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                          MUNE KNIGHT
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                             Part 6

                           Written by
                            Ed Hrzic

                     Copyright (c) 1997 by
                            Ed Hrzic
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     WARNING!!!! LEMON FIC!!!! WARNING!!!! LEMON FIC!!!!
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                    PART 6 -- "Kat's Meow"

  Khami and Clap put Fesl on the bed and covered her with a
blanket.
  "What do you think happened to her?" Soap asked, concerned.
  Khami stroked Fesl's forehead. "I don't know, but I did see a
panel on her glowing."
  Clap turned to her.
  "Was it the one-"
  Khami nodded.
  "Good guess."
  "Is there anything we can do?"
  Khami went over to the table and sat down in a chair. She
pulled out the manual, and flipped through it. "There has to be
something in this manual. It will just take a bit of time."
  "So, what do we do till then?"
  Khami looked up from her reading.
  "Nothing."
  "Nothing?"
  "ABSOLUTELY nothing. I have to read through this, since you
appear to be practically incapable of it."
  "Hey! Who are you calling 'practically'?"
  Soap tugged on Clap's shirt.
  "How about that pass to Bar Feline?"
  Clap snapped his fingers.
  "That's right! But, it's no where close to dark. Don't they
open up only at night?"
  Soap grabbed the robe and handed it to Clap.
  "I don't know. I didn't see the sign because I was under this
thing. It can't hurt to try."
  Clap put the robe on. Soap got under it.
  Then her voice came from under it.
  "Let's get going."

               *              *              *

  The stepped through the streets.
  "Aren't we there yet?" Soap asked.
  "Not even close. Besides, I'm going to get something to eat.
I'm starving."
  "Get me something too!" Soap grabbed his leg as they walked
into the market.
  From across the street, two shadowy figures looked at them. One
turned to the other
  "Are you sure, Dang?"
  "Yes, Lord Wire," the other replied. "He was the one earlier. I
have been following him around, and it seems that he has
developed into quite a warrior."
  Wire ran his hand through his short black hair. Then he looked
at Dang. Wire's eyes were glowing red.
  "Now, we can't have someone trying to 'dethrone' me, now can
we?"
  Dang, shrinking from Wire's gaze, tugged at his collar.
  "Uh...no sir."
  "Good," Wire nodded, pulling an envelope from his cloak.
"Deliver this invitation to he and his party, to come to me
castle far north of here. Wait for their response, so I can
prepare for their arrival."
  Dang took the envelope. He looked at it, and bowed slightly.
When he looked up, Wire was gone. Dang walked out into the street
and gazed left and right.
  "Now where did Clap go?"
  
               *              *              *

  It was still daylight. About another hour or so, it would be
dark. Clap looked at the horizon several times, muttering "When's
it going to get dark?"
  For the time being, they looked around. Since Bar Feline was
closed until dark, Soap didn't need to be under Clap's robe just
yet. She was carrying around a few balloons.
  "Where are we going now?" Soap muttered. "We've been just about
every place in this town!"
  "Lighten up. There's bound to be something we haven't done yet.
Besides, I DID buy those balloons for you."
  Soap looked up at the four balloons, which each looked like a
daemon head. She gritted her teeth.
  "You're kindness is overwhelming," she said, trying to let the
sarcasm show as much as possible.
  "Okay then, let's eat, since you're so tired of walking
around."
  "Fine with me. Let's go to that pizza parlor."
  "Fine with me," he mocked.
  After a few minutes, the waitress brought out a large double-
pepperoni with extra goblin. Soap started to chow down at an
incredibly fast rate.
  With her mouth full, she mumbled, "Aren't you going to eat?"
  Clap looked down at the slice on his plate sourly.
  "Sorry, but goblin on my pizza just doesn't thrill me. How
about just a lebanon baloney sandwich?"
  He heard someone step into the parlor. He and Soap were the
only ones currently in there (everyone else was taking a siesta),
so it surprised him to hear footsteps. He looked over his
shoulder and shock grabbed his face.
  Dang stood behind him, with envelope in hand.
  Clap dove over the table, between Soap's legs. "What are YOU
doing here?!"
  Soap swallowed a piece of pizza whole. "Friend of yours?"
  "Not exactly," Dang started speaking. "We are acquaintances. We
had a difference of opinion. But here is something," He dropped
the envelope on the table, and promptly walked out.
  Soap reached over to it and picked it up.
  "What is this?"
  Clap looked up from his hiding place and yelled, "Don't open
it! It could be a letter bomb!"
  "Oh?" she opened it up, then looked down at him.
  "No bomb."
  He stood up.
  "I can see that. Give me that," he said, swiping the opened
envelope from her. "Hmm...you are cordially invited to attend a
ball at castle Wire, one month from now. Please bring friends. My
castle is located far to the north. Sincerely, Lord Wire." Clap
scratched his head.
  Soap drank from her cup.
  "Sounds like fun. Are you going to go?"
  He nodded.
  "We can finish up the job to the north, then just continue on
to the ball."
  Dang hobbled back in, bruised severely.
  "I forgot to wait for your decision. Are you going to be able
to come?"
  They both nodded.
  Dang hobbled back out. Clap and Soap finished eating their
pizza, and walked out.
  They could hear a man scream loudly as they walked out: "WHAT?!
NO LEBANON BALONEY?!"

               *              *              *

  Sundown came a little faster than expected. Clap opened up the
robe, and Soap slipped in. From what he could hear outside of the
doors, Bar Feline was already packed. Clap pulled out the special
pass and showed it to the bouncer. He nodded in acknowledgement
and mumbled something that neither Clap nor Soap nor the bouncer
himself could understand.
  Inside was much the same as before. Smoke, bards, and dancers.
Plus, lots of felines walking around in various showy and
revealing clothing. Lots of people talking and drinking as well.
  Clap searched out the bouncer from the previous night, and
asked him about the 'special prize.'
  The bouncer smiled, once again showing his collection of teeth,
and asked him to follow. Around several tables, up a few flights
of stairs, an elevator, and a small train ride away, they made it
to a hallway. He could hear several female voices talking, and
there was a fragrance of roses in the air. Along the hall were
several wooden doors, except for the last two on each wall at the
end of the corridor. Those four had beaded curtains hanging from
the doorway.
  The bouncer pulled open the left one at the end, and ushered
Clap inside. The bouncer left. The inside of this small room had
cloth hanging from the walls and a large couch opposite him. The
entire area had the scent of perfume, something Clap could not
identify, but smelled good nonetheless. What attracted Clap's
attention was the woman that was laying on the couch. She had a
teddy on, and was leaning on one arm across the couch. Her tail
flicked slightly behind her.
  She appeared to be waiting for him.
  "Uh...hi," Clap blurted.
  She looked him over and sat up.
  "So, you're the 'lucky' one tonight, yes?"
  "Yep, that's what the bouncer said."
  She stood up and walked over to him.
  "My name is Kat."
  "How...original..." Clap groaned.
  She put her hands on her hips and moved them over her thighs.
  "What's the matter with my name? Don't you like it?"
  Clap took her hands and put them on his neck.
  "Well, I'm Clap...and I like something else better." He put his
hands on her waist. Kat purred and pulled herself closer. Clap
liked it. She then pulled away, stepping backward.
  "What's wrong?" he asked.
  "Just because you won a 'special prize' from the owner, doesn't
mean that I'll go through it. That is, without a little
incentive."
  Clap knotted his brow.
  "Like what?"
  She looked around, then stepped closer. She got on her tip-toes
and whispered into his ear: "You have to take me with you."
  Clap looked at her for a moment.
  "How will I do that?"
  She shrugged.
  "That's not my problem. If you want your prize bad enough,
you'll think of a way."
  Soap was getting hot.
  "What's going on out there?"
  Kat looked around.
  "What was that?"
  Clap was searching for something to say.
  "Uh...I was just saying that you have a nice mane of hair." He
bonked Soap on the head. Soap rubbed her wound.
  Kat stepped closer.
  "Well, what do you say?"
  Clap thought for a moment, then nodded.
  "Okay. You have a deal."
  Kat smiled wide.
  "Then, let's get down to business." She pointed at him. "First,
take off your robe."
  Clap turned with his back to her. He pulled open the robe, and
whispered to Soap.
  "Soap, you're going to have to stay quiet for a while. Also,
don't move from this robe. I'm going to have to take it off."
  Soap looked up at him.
  "What are you g-"
  Clap dropped the robe in a pile, Soap inside of it. He turned
back to her, she still smiling. After some fumbling, whimpering
and licking, Clap and Kat found themselves naked and on a rug on
the floor. Kat slid on top of him, meanwhile he sliding in to
her. She put her hands on his chest and began to the motions that
would...well, you get the idea.
  Kat purred. Clap liked it. It reverberated through her, which
succeeded in driving a little more pleasure through his body. She
bounced up and down, continuing to purr and meow in delight.
  "That's wonderful Clap..."
  "But I'm not doing anything."
  She smiled down at him.
  "That's right," she said before licking his cheeks and nose.
  "Hey, your tongue is rough."
  "I'll show you rough," he said slyly. The rhythm began to pick
up, Kat becoming more and more demanding on his body, until he
thought he would snap (yes, just what you're thinking).
  Soap rustled a bit beneath the robe. 'What could they possibly
be up to? It sounds a bit like mom when she had her friends over.
But then, there wasn't a man's voice, only...' The sounds were
affecting her in a way she couldn't explain. 'It's getting a
little hotter under here.' She slightly began to rub her thighs
together, not much, before she stopped. 'If I move too much, they
might see me, and Clap will get mad.'
  Kat's escalating cries and movements gave her away to the fact
that she would be hitting an orgasm any moment. It didn't matter,
Clap liked that aspect of his encounters: to hear the ladies cry
in ecstacy.
  Or did it matter? Clap's eyes opened when he realized where her
hand were: on his chest. This came to the next realization that
felines had the habit of doing something that comes natural to
them. We're not talking purring here. We're talking CLAWS.
  Clap witnessed them first hand as Kat began to twist and scream
in her orgasm, also slashing down Clap's chest.
  "YYYYYOOOOOUUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHHH!!!!!"
  Kat relaxed.
  "THAT HURT!" Clap screamed.
  She curled up on him.
  "You're whining like a baby. So, how are you going to get me
out of here? I held up to my part of the bargain."
  "I know, I know, and I have the perfect plan."

               *              *              *
  Kat donned her bikini-outfit once again, with Clap not far
behind (in his robe, not a bikini).
  She folded her arms.
  "Well, how is this going to work?"
  "Okay, you'll just get under my robe."
  She looked at it distastefully.
  "Won't that be a little conspicuous?"
  Clap shook his head.
  "I've already fit one person under here without anyone finding
out, so another won't make any difference."
  Soap came out from her hiding place.
  "Hi!"
  Kat was pretty puzzled.
  "Who is she?"
  Soap pointed to herself.
  "I'm Soap," then looking up at Clap, "I've been meaning to ask
a question: what were you two doing out there?"
  Clap looked around.
  "We'll talk about it when you're older. Well, Kat? Get in." She
bent down and got under the robe.
  "Well, welcome to the hiding place, Kat," Soap said. "Can I
interest you in a lolly-pop? I found one under here somewhere..."

               *              *              *

  Clap and his entourage arrived back inside of Bar Feline. So
far easy going. The bouncer was walking with him (them?) and
hadn't noticed a thing. The thing was that both of them had
noticed the bar brawl that had started.
  "What's going on out there?" Kat whispered.
  "I don't know!" Soap answered, "Let's take a quick peek." She
opened the front of the robe slightly.
  There was a woman in a very short tunic, bashing a few men with
some open-fisted techniques. She had short red hair, and long,
LONG legs. She demonstrated that they were quite long when she
compressed one of them to her opponent's groin.
  "What dost thou mean 'women are not allowed?!'" she yelled as
she hit yet another one. One came up behind her and tried to slam
a chair into her back. She saw him coming and side-stepped,
spinning around to face him as she did. The chair hit the floor.
She picked him up by the shirt, pulling him downward. Pushing her
foot up into his chest, he was launched into the air...
  ...And right toward Clap, who whispered, "This is going to
hurt-"
  The unnamed man knocked right in to them, sending Clap
sprawling, and his two secret travellers all over the floor. The
bouncer turned.
  "Hey! You were trying to sneak her out! Guards!"
  In the blink of an eye, more guards appeared.
  Clap counted quickly.
  "Six-hundred fifty-four against three?"
  "Two," Kat stated as she stepped back once.
  "Okay, six-hundred fifty-four against tw-"
  The fighting woman jumped to his side. "Three."
  Clap screamed in frustration.
  "IS THERE ANYONE ELSE WHO IS GOING TO JOIN OR LEAVE THIS
BATTLE?!"
  Soap tugged on his shirt.
  "You know, I never really volunteered to-" She was cut off as
Clap stared long and hard down into her face. She smiled
nervously. "-but I'm more than happy to help."
  Clap smiled and pulled out his sword, commencing the hack 'n
slash portion of this adventure. Clap dodged a few times, parried
a few times, and slashed a few times. On one particularly nifty
back-flip, he met Kat under a table. "Remember," she reminded
him, "we have a deal."
  Clap nodded.
  "I know, I know."
  He went back out.
  Soap had been doing pretty well for herself. Being so short,
she had the excellent opportunity at getting critical hits in the
vital areas. No weapons of course; maybe just a punch or an
elbow.
  The other woman did fine by herself. She did take out a whole
bunch earlier, so does it need to be stated how well she was
doing?
  The bad fact was that the 'Bouncer Maker(TM)' in the back of
the room was making them as fast as they were struck down. Clap
pulled out a whistle and blew it.
  Everyone stopped.
  "Okay, my team! Huddle up!" Soap, Kat, and the woman came over.
They began to talk about their plan.
  The bouncers were in a circle, drawing with crayons on the
ground, and bidding who would get smeared next.
  Clap clapped his hands together.
  "You all know the plan?" The woman and Soap nodded.
"Okay...break!" The faced the bouncers, who turned back to them.
  They all charged at each other. Clap, Soap, Kat and the woman
rolled between them and went deeper into the bar.
  "How far are we going in?" Kat asked.
  Clap looked behind him at the mob of people coming after them.
he whimpered.
  "As far as we have to!"
  They took a few turns around some corners, and lost the
bouncers for a few moments. And who should they come upon?
  Tom, Dick and Harry!
  Clap's eyes bugged out.
  "What're YOU guys doing here?"
  Dick spit out his drink all over Harry.
  "What are WE doing here? What are YOU doing here?!"
  Clap looked nervously behind him, again.
  "Just passing through."
  The woman looked at Clap, then at the orcs.
  "Just passing through? I know not who thou art, but-"
  Tom opened a small hatch on the wall.
  "You can all get out through here, to avoid the crowds outside.
We know what a pain in the neck they can get sometimes."
  Clap nodded.
  "Thanks! We'll do that." Clap dove through. Then Kat, then
Soap, then the woman began to crawl through. Tom admired her as
she went through. "Nice buttocks, from a scienti-"
  Tom was knocked back several feet as a foot smashed in to his
face.
  Harry wiped his face with a towel and Dick continued drinking.
  "So what was that all about?"
  Harry put down the towel.
  "I haven't the foggiest."
  Suddenly, the bouncers turned the corner.
  Dick spit his drink again at Harry. He counted fast.
  "Six-hundred fifty-four?"
  Tom, Dick and Harry swallowed hard.
  "This could hurt..."

               *              *              *

  They followed the passage to an opening on the street. Getting
out into the nice fresh air, Clap yawned and stretched. Soon he
found himself knocked face-first to the ground, with three women
walking across his back.
  "Where'd Clap go?" Kat asked. "He's supposed to help me get out
of here."
  Soap looked around.
  "I don't know- Oh, there he is!"
  She picked him up off of the ground.
  "Are you okay Clap?"
  Clap merely nodded painfully. He looked over to the woman, and
he extended his hand.
  "Thanks for your help back there. We couldn't have gotten out
without you."
  She shook his hand.
  "You are quite welcome, and I am glad that I could help thee in
thy plight. My name is Crine," she bowed, "a failed warrior monk
from places from far away."
  "Care to enlighten us, Crine?"
  Straightening up, she said lightly, "I was expelled from the
monastery when I was found out to be a woman"
  "How did they do that?" Soap asked.
  "I hit puberty."
  Clap, Soap and Kat each muttered an "Ah" at the same time.
  She continued, "I have no place to go. I thought that yonder
tavern was a place to find work. Now I know 'tis not."
  Clap, being the type to help women (especially good looking
ones) out, offered this suggestion: "Why don't you come with us?
We have some work to accomplish up north."
  Crine seemed interested, asking, "What type of work wouldst it
be?"
  "Slay a dragon," Clap coughed.
  She heard it though. "A dragon? 'Tis a powerful opponent. Thou
wouldst need my help. 'Tis great joy to be part of thy party."
  Soap cheered.
  "Great!"
  Kat tapped Clap on the shoulder.
  "What about me? Aren't you going to take me back to my people?"
  Clap scratched his head. "Where are your people?"
  "To the north."
  "Well, after we complete the dragon task, we can take you
there, then we go to Wire's castle. It's all very easy! And who
do we have to thank for that?"
  "Who is this Wire thou speakest of?" Crine inquired.
  "Some guy who has invited us to his castle for a ball. And, by
the way, where are you staying?"
  "I arrived in town not more than two hours ago. I have yet to
make preparations for a dwelling for the night."
  "Then you can stay with us," Clap offered.
  "My thanks," she replied. "Be there any other members to this
party besides thou and the young elven girl?"
  "A four armed woman and a female android."
  "What didst thou say?" Crine asked, puzzled.

               *              *              *

  They made the walk back to the inn. Clap opened the door,
bowing to let Soap, Kat and Crine walk in before him. His plan to
catch a glimpse up Crine's tunic didn't work. Khami looked up
from reading Fesl's manual at the table.
  "It's about time you two got back!" She peered at all of them.
"What did you do? Multiply when you were out there? Hmm, Clap?"
Pointing at Kat with her right hands, she stated, "I sincerely
hope that SHE isn't a new recruit."
  Clap shook his head.
  "No."
  "Good," Khami went back to her reading.
  "She," pointing at Crine, "is."
  Khami closed the book.
  "I give up. Come on girls, ladies' night out. I'm in the mood
to buy some new clothes and lingerie."
  "I'm with you!" Soap offered.
  "Might as well," Kat breathed, obviously bored.
  Crine, confused, asked, "Lingerie? What 'tis it be? Some sort
of magic?"
  Khami grabbed her with two of her arms as she began to walk
out.
  "You could say that. It does work magic on some people."
  The rest of the women (minus Fesl, who was still in
unconscious), started to follow her.
  "Hey! What do _I_ do?" Clap whined.
  Khami shot a stare back at him.
  "You can look after Fesl, which _I_ did all day! Read
something, I'll improve your already overactive mind!" That were
the words she said as she closed the door and left with the crew.
  Clap put his sword down on the table, sat down in the chair,
and began to flip through the manual.
  "Might as well read from somewhere."
  He closed it, closed his eyes, and opened it to a random place.
He began reading aloud: "Hmm...dip-switches. The android's
personality and psychological characteristics can be altered
using the set of switches in her inner right thigh and inside of
her synthetic-" Clap gulped and skipped the last word.
  Through all of this, he had not seen Fesl get up and walk
toward him. She put her arms around him. Clap could feel her
breasts against his back. He freaked out and jumped over the
table, to the corner.
  "Who? Fesl? You're...you're alright?"
  She continued to walk for him, her breasts bouncing.
  "I'm fine," she breathed.
  He took a long look at her. Something about her was different.
They way she was talking made him think that something had
changed. That and the fact that she looked quite determined...
no, a _sultry_ look in her eyes. There was something else in the
air. Seemed like a strong fragrance of something that Clap
couldn't put a finger on.
  "Uh...then why do you have that sultry look in your eye? And
just what happened to you?"
  Fesl simply licked her lips.

                    >>> END OF PART 6 <<<