CHAPTER ONE- DABUSSY

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WE BEGIN OUR TAIL WITH A BREIF (BOXER) INTRODUCTION. THIS STORY IS ABOUT KRONK AND YZMA. NOT PRINCIPAL AMZY, NOT KUZCO, NOT PACHA: KRONK AND YZMA. IT WAS HIGHLY OBVIOUS IN THE MOVIE "KRONK'S NEW GROOVE" THAT YZMA HAD THE HOTS FOR KRONK'S SWEET ASS. SO I WROTE A STORY ABOUT YZMA SEDUCING KRONK AS HALF CAT HALF LADY, ALL PURPLE GODDESS. SO THERE. THAT'S WHAT THIS IS. IF YOU GO TO CHAPTER TWO I'LL KNOW YOURE A COOL KAT.

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADOO, HERE IS:

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KITTY SCRATCHES- A STORY OF TOUGH AFFECTIONS

Scene: Kronk's house. The scent of spinach puffs fills the air. The sun is setting. Softly, piano music cums from within the bathroom. Das rite, kronks hot. He's got a piano in the bathroom. Anyway, there's sexy Peruvian Debussy music playing from in the Juan ((pun on the word "John" used by americans to describe the bathroom. I know there's lots of you reading this in Malaysia.)) A clock strikes the hour. A small bird alights on a twig. Suddenly a cat's meow slashes the bliss. Kronk sits in his chair, reading a book on cooking and squirrel bullshit. He hears the cat's shrill call. He becomes aroused.

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Kronk was sitting in his chair when he heard the call of a pussy. ((NO YOU PERVS I MEAN A CAT, THOUGH THERE WILL BE VIRGINIAS IN THE TAIL.)) HE BECAME AROUSED. He could smell the wafting perfume.

"Tuna." Kronk cooed internally. He could feel the hairs on the back of his leathery man neck, huge and square shapped rise up. "Could it be?" he thought. "no. no. it can't possibly be….." he let his thoughts drift back to his readings.

"krooooonnnnnnnnkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" he heared a puurrfect voice moan softly.

"NO. MY SPINACH PUFFS!" kronk ignored the hot tuna smelling pussy only a few inches away from his home and ran to the kitchen. His prized food was burning again. he had a knack for doing that. But only when SHE was around. "NO. he thought." It musn't be. He had never known a woman. He couldn't let her be the one. No. no. no. no. it wasn't right. There was at least a 230 year age gap between them. And she…..was….he couldn't say it.

"I wont say it." He breathed over the stove.

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HHE HEARD A POT FALL OF THE WALL.

"purple!" he yelled! Damn he wasn't going to say it. But he did. The seductress was. PURPLE.

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He saw scurrying and suddeny, an anciet yet somehow still sexy leg appear from under a pile of birdseed. Then another. Two legs.

"hello, kronk." The purple pussy cooed.

"uh, hey…..yzma."

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"I've been expecting to see my big stupid monkey named kronk again soon."

"uh yeah. I gotta go."

"riiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggghhhhhhhhht" she cackled.

"no seriously. I have to go." He began to step toward the door, but yzma grabbed his arm.

"the only place you're going" Yzma chortled…. "is to the bedroom."

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WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?

SEX. PROBS. STILL STAY TUNED.

BUT SEX IS GONNA HAPPEN.

LOT OF SEX.