Advent Of A Gunslinger

Once Spitha had explained herself, Mio took some time to think it over. But he would ultimately agree as this was her right as the scorned ex-partner of the deceitful dragon. However, they would also have to get the approval of the King and Queen.

And their response was…

“Oh! That sounds exciting!” Bombay mewled, “It’s sure to make that lowly wurm squeal given that he has nothing else to lose.” She then nuzzled up to her husband. “Don’t you think so, dear?”

Mau avoided eye contact, desperately trying to avoid displaying his excitement. “Hmmmph...it’s a fine idea. I suppose we’ll have no choice but to supervise.”

BB looked at the dragoness and tom with a snicker. “He really wants this. Don’t mind him.”

Mio couldn’t help but grin also. “Hey...I really enjoyed the time I had with Spitha. And if it’s going to make Rongu piss himself from watching us, then it’ll be even better.”

“Alright, so where should this take place?” Mau questioned, “The dungeons aren’t suitable for something like this.”

“Why don’t we just use another one of the guest rooms?” Bombay suggested, “It’ll be perfect because everyone will have a nice place to enjoy each other...except for him,” she giggled in a sinister fashion.

“I’m fine with that,” Mio replied and looked up at the dragoness, “How about you, Spith?”

“Absolutely. It sounds...wonderful,” she said while petting him on the head with her claw, “And I can’t wait to be ravaged by someone as strong and adorable as you.”

“Rrrr...d-don’t excite me too much just yet! We need to save it for him~”

Mau nodded. “Alright then. I’ll have two of my soldiers escort him to the room we intend to use,” he glanced at his wife, “Hun. Be a dear and show them where exactly this shall take place.” With that, he walked off towards a staircase that led to the dungeons beneath the main level of the building.

“Got it, sweetie,” she purred as he left and started walking with the couple behind her. “The room I want us to use is perfect because it’s rather large and he’ll have no choice but to watch you both go at it until he reveals all that he knows. Rrrrrow--this is exciting, isn’t it?”

“I have to admit...I never would’ve thought I’d find someone as beautiful as Spitha,” Mio said while nuzzling her arm and adjusting his glasses, “Rongu is about to get exactly what he deserves and more.”

“Yes indeed,” the dragoness replied with a small trill, “I have a feeling he’s going to be floored once he sees how big you are in comparison. I can’t wait to humiliate him and see the look on his face.”

“Same here…”

Bombay led them to the room and opened the door. It was a large, spacious bedroom with a red carpet and surrounded by bookshelves that were mounted into the walls for the purpose of sound insulation. Perfect to drown out the screams of someone being tortured--which thankfully wasn’t done very often by the royal family. But since this was a special case, they had no choice but to make use of it.

“Now you to go ahead and...get warmed up,” Bombay said with a wink, “My hubby and I will make sure the dragon guy gets here while being perfectly tied up and unable to do anything in response.”

“Understood,” Mio replied with a smile, “Thank you, Queen Bombay.”

“Yes. Thank you very much.” Spitha leaned over to whisper something to the queen cat. “And...you were right.”

“Of course I was, dear,” BB replied while strutting off down the hall, “I can see romantic tension between two people clear as day~”

“Erm…” Confused, Mio would speak up on this. “What was she…?”

And Spitha quickly changed the subject whilst ushering him into the room. “Nothing, nothing! Now let’s get ourselves comfortable, hm?”

“Yes...let’s.”

Meanwhile, down in the dungeons nearby…

The wingless dragon was chained up within a cell. His wounds had healed and his wings were permanently confiscated for use in dragon research.

King Mau approached his cell along with a pair of guards. “Wake up, fool. Your day of reckoning has come.”

“...I told you,” the dragon responded in a low voice, “I’m not saying shit. Try all you want but you won’t get a damn thing from me.”

“Oh?” Mau commented as one of his guards opened the cell. “We’ll see about that. Nilson. Wilson,” he looked at the pair of gentlemen, “Place him on one of our prisoner-stretchers and pull him to the blacksite.”

The first, Nilson, was a thin tom with gray fur. Despite his small frame, he was still muscular, befitting the position of the royal guard. “Yes sir. Help me out, Wils.”

“No problem, Nils,” Wilson replied as he rolled in the stretcher used to transport criminals. This one was an equally thin tom with black and white fur. Twins who were both clad in bulletproof leather vests and brown stetson hats. “Erm...which way is it again?”

“Oh yeah, come to think of it,” Nilson added whilst stepping into the cell with a pistol at his hip just in case, “We haven’t used that thing in a while, huh?”

“If you call a few years ‘a while’ then I suppose you’re right,” Mau replied, “But this is a special case since we know he’s not going to give us any information.”

“Damn right I’m not,” Rongu protested even as he was placed upon the stretcher. With chains wrapped around all of his limbs down to his ankles, there was no way he could manage an escape. “Go ahead. Kill me. My boss is gonna do whatever she can to make sure we don’t fail.”

“Oh? ‘We’?” the king responded with a purr as his guards began to transport the dragon. “For all intents and purposes, you’ve already failed. I don’t think your boss would accept you back at this point. And even if they did, I’d imagine the punishment would be substantial…”

Rongu fell silent. He knew how Zula operated and what would await him if he were to return at this point. “...It’s alright. All I need to do is bide my time and get as much info I can. Then I’ll make my escape and we can tear this place down.” With newfound confidence, the dragon smugly replied, “Alright. You got me there. I’ll listen.”

Nilson and Wilson exchanged a look of suspicion with each other, and then looked at their king.

All Mau did was glance at the two with a cat-grin. “Everything is about to fall into place.”

Soon enough, Mau led the two soldiers to the same room that Bombay had taken Mio and Spitha to. Naturally, it didn’t look like a traditional interrogation room which left the dragon puzzled.

“...What sort of interrogation is this gonna be?”

He was about to find out. Mau pushed the door open and the pair of soldiers escorted him into the room, placing the bound dragon on his knees...and in front of Mio and Spitha who were on the bed together.

“...”