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Chapter 10 by Acorn142 Acorn142

What does he say?

“I will probably regret this, but....”

Duncan knows he should know better than to have anything to do with Felixia, let alone trust her, yet despite all the aggravation she has given him, he finds himself strangely drawn to her.

“Very well, Trickster. You may accompany me, but I’m warning you — I have suffered my last mortification at the expense of your shenanigans.”

“Oh, that’s lovely!” exclaims Felixia, clapping her paws together. “So what are you going to do on your first day as a man in charge of his own destiny? Want me to show you how to do a magic charm to turn the cushions on the throne into whoopie cushions?”

“I think I should like to get out of this library and get some fresh air. It is too fine of a day to be cooped up indoors — particularly on my birthday.”

“Splendid idea! I’ve been cooped up inside for far too long, as well. Why don’t we go to the town square? There used to be the most enchanting pub there, and you’d be surprised how easy it is to instigate a barroom brawl!”

Duncan says, “There will be time enough for that. For now, I just want to get out of here before someone comes along and heaps more responsibilities on me.”

“That’s a good idea,” admits Felixia. “Besides, MacTavish is going to be back any time, and I’d just as soon put as much distance between us as possible.”

With that, Felixia dissolves away from her perch atop the shelf and reappears, seated on Duncan’s shoulder. The prince jumps in surprise at her sudden appearance.

“What’s the matter? Do you have a prejudice against cats or something?” she asks. “I assumed you wouldn’t mind having a nice, hairy pussy close by.”

Duncan scowls. “I have nothing against cats; I just didn’t expect you to appear on my shoulder. Are you planning on staying there all day?”

“Oh, I don’t know... Depends how you treat me. Wouldn’t you like to pet a nice pussy? Or maybe you’d like to bury your face in a nice warm pussy? You can even kiss the pussy if you’d like.”

“Will you please stop saying ‘pussy’? It means something different than just a cat.”

“Oh, don’t be such a pussy. I know what it means. I was just seeing if I could get a reaction from your rooster.”

Duncan sighs and opens the door to the library and begins descending the stairs to the main part of the castle. As he does, he hears the approach of steps coming from the other direction.

“It’s MacTavish,” says the prince. “What should we do?”

Felixia strokes her chin with her tail. “We’ll have to trick him. I’ll assume the image of your father and order him to go do something else.”

“That won’t work. My father is away on a state visit to Obscuria; MacTavish would know that.”

“Well, then it will need to be your mother. She has never been in the library, though, so I’m going to need some help in order to get her appearance right. This might hurt a wee bit, but when I put my hands on your head, I want you to think very hard about your mother.”

Without waiting for a response, Felixia extends her claws and jabs them on top of Duncan’s head, eliciting a sharp yell of surprise and pain from him. “Shhh....” says the creature. “Just relax and spill every last drop into the pussy.” She giggles at her words.

Duncan bites off his retort and instead focuses on an image of his mother, while noting the rapid approach of the footsteps.

“Got it,” says Felixia, who dissolves away without another word. Moments later, MacTavish rounds the bend and stops in surprise at the sight of the prince.

“Your Highness? Done so soon with your reading? I have not yet had a chance to test you.”

Duncan struggles for a response, but before he can answer, another set of footfalls catch the attention of both men. They look in the direction of the sound and hear Queen Caroline’s voice, calling, “Duncan? Is that you?”

Relieved, Duncan responds, “Right here, Mother. I am speaking with MacTavish.”

MacTavish’s face is filled with surprise and concern. “The Queen? Here? No woman has ever entered the Library on my watch! This is unheard of!”

Before Duncan can respond, the Queen steps into view. Whatever Duncan was going to say is quickly forgotten. The woman climbing the steps does, indeed, appear to be his mother, Queen Caroline, but she is not dressed in her royal regalia or even an informal gown. She is, instead, dressed in tight-fitting leather straps that crisscross her body, connecting a skimpy leather skirt and a leather top that barely conceals her amble bosoms. She is carrying a riding crop with one hand and a whip with the other.

“Your Majesty?” MacTavish says in astonishment as he bows.

“Ah, MacTavish. I’m glad I found you. I am afraid I must relieve you of your pupil on his first day of classes; I have urgent need of him right now for something only he can do.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” says MacTavish, not even attempting to conceal his look of astonishment and perplexity.

“Come with me, Duncan,” says the Queen. “There will be plenty of time for studies later.” With that, the Queen turns on her heels, gives the whip a sharp crack, and descends the steps. Duncan, just as open-mouthed as MacTavish, hurries after her.

When they are out of earshot of the old man, Duncan grabs ahold of the Queen’s elbow and says, “Felixia, what the fuck are you doing? My mother would never dress like this — this — dominatrix!”

“Hey, don’t blame me,” says the Queen, dissolving away and again reappearing as Felixia on Duncan’s shoulder. “I got the image from your head. If you’ve got ‘Mommy issues,’ it’s not my fault. You’re lucky I didn’t go with the image I picked up about your sister. For a guy who claims to have no trouble getting the ladies, you have some serious sexual repression.”

They arrive at the bottom of the turret. Felixia looks around. “Oh, they’ve remodeled here since last I was in this part of the castle. Of course, it was awfully difficult to see things with all that revelry going on. Your grandfather was quite the partier, you know. He had quite the reputation among the mermaids, let me tell you....”

“Would you please keep your voice down?” Duncan whispers. “There’s no telling who we could run into around here. We need to get to the stables without being seen, or there will be hell to pay. I don’t suppose you can turn yourself into a horse?”

“Whoa... Dude, when I said you had repressed sexual issues, I didn’t realize they went that far.... If you’re into animals, that’s your business, but don’t drag me into your sordid little fantasy world.”

“Not that! I meant to get out of here!”

“Oh! Why didn’t you say so? Yes, I can turn into a horse. But before you ask, no, you may not ride me. That’s demeaning.”

“Very well. We must go this way, then. Be quiet!”

Duncan makes his way in the direction of the stables, with Felixia perched on his shoulder, lazily bathing herself with her tongue. As they turn the final corner to the door that leads out to the stables, he stops abruptly, seeing the door begin to open. Ducking behind a corner, he looks, and sees his brother Crown Prince Stewart, entering the castle. He does not see Duncan and Felixia, as he is deep in conversation with one of the housekeepers.

Duncan turns to go the other direction, when he hears the sound of approaching steps and voices.

What does he do?

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