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David really knows ow to make a mess. Luckily the queen is there to make things right.
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A few weeks went by and we find Katerina, Tina, Kayla, and Pat, standing in the Society's compound. Each one was wearing a short black dress and a pair of moderate heels.
Both Tina and Kayla looked over their outfits, then Kayla asked, "What's with these outfits? We do look good in them, but they're a little impractical for our duties here."
"David in his infinite wisdom, decided that all the she-cats must wear this as their new uniform," Tina answered, pulling at her skirt.
Pat looked at the well dressed toms, wandering around the compound, and asked, "Why don't the toms get a uniform change?"
Katerina turned to the right and faced her, then asked, "Do you really want to see a tom, in a dress?"
Pat smirked, then answered, "Maybe Mark. Yet again, he doesn't have our legs."
The four she-cats laughter at the thought of Mark, wearing a short dress that conformed to his body.
That's when David came around the corner with Darius following close behind. David's eyes ran up and down the four she-cats' bodies, especially their long legs poking out from under their skirts. Then his eyes locked onto Kayla's fiery-red hair and became entranced with her. "What I wouldn't do to have her on my arm, and in my bed," he mumbled.
However, Darius heard him. He rolled his eyes, and thought, 'I can't wait for the day, David gets ousted and this place returns to what it once was. Just as the queen mentioned.'
David approached the group of she-cats, and said, "Good day, ladies."
The four of them tuned to face him. Then they all replied, "Good day, David."
David approached Kayla, and asked, "You must be new here. I would have remembered such a beauty as yourself. What are your duties?"
"I'm working along side, Katerina in the kitchens," Kayla responded.
"Someone like you shouldn't be getting your paws dirty in a kitchen," David stated, his voice dripping with vulgarity. "You should be, by my side. With the queen."
Kayla definitely didn't like, or appreciate the tone of his voice. "I appreciate the offer. But I must respectfully decline," she stated, rather firmly.
"And I should be getting my paws dirty in the kitchens, David?" Katerina asked, cocking her hips to the right and with her arms crossed over her chest.
David's eyes fell on her, especially the curves of her legs, then said on a purr, "You, my dear could be one of the best chefs in the city, if not the country. I'm honored to partake in what comes out of your kitchen. Plus, having you in there, motivates the male staff in ways no other could."
"And what ways are those?" Katerina asked.
"No other has commanded them the way you have. Each one follows your orders, to the letter without complaint. Also, seeing you in those form-fitting pants, and now your new uniform, will motivate them, even more to follow you, like a lap dogs," David answered.
"David, I appreciate the compliments, in terms of my food. However, I prefer my staff respect me for my abilities, not for showing off my tail section," Katerina stated, matter of factly. "Further more, this new uniform is not going to be permitted to be worn by my staff, period! Not only will they not be able to function in their duties. But its also degrading and not safe for the female staff to be wearing around hot stoves and other objects which can spatter on their legs."
"David, I can't wear this, while working in the garage," Tina said. "As Katerina stated, there are way too many hazards in there which require me to keep my legs covered."
David thought about what Tina and Katerina stated for a very brief minute, before he said, "Very well, you both can wear your usual uniforms."
Kayla, Tina, and Katerina smiled, knowing they won this particular battle. Until David said, "Until you leave your positions. Then, my new uniforms are to be worn."
Pat growled, then asked, "Exactly what is the point of us getting changed into this Trashy Outfit, just to go home?"
David turned to her and noticed her long, spotted legs. He admired the way her calves looked in her heels. Then his eyes shot up to her chest and long neck, and said, "You think it's Trashy?"
"I do! No she-cat who works her tail off all day wants to walk around in this So-Called Dress you are making us wear! It's sexist, degrading, and humiliating! I personally hate having my legs covered, but this," She tugged on the hem of the skirt in attempt to make it a hair longer only to have it ride even higher up on her thighs, "is barely the length of a towel!"
"And what is your position in my establishment?" David asked.
"I teach a Female's Only Dance class," Pat answered.
"And don't you think that's Sexist, to only allow females? Shouldn't males be allowed to participate, if they want to?" David asked back.
"There were a few toms who did attend my class at first. However, they were promptly shown the door when they started making suggestive comments and gestures towards the she-cats, because of how they looked in their clothing! I will not allow a student to not feel comfortable in my class because of their choice of attire, period!"
"That's unfortunate. However, they should be allowed to continue, if they behave properly. Do you agree?" David asked.
Pat placed her paws on her hips, letting her tail whip back and forth, as she answered, "As long as they behave, and treat the females, with respect, they can return."
"Splendid! I've heard about your class. Those boys can learn much from you. I'll have a talk with them about how she-cats are to be addressed," David said.
"That would be good," Pat said, lowering her paws to her side. "I do enjoy teaching them."
"I know they enjoy, learning from you. Although, you might want to consider adding a skirt over your leotard. Some of the teenagers gossip about how your backside appears almost bare while your teaching," David said.
"And that is the reason why they are no longer in my class!" Pat roared. "If you want them to be able to attend, you had better talk to them about how others are to be respected!"
David looked into Pat's golden but determined to get her way eyes, and said, "I will have that talk with the male students this afternoon. Will that suffice?"
"It's a start," Pat answered. Then withdrew the claw on her left index finger, and started slicing the material of her dress, starting at the Breastbone, saying, "This new uniform is going where it belongs." She let her claw slice the material all the way down to the bottom of the hem, letting it fall to the ground. Then kicking it into the nearest Trash Bin, revealing the black bra and panties she was wearing, saying, "The Garbage! I'd rather parade around in my underwear than wear that thing!" And walked back towards the gym with her head held high.
Tina watched as her new friend walked back to the gym with her eyes locked on Pat's backside. As much as she loved Katerina, she couldn't help herself to admire her, very brazen friend's exotic body. "She and Kat are about the same height and build, wonder if I can entice Kat to wander around our home like that?" She asked a little too loudly.
Katerina did hear her fiancée's request. She leaned over to her, and whispered in Tina's right ear, "You want me to parade around in my underwear, my dove? If I do, you had better be equally adorned."
Tina turned her head to the right to face Kat, kissed her, then said, "You have a deal. I'll get Mark and Lisa to watch Gwendyln one night. However, I don't think either of us plan on wearing anything, for very long."
"I like the way you think, Tina," Katerina said, before she affectionately rubbed her left cheek against Tina's. Then brought her lips to hers for a steamy kiss. Tina kissed her back, while Kat slipped her paws to under Tina's backside, and giving it a good squeeze. She withdrew from the kiss, and asked her, "How long will it be before Jake misses you?"
"He'll be fine without me, for a bit, why?" Tina asked.
Katerina picked her up bridal style, and answered, "You an I need to have a, discussion in the warehouse behind the kitchens."
Tina knew Katerina was going into a Heat cycle, which made her more amorous towards her. She wrapped her arms around Katerina's neck, then said, "Yes, we do."
Katerina then carried Tina back towards the Kitchens, slipping her left paw under Tina's dress.
"I hope my relationship with Jessica, grows as strong as theirs," Kayla said.
"You're a lesbian, as well?" David asked.
"No, I'm not. I'm Bi-Sexual. Is that going to be an issue?" Kayla asked, with a sharp snap of her tail.
"Not at all. It actually makes me wonder if you and your girlfriend would be willing to be on my arms? If she's such a beauty, like you, I'll be the envy of every tom here," David stated.
"Sorry. Not interested. If you will excuse me, I have double the work, since Katerina and Tina are having an intense discussion with their lips, tongues, and paws." And walked away towards the kitchens.
David's eyes fell to Kayla's tail, watching the firm globes flex and sway in the tight dress as she walked. "Wonder how those legs would feel, wrapped around my hips?"
Darius scowled at David, then said, "You really are a piece of work, David! You attempt to woo the queen, you made a pass at Helen Higgins, losing the trust of one of the most loyal counterparts in here, and now, you are making overtly sexual remarks to a she-cat who is in a obvious relationship! You're loosing it!"
David reached into the waistband of his pants, grabbing ahold of the gun he's been carrying around, and pointed it at Darius' head. "I'm losing it!? The only thing I'm losing around here is control! If I have to remove all that oppose me, then that's what I'm going to do!"
Darius felt the perspiration forming on his body, knowing fully well that David has killed quite a few without thinking twice. He knew better than to taunt him, which could possibly leave Damon without a father. However, he couldn't stand to watch David debase every she-cat out there either. "David, please be reasonable. Waving a gun around is not the way to regain the control you want."
David pulled back on the hammer of the gun. But just before he fired it, he felt it grow white hot in his paw. He dropped the gun to the ground, swearing quite loudly, and holding the burning paw with the uninjured one. Then he heard the queen's voice.
"Again with the gun David!" Callista yelled.
David turned to the left to see Callista approaching with Chance and Mark right behind her. Only this time, she was wearing a long form-fitting green gown that matched her eyes. "My dear.." he started to say. But he had to stop talking when he felt the stinging sensation on his right cheek from the open paw slap Callista gave him.
"I'm not your anything, David! You're acting like a frightened kitten! I'm not putting up with your immature nonsense anymore! You want me to support you? Then stop all of this nonsense, and become a tom, everyone will respect!" She spat in anger.
David raised his left paw to his stinging cheek as he watched the literal fire in her eyes. Then he lowered his paw to his the inside breast pocket of his coat, withdrawing a silver flask, taking a long drink, and stated, "If I'm immature, then blame my future actions on my immaturity." He reached out with his left arm, cinching it around her waist, pulling her to him, and forcefully kissing her, while his paw lowered to her tail.
Callista's eyes shot open in completely shock. But before she had a chance to retaliate, both Mark and Chance pulled them apart, with Mark slamming David against the nearest wall. "You even think of touching her again! It will be the last thing you will ever do!"
David tried to struggle against Mark's superior strength, but failed miserably. However, he managed to ask, "How does she feel, boy?"
"What are you talking about?" Mark asked, completely confused to the question.
"With that body of yours, you must be able to intimately take care of the queen, quite well," David answered.
Instantly, Mark wanted to break David into two, for insinuating he was sleeping with Callista. He turned David around, pushing his back to the wall, and through a snarl, he said, "I do love her! As a friend, or possibly an aunt! She's done much more for my family, than I could ever repay her for! To hear you insinuate I'm having an affair with her, makes me want to tear you in two!"
Callista placed her right paw on Mark's left shoulder, and said, "Mark, let him go. He's not worth it."
"To me, he is," Mark said, putting more strength into his hold.
Callista squeezed his shoulder a little tighter, but with the dense muscle, he barely felt it. However, she forcefully ordered, "Mark! Stand Down! Now!"
After a few seconds, Mark shoved himself away from David, and went to stand to the right of Callista, with his arms crossed over his chest, and an angry stare which would frighten anyone who didn't know he was a Big Teddy Bear at heart.
David turned around and as he straightened his clothes, he said, "Be a good Lap Dog, and the queen might give you a good scratch!"
Mark was about to attack David again, but was abruptly stopped by Callista's right arm being outstretched in front of him. "You really don't know when to quit? Do you? He already stated, we aren't having an affair, and you keep insisting we are!"
David rebutted, "Oh come on, Callista! Open your eyes! If he was any closer to you, you two would be one! You can't tell me, all those tiny touches and teases you two share are completely innocent?"
"They are! True, we do tease each other, more than friends should. However, that's as far as it goes. I'm completely devoted to my marriage as he is his! I'm best friends with his wife. Do you really think I'd sacrifice our relationship, over a fling? Even if he's every she-cat's dream tom?"
"There's that not so innocent flirting again," David said. "Maybe you are having an affair with both of them? I didn't think you were Bi, but who knows?"
Chance held back his anger while they argued. But he had reached his limit. He roared and tackled David to the ground, saying, "You dare to debase her, after all the good she has done for centuries? You're lucky its no longer the Dark Ages, David. If it was, you would be beheaded for your accusations against the queen. Apologize to her, Mark, and Lisa, Mark's wife, before I remove your head!"
David turned his head towards Darius, and asked, "Are you going to do anything to right this injustice?"
Darius walked towards David and Chance, crouched down to David's level, and answered, "You pointed a gun at my head, David. You almost took me from the one thing I love, my son. Which means, you will probably try again. You speak of injustice. How many have you killed, with your own paws, or have had others do so on behalf of your orders?"
David's eyes went wide, knowing Darius was going to allow Chance to end his life.
"As much as I want to see you gone. If I didn't attempt to stop him, I would be no better than you," Darius stated and lifted his head to Chance, and said, "Mr. Furlong, please let him up. He will apologize for his discretions." He then looked down to David, and asked, "Right, David?"
David didn't answer. He instead shied away from Darius's gaze, refusing to look at him in the eyes.
Chance put a little more force into his hold of David, and said, "Darius asked you a question. A polite tom would answer him, and not become a Shrinking Violet. You keep telling everyone you're a tom of your word? Actions speak louder than empty words do. Answer Darius' question, or confirm you really are, just a Frightened Kitten."
David didn't say anything for a few minutes. Then Chance put some more weight onto David, and said, "Courteous cats answer others questions. You don't want to be even ruder than you are, right?"
David sighed, then answered, "I'll apologize."
Chance let him up and went to stand to the left of Callista. Mimicking Mark with his arms crossed over his chest.
David stood back up,, face the group, then said, "My apologies, your majesty, Mr. Samuelson, and to your wife."
"You still have to apologize to Darius, David," Mark stated.
"You're right," David said, then turned slightly to the left to face Darius. "You have been with me, almost as long as Rodney and Michael. Rodney was one I could count onto do anything I asked, and Michael was as loyal as could be. You are right up there in caliber with them."
"Thank you, David for the kind words," Darius said.
"However, Rodney developed a conscious as he aged and started wavering in his duties. He met an Angel, and is with her, hopefully in hell, where they belong. Michael married Helen, who until Callista graced our presence, was the hottest piece of tail here. I envy Michael. Not only did he marry her, he has the honor of sharing a bed, with that Curly-Golden Haired goddess. What I wouldn't do to take his place for a night,"David stated.
Callista stepped forwards, angrier than ever, and slapped David across the face, and said, "You're a disgrace to our entire race! You're the most perverted, sexist, and disrespectful tom, I have ever met! And I have had the great displeasure of meeting quite a few! How you ever rose to power, I'll never know! However, your reign over the Society is going to come to an abrupt end, if I have anything to say about it!"
David's cheek stung, worse than when she slapped him before. However, he stood there, withholding the pain he was feeling as to now to show any weakness. He looked to the ground to see his gun, which was a little worse or the wear, thanks to Callista's spell. He went to pick it up, only to find it disappear before his eyes.
He looked up to Callista, knowing she was the only one in the vicinity with the power to make a physical object vanish, and heard, "You won't be needing that where you are going!" Callista said. Followed by, "Darius! Escort David back to his chamber, and make sure he stays there! Your queen commands it!"
The three toms never heard her use such a forceful tone, nor have they ever head her refer to herself as a queen. It only took one look at her narrowed gaze, her bristled out tail's fur, and her ridged stance, to know she meant business and anyone who crossed her would face her wrath.
Darius' only response was, "Yes, your majesty." He grabbed David by the paws, and said, "Come along, you don't want to get any further on her bad side," and led him away.
Once David was out of sight, Callista let out a primal scream, and fired a blast of magic straight into the air from her paws.
Even though Mark and Chance were scared of being caught by some friendly fire, they knew they had to calm her down, or she would level the place, and everyone in it. They went over to her, brought her arms down to her sides, and embraced her, nice and tightly. Letting their body's warmth seep into her. "We've got you. He's gone. Let your anger go," Chance said.
Callista turned into Mark's body, burying her face in his chest, and started crying. "I hate him and I hate having to order those around me, especially the ones I care about! I was a loving and benevolent queen, who cared for her subjects, not some spoiled ruler, who has to have things only her way!"
Despite Chance being there, Mark encircled his large arms around her, edging Chance out, and saying, "If I was alive back then, it would have been my pleasure to serve you, in any capacity you deemed. In my eyes, you will always be a queen, Callista. I love you." He then lowered his head and kissed her between her ears.
She felt his kiss and let out a light purr. Then lifted her head to face him, and said, "I love you too." She placed her paws around his back, letting her fingers sink into the dense muscles hidden beneath his suit. "If you two are going to serve me, you both need proper attire," she said and tweaked her nose.
Both of their suits were instantly replaced with a short dark red Petty Coat with gold edging, fur-tight white breeches, which outlined every detail of their lower bodies, and calf high black leather boots. She stepped back to admire her handy work, then said, "That's much better. Now you both look the part of one who would be in my court."
Both Mark and Chance looked over each other, and blushed with how exposed they were.
"Don't get embarrassed. You both look scrumptious. If you two were alive, when I was queen, there would be a line of Ladies of the Court, vying for your attention and favor, including myself," she said as she walked forward. She turned around, interlaced her arms with both of theirs, and said, "I know two she-cats, who are going to want to see their husband's tails in these tight pants." She then reached down with both of her paws, grabbed Both Chance's and Mark's asses, and continued, "And after they do, there might be a few more kittens born into this family."
With another tweak of her nose, the three of them were teleported back to their homes, and their waiting wives.
End of Chapter