A Toad in the cookie jar

As the sun rises over the stunning green mountains of Wakanda, across verdant plains that seem to stretch out forever, glinting off the gleaming futuristic architecture of the Wakandan capital, preparations are nearly complete. In only a few hours, the wayward nation will crown its first Jabari ruler; a powerful and handsome man who was currently kicking the pitiful, screeching Toad down the prison's hallway.

"Do you have any clue what you've done, you disgusting little..." A solid kick to the ribs sends Toad sprawling across the room, his back landing across a rack of antique weapons, stretching the wretched mutant backwards like an accordion. Pre-vibranium weaponry clatters all over the place as Toad's body crumples in a heap onto the marble floor.

"Please, your majesty! Show mercy to poor, worthless Toad... he didn't mean any harm..." The former sewer-dweller rolls his body off

The pursuing king goes for another kick, but stops himself at the sight of Toad's whimpering and cowering. The warrior king had proved his point; this wasn't compassion, but there was no point in beating his lover's favorite minion to ****. He straightens up and stands over the defeated little wretch, lording over him with the alpha dominance bestowed upon a champion of the White Ape.

Seething, the new king lowers his fists and slowly gathers his words. "Do you know what you've done to my coronation? That princess was going to be my pet, the symbol of my complete dominance; how I crushed T'Challa's entire legacy."

He angrily gestures to the imprisoned princess, her body covered in... M'Baku didn't want to guess which fluids. Her eyes were glazed over and her mind seemed completely addled by the mutant's psychotropic tongue. "Do you see the condition she's in? EXPLAIN YOURSELF. NOW." Despite his measured words, the fury of the Great White Ape burns in his eyes, his fists clenching with a primal rage the king can barely contain.

"Toad only wanted to see if..." His words ooze from his mouth just like his tongue, and his entire body seems to shudder with pleasure as he remembers the things he did to Princess Shuri; the way she screamed and squirmed and broke as his venomous tongue poisoned her mind for hours and hours; the way her perfect, powerful chocolate body bent to the vile mutant's will.

The scene had been incredibly graphic when the guards had arrived. Toad's limbs had been wrapped around the nubile warrior princess's body, his toxic tongue wrapped around her upper body and breasts. The mutant's body was forcing hers upward, putting the cum and saliva-soaked woman's maiden body on display; her lewd, ****-addled moaning was only muffled by the tongue squirming inside her throat, her plump lips sucking desperately on the slimy, toxic appendage.

"Toad turned her brain into candy..." He remembers what he did, staring at the floor with a satisfied, unsettling smile.

M'Baku looks at the wretched little man in disgust. "You're to stay in your chambers until after the coronation, am I completely understood?" Toad looks up and nods, still trying to evoke pity from his master. M'Baku appears to soften, but only slightly. "IF you obey me... we'll talk about getting you a more permanent friend."

Toad's eyes light up at the suggestion and he eagerly climbs to his feet. "Thank you, your majesty! Toad is eternally grateful. Eternally loyal, master!"

"Good. You're dismissed."

Toad begins the walk back to his chambers, limping and holding his ribs delicately. But as he turns the corner and leaves the king's sight, he drops the act and grins wickedly, slithering down the hall and licking his lips with his long toxic tongue.

Toad was completely fine, of course. He'd flung his tough, ultra-flexible body around, letting the king's strength send him crashing around the room dramatically, screaming pitifully as he flew. Toad was barely hurt, and the "fight" had even cooled his master down a little. On top of that, for his trouble, he'd gotten to sexually break a princess. And if he played his cards right he'd have a new toy soon. Emma... Ms. Frost, rather... was right, this M'Baku was extremely powerful and intimidating... but not as smart as he pretended to be.

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Back in the prison, the future king shakes his head at the sight of the broken princess. His aide and personal confidant, N'Gamo, steps out of the shadows from behind the king, his presence barely noticed until now. The sinister old medicine man clears his throat gently to address his longtime leader, and waits to speak until he has M'Baku's full attention.

"My lord, I am deeply sorry we were unable to stop this disgusting act, and I intend to see that any guard who failed you is punished. But if I might suggest an alternative..." The ape king turns around and looks to his top advisor, a man who had been with him for ages. He gives him a respectful nod, a gesture M'Baku reserved for his most trusted.

"You may."

"Thank you, your Highness. We are all deeply disappointed about your princess... and the time and money we've invested in her accessories... but T'Challa has many more friends and family, yes? I will seen it a 'suitable' replacement for your special night. You have your preparations to deal with, please allow me to handle your light work."

M'Baku the Man-Ape bares his ferocious fangs... this time in a smile. N'Gamo was incredibly cunning and sadistic; if he said something would be done, there was no doubt it would happen. And M'Baku was wise enough not to ask how.

"Just make sure it's done... and it's special. I have many faces to impress tonight." M'Baku heads back to his royal bedchambers. He still had time for a good fuck with Emma before the coronation, and he needed to burn off some frustration.

The old advisor watches his lord disappear up to his bedchambers and turns to go downstairs, down to a room even M'Baku didn't know about: N'Gamo's personal dungeon. The old African, with his yellowed eyes and grayed beard, takes a look at his captives and grins wickedly.

"You. You'll do nicely."