The Kings Dinner
One Shot Short Story
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Content warning
This story contains the following subject matter
~Rape~
~Adult on Cub Sex~
~Size Play~
~kidnapping~
~Torture~
And
~Implied Vore~
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Touchy or sensitive readers, ye be warned
If any of this subject matter bothers or offends you, don’t read past this point, or be ready to forfeit any right to be angry at me for the contents of this story
Now for those of you I haven’t scared off please enjoy =p
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It was the latter half of the day, an amber sun was making its way across the sky on a journey to its bed to sleep for the night. The kingdom below was bustling with activity, peasants going about the rest of their days doing whatever needed to be done. However there was one person who was dreading what he had to do, Inside of the castle of the King, the royal cook was getting ready to meet the king to ask him what it was that he wanted for dinner. The morph, a middle aged badger male knew what kind of person the king was, he was proper, powerful, and more importantly greedy, always spending any amount of coin on bobbles, clothing, and food; he didn’t care much for the goings on of his peasants, so long as the taxes came in and there where no complaints the king did little each day but groom himself. Putting on his apron and his toque he quickly made his way to the throne room once there the cook approached the king, a large and powerful looking lion male, the Morph dressed from head to toe in expensive velvet robes, a solid gold crown with ruby and sapphires embedded into it, with many, chains, necklaces, and rings adorning his person. The big cat was currently brushing his mane when the badger called to him saying as he took down to one knee,
“Hail my king, I have come to ask what your majesty would like for dinner tonight, anything you ask sire.”
The lion looked down to the badger, the middle aged morph shaking ever so slightly when the cats gaze met his eyes, the king then saying as he set down his favorite brush, his words carrying a bit of a contented purr to them as he spoke,
“Anything I want then?”
The cook nods, staying on bend and knee till the cat told him to go, said lion thinking about what he wanted for a few moments till he finally spoke, leaning back into his throne a little as he spoke,
“I think that tonight I would like something. . . . .”
The cat stalled for a moment, calling the badger in close, the king then saying after the cook got within arms reach,
“Fresh”
Such a obscure request went right over the badgers head, the cook then asking with a gulp,
“Uh, how fresh sire?
The cat learned forward, pulling the morph closer to his mouth then saying as the badger trembled his ear now next to the lions mouth,
“The kind of fresh that is still bleeding and crying for mercy when you put it on my plate.”
The badgers eyes shot wide, such a request, the badger now knew what the king wanted, he wanted to eat someone, a morph, not just some feral animal as the norm. The badger gulped once more, then said in an almost pleading tone of voice,
“But Sire, surely there is something else you want to eat tonight, there are some foreign traders down in the market today, I’m told they have many exotic foods to sell, surely they have something that would sate such a refined palate such as your own milord.”
The cat chuckled a little, before thrusting a hand forward grabbing the badger morph around the throat then pulling him in real close, then saying as the male trembled in his grip,
“Listen to my words, and listen well, I want you, to go and find a young deer girl, you will bring her to my private chambers in her birthday suit with a bottle of aged wine from the cellars, and if you do not, then it will be you I eat tonight!”
The lion then tosses the badger to the floor saying as he stood over him,
“Do I make myself clear chef?”
The badger nods cowering before the annoyed cat, saying once he mustered the courage to meet the big cats gaze,
“Yes .. . . My king . . . It will be done.”
The king then smiles, sitting down before snapping his fingers, two armed rottweiler morphs, wearing plate armor and armed with shields, swords, and a halberd both males then asking as they approach the lion,
“Yes milord?”
The cat then says once more picking up his favorite hair brush,
“Aid the cook in his task get a young deer from the village, let none see you then bring her back here, as for you,”
The large cat then pointing to the chef once more,
“You will go and prepare some side dishes, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, and a nice salad, and do not forget the wine.”
With his orders both the cook and the two rottweilers nod and quickly leave the throne room behind. The cook still trembling as he processed what he was to do, to prepare someONE for dinner. He gagged a little at the thought of it, the chef then looking back as he heard the two dog morphs talking to one another, the taller of the two asking,
“So why do you think the king specified a girl huh?”
The second dog chuckles a little then responds to his companion,
“Well you know how cats are, love to play with their food, most likely plans to enjoy the girl before he enjoys her meat.”
The two dogs begin laughing as they walk away, the badger morph mortified by the thought of it but he then returns to the kitchen, he was told to do something after all, and the king was not easy on those who disobeyed his orders. His short trip to the kitchen was filled with dread, what was about to happen this night, he wanted no part of it, the thought of a morph eating another morph was insane, such a thing was not heard of in over fifty years and was now widely believe to be extremely taboo. Looking up to a small painting of his family he had in his kitchen, he sighed, then said under his breath, “Do it for your family” then went about doing as he was told, sending a cub to fetch a bottle of wine from the kings cellars, then preparing the side dishes, the whole time he cooked however, he had cold eyes, clearly trying not to think about what he was going to do that night.
The hours rolled by as finally the cook had readied the meal, all say for one aspect, the so called, main course, but that was quickly solved, the two dog morphs bringing in a young deer, the girl just about the age of twelve, sparkled with delight, then girl then asking as she approached the chef,
“I was told that the King wanted to dine with me tonight, I’m so excited, maybe he’s heard about my sewing skills.”
The girl looks over to the food that had been prepared then asks once more looking to the chef,
“Do you think he wants to ask me to make him a new robe? Oh it would be such an honor to do so.”
The badger looked over to the dogs, the two males barely able to keep their snickering to themselves, the poor girl was naïve to a fault, she had no clue what was going on. The badger gulped, once more looking to the portrait of his family, thinking about what would be done to them if he disobeyed, then quickly responding with a shaky voice,
“It . . . . Is entirely . . . Possible, . . . His majesty likes . . . Only the best after all.”
The girl bounced up and down in excitement, having heard how well the last person who had crafted something for the king was paid, it would surely set her family up for a good long time. As the girl went about patting herself on the back, the chef stepped away to grab the bottle of wine, he quickly formed a cross in front of him saying under his breath as he picked up the bottle,
“God have mercy on me.”
With that he picked up the bottle, bringing it over to the girl and saying as he set it on the tray with the other bits of the meal,
“Well my girl, would you like to deliver the food to his majesty, but before you do, the king had a request of sorts.”
The girl looked to the badger then asking,
“a request?”
The badger nods, trying to think up a lie to feed her as the hounds in the corner looked more and more like they where about to lose it at how foolish the girl was, the cook finally saying as he thought up a lie,
“The king has a tradition,”
The badger, faking a smile then goes on to say,
“When he dines he always does so in the nude, I don’t know why but it is what he does.”
The girl nods, a bright blush forming on her face from the thought as the cook then says,
“So I’ll have to ask you to step out of your clothing so that you may join him.”
There is a sudden explosion of crimson on the girls face at the request, looking around for a moment the girl then asking as she folded her arms across her chest,
“Do I have to?”
The chef nods, then saying as he forced on the ruse,
“Indeed I’m afraid, if you are to eat with the king this night, you must remove all of your clothing.”
The girl turns away for a moment thinking about it as if she actually had a choice in the matter, the badger then hearing the girl say as she started to strip,
“Its for your family Becca, you can let the king stare at you naked if that’s what it takes to get the job.”
The chef looks over to the two dog morphs, the hounds snickering a little as they watched the girl strip finally having to pinch themselves as finally the girls panties came off, the girl then turning to the chef and asking,
“Is there some place I can leave my clothes at?”
The badger nods, quickly grabbing up an empty wicker basket and offering it to her, the girl depositing of her shed clothing into it. The chef then says as he handed her the bottle of wine,
“If you’ll follow me.”
Dread filled the cooks eyes as he walked past the girl, grabbing up the tray laden with food and then leaving the kitchen, the two dogs then finally losing it once they where out of earshot. The cook and the now nude deer girl made their way to the kings private chambers, where inside sat the lion waiting for his meal, the chef then saying as he entered the room, still faking the lie for the girl,
“Majesty, sorry for the delay, but I have brought your meal, and your special guest.”
The lion smiled as the girl walked in holding the bottle of wine against her chest as she walked past the door and into the room, the last mistake she’d ever make. The chef spread out the food in front of the king, the girl then set the bottle next to the kings glass, then asking as the badger walked past,
“Are you going to bring some back for me? I am a little hungry”
The badger looked back and nodded, then went to leave, mumbling under his breath as he approached,
“Please forgive me for this.”
With that the cook left, closing then locking the door behind him. The girl double took as she heard the door lock, batting her eyes a few times before saying aloud,
“Now that’s strange, how is he going to bring my food if the door is locked?”
The lion then chuckled a little, the girl looking to him as he stood, the girl then asking,
“Your highness . . .”
The girl blushed, grabbing up the now empty tray to cover herself a bit, feeling silly that she had fallen for what she thought was a simple prank.
“Please forgive my lack of dress sir, I must be the victim of a prank.”
The cat chuckles, then saying from his chair,
“Put down the platter girl, I would look at you”
The girl blushed for a moment then did as she was told, who was she to tell the king no after all, putting the tray back onto the table then blushing brightly as the lion openly ogled her, the girl knowing the king was looking at her most private bits. After a moment of letting the big cat look at her she finally said as her ears started to tint with crimson,
“So sire, are you not hungry? I’m sure the cook spent a long time making your meal, would be a shame to let it get cold.”
The cat chuckled a little then said,
“The food can wait, you are more worth my attention right now.”
The girl blushed brightly as the lion beckoned her over to him, the girl doing so with a bit of trepidation, then once within arms reach the lion wrapped an arm around the girls supple body and pulled her close, the girl letting out a surprised eep as she felt the lions free hand cup her small breast. The king pulled her closer as he gave her little nipple a firm suck for a few moments before she felt his hand press itself against her virgin mound. Where she should have been afraid or at least embarrassed, she felt a strange sense of pride, the king of all people found her attractive if nothing else came of it, she was sure she’d be named his private tailor; for the money that position would bring to her family she’d be willing to let the king have has way with her body. The king finally stopped then ordered the girl to fetch the bottle of wine, she did so obediently, bending just enough across the table crossing the short distance to grab it, exposing her young sex to the cat, who then rose from his chair enough to grind his own sex into hers, the deer eeping as she tried not to drop the bottle. After letting the cat have his way for a moment more the girl turned then opening and pouring the lion a glass of the red wine, She then asked after the cat had drank a mouthful,
“So, your majesty did . . . Did you want to talk about perhaps plans for a new robe while we wait for my food? I‘m sure my skills could meet your expectations, perhaps it could lead to me just maybe becoming your private tailor?”
The cat laughs once more the girl then asking confused as to what was so funny,
“What’s wrong sire? Did you not want a new robe, I can make other things as well”
The cat then said approaching gingerly placing his hands on her shoulders,
“You’re not here for food or to make anything girl,”
Leaning in close the cat then went on to say with a devious purr to his words, the girl now starting to get frightened,
“You ARE the food.”
The girls eyes opened wide as she finally put two and two together, trying to turn away from the lion, only for his grip to tighten around her waist. The cat let loose his claws, cutting the girl a little, blood starting to flow from where he grabbed her. She tried to scream only to have the cat grip shut her mouth, the cat then looked her in the eyes saying as he picked her up, heading to his bed,
“Tell you what girl, I’m in a rather good mood tonight, so here’s what I’ll do, you and I will have sex, if you satisfy me, I will spare your life and eat something else tonight, I’ll even go along with that stupid idea of yours and name you my private tailor so long as you kept your mouth shut. . . .”
The king stopped for a moment, dropping the girl on the bed, then saying as he looked her in the eyes,
“And you kept your legs open.”
The girl was frightened beyond words but this was her only chance, with the door locked she had no escape that he did not give her, she was no match for a powerful lion like the king. She nodded and resigned herself to it watching as the lion then disrobed, then grabbing a hold of his member, beginning to stroke himself to full mast. The girl looked on with a bit of fear, his member was almost as long as her forearm, and nearly twice as thick, she knew right off the bat, that this would be painful, however she would have to try her best despite the pain to please him because his fangs would be worlds more painful then his cock. The girl gulped after the lion presented the girl with his member, looking up at the cat who said as he jabbed it forward, the spines along it rubbing on the side of her face,
“I see you’re new to this, a pity, handicapped right off the bat, tell you what I’ll go easy on you and tell you what to do, first I want you to put it in your mouth and suck me off.”
The deer nodded looking over the cats spined cock for a moment, not sure how she was going to get it into her mouth with his size. She gulped, knowing her life was on the line grabbed a hold of it and began to first try doing as some of the things her friends had told her about, and began licking it, running her tongue from base to tip, it seemed to please the cat a little, however after she tried to do it again the cat said grabbing hold of her head,
“In your mouth girl! Do you not hear me?!”
The girl trembled a little the nodded meekly, doing as she was told she then tried to take him inside of her mouth, only just managing to get in the head before the cat grunted with annoyance and trusted himself in, the girl gagging as the cats large member invaded not only her mouth, but her throat as well, the cat not stopping till his groin and her nose had become acquainted. His size alone made her throat bulge but that wasn’t the worst of it; the spines on his length where worse then his size, they plucked as her mouth and throat as they went in, and now she was fighting her gag reflex as a pair of spines grabbed hold of her uvula. The cat laughed a little as he looked at the girl trying her level best not to throw up as his spines tortured her mercilessly. Finally after enjoying the tightness of her mouth and throat for a moment more he began to thrust himself out then in, every time his spines catching her uvula and other tender areas of her mouth, the lion grunting a little as he began to enjoy it, but then shouting at her as he felt her teeth graze his length,
“HEY! You bite me I bite you got it! And I‘m sure mine will hurt more then yours”
The girl did her best to nod if you could even call it a nod, with the lion once more hilted in her throat she didn’t have much natural movement. The cat stopped his thrusting, giving the girl a command to do it herself, but when she was unable to bring herself to move to cat grunted once more in irritation, grabbing the back of her head, and holding her still as he resumed his violation of her throat. For her it was far from pleasurable, his size alone hurt but the spines where the worst of it, always catching on something tender in her mouth or throat, if she wasn’t gagging because they had grabbed a hold of her uvula, she was crying out because the spines had hurt her more. After several agonizing minutes of the cat all but fucking her throat he finally pulled out, saying as she the gasped and coughed, near every inch of her throat sore and aching from the abuse,
“Not bad, I actually enjoyed that girl, but now its time for the real thing, get on your back and spread your legs.”
The deer coughed, wrapping a hand around her neck in some vane attempt to sooth her abused throat, nodding then doing as she was told, praying to god that he found her pleasurable enough at the end to warrant sparing her life. She laid on her back, timidly opening her legs allowing the lion to close the distance between his sex and her own. The cat chuckled a little, the girl’s eyes opening wide as she compared his to hers, the cat joking saying as he began to grind his length on her opening,
“I’d get ready girl, this is going to hurt.”
She nodded and readied herself, only able to watch as the lion gripped her hips pulling her a little closer as he then lined himself up and began to press in. She bit her lip a little as she felt it go in, the tip for the most part was alright, but the second she felt that tightness within her, she looked up to the lion a grin on his face as he then said,
“Here goes.”
Without another word he thrust himself in, a pain filled all of her senses as he pushed himself in, the girl crying out in pain, begging for him to stop only for the lion to say in response,
“I’ll stop once I’m hilted, till then shut your mouth.”
The girl could only nod, as bad as it hurt she had to obey lest he decide to eat her right then and there. She laid back on the bed, listening to the king groaning in pleasure as he stuffed himself in, she however was in unbelievable pain, every inch he stole from her was almost like it was on fire, it was a pain she’d never felt before, it was so intense she for a few moments though she was going to die, the king didn’t care though. She wailed and she sobbed, tears matting her fur as the lion was intent of robbing her of every last inch of her innocence and once again the spines, though soft his spines dug at her tender unused flesh in a way the made if feel to her like they might as well have been knives. Every time they moved she’d have to stifle a scream lest she anger the cat raping her, and when he’d keep pushing in she’d feel then pull, more and more till finally they’d slip giving her a feeling like someone had stuck her with a knife only for the process to be repeated. Finally however the king threw his head back in pleasure as the tip of his length finally crammed into the back of the poor girls womb, the lion letting out a long satisfied groan as he felt the girls tightness on all of his length. The girl however was beset with unbelievable pain, every single inch of her now bloody passage felt like someone had taken knifes and ran them through it only to press it against a brick wall. Tears flowed from her eyes as all she could do was cry, the pain was immense, like nothing she’d ever felt in her life, and the kings roughness with the entry only made it worse. The lion grinned as he looked down at the deer, the poor girl beside herself as she cried aloud, grabbing and pulling on her ears hard enough due to the pain that it almost looked like she was about to pull them out, the king finally bringing her back to her senses as he let out a roar, finally tiring of her balling and near inane babble, the girl then looking up to the cat with pure terror in her eyes, the cat then saying as she looked up at him to afraid to look away, like a deer caught in the headlights,
“Good job so far, you took my entire length, now all you have to do it make my cum.”
The lion began to thrust into her with the last of his words watched as her face just about twisted as a new pain rocketed though her body, the cat pulling out till just the tip was inside, then stuffing himself back in, the girl biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, an impressive feet to say the least seeing as she lacked sharp teeth. The king however had a mouth full of them, and was openly displaying them with a fang filled grin as he thrust himself into her again and again, violating the already violated hole with each thrust. The poor deer was in unbelievable pain, so much so that the only way her mind could protect her was pretty much to shut off, the girls eyes becoming lifeless as the pain became to much to bear. The lion laughed as finally the girl stopped crying, her mind completely blank, the girl only able to idly watch as the lion used and abused her body to please himself and please himself he did, she was immensely tight, he found her very satisfying, to say the least. After a short while as the cat was rocking his hips into hers did the girl finally come to once more, the pain having become less and less then it was before, the girl finally shaking out the cobwebs as she felt the king pick her up resting her against his chest then continuing to take her, the girl slightly saddened by the fact that she was slowly but surely becoming use to the pain. The girl weakly looked over as she heard the cat moaning a little, her strength utterly spent, all she could do was look at the side of the kings head, and his furry mane as he continued to rape her, not even having the strength left to cry, she set her head down on his shoulder and just laid there, no chose but to let the lion rape her abused and beaten hole. What felt like hours of the large lion humping her was only in reality about twenty minutes till finally the king began to moan and groan, announcing his impending organs, the girl still with not the strength to look away from his head. Her bloody passage was beyond pain now, it was to numb to give off any kinds of sensation, she felt the vague sensation of the kings member getting bigger till finally the lion roared into his climax, the girls mind barely able register the hot seed that quickly spilled into her belly and promptly being to over flow her. He thrust himself into her as he came, enjoying her body even if it killed her and when his orgasm finally ended he put the utterly spent deer girl down on the bed, her abused hole idly draining itself of the alabaster white seed stained with the crimson trails of her blood. The girl idly looked up to the king, no strength left to do anything, her whole body ached with a dull throb as her mind was numb from the pain, all she had left was what she had to look at the king with, the lion then saying as he sat back down on the bed,
“Well, I must say, I enjoyed that very much.”
The girl had only the strength to have her eyes follow the king as he sat down, he then pat her head as he then said,
“You know what happens when I have sex this good?”
The girl was wordless no strength to even open her mouth, her eyes just looking at the king as he bared his fangs then before saying,
“I get hungry.”
She watched in horror as his fangs grew closer and closer till finally there was no space in-between them. What strength the girl had left was put into a blood curdling scream that echoed throughout the hall that connected to his room. The king took his time killing the poor girl finally putting her out of her misery before he began to eat her flesh.
That night sparked the beginning or something terrible, the lion had acquired a taste for this, more and more he started demanding his cook being him another girl, raping her before eating her, and when the cook finally started to beg the king to please end this, he would beat the badger. A total of ten girls lost their lives to the gluttony, lust, and greed of the lion king, till finally the chef could take no more, one day he ran from the castle, the king of course was furious to say the least, and once beyond the kings grasp, he confessed the kings sins to the people, and to the grieving families who’s daughters had been eaten he threw his beaten and battered person on their mercy. A revolt quickly ensued, while the peasants battled with what guards and troops that had remained loyal to the king, the families of the victims hatched another plan, and under the cover of night the people used their battle to mask the real attack, with the kings troops diverted to forcing back the peasants, an assassin stole into the castle, and with his guards and troops sent away, the lion was easy pray for the hired killer, and when the dawn rose that morning and the troops where forced back into the castle by the peasants the lot of whom then found the kings corps laid across the throne room, with the message left on a card stuck the lions back by a knife,
‘This kill is free of charge’
on the back side of the card was a depiction of a lone wolf.
The greed of a king ended that night, and none where there to morn him when the dawn rose that day.
~end of story~
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