she squirmed under him, feeling her getting more exhausted by the minute, her walls clamping around his member while she squealed and squirted. He showed no signs of slowing down, pounding at her pussy and wearing her down, a wicked grin on his face the whole time. Cassandra had already orgasmed twice by the time her womb finally welcomed her son's seed, the first spray of cum making her sigh in relief, having been able to just barely hold on. Much to her shock however, the boy paused only for a few seconds to enjoy her slit spasming around his shaft before quickly going right back to his thrusting, his jabs as they were both mid-orgasm sending her into a fit of whimpers and yelps, the sheer pleasure and fatigue almost overcoming her. The teen went on for hours, seeing the sun starting to peek over the trees, his mother's womb overflowing to the point that every slam sent a gush of his sticky love onto the bed. Recognising that the woman was on the brink of giving up, wanting her defenses to wane just a sliver more, Karl finally revealed his true intentions, whispering into her ear, 
"My master may not be close enough to take over your mind, but once you're worn down enough it won't matter. His influence will force you to abdicate the throne to me, and you won't even remember these words~"
The cub gave the aghast Queen a nibble on her neck as she gasped, feeling the last wisps of her strength slipping away as Arthur's dark influence bore into her brain, implanting itself just as it had done to her son, not strong enough to overwrite her will but enough to subtly nudge her thoughts. She felt horrified, both at what was going on but even more so at the fact that she wouldn't remember any of it come morning, her eyes staring into Karl's unfamiliar gaze until they slowly closed, one last thrust into her cunt giving her womb another filling as the young lion whispered into the unconscious Queen's ear, 
"Don't worry, my love. I'll take good care of you, and you'll bring forth my brood~" 
Karl pulled out, standing back to watch as Cassandra's gaping lips leaked white all over the bedsheets, her body still besides a slight tremble in her legs and the slow rising of her chest with her breath.