Chapter 6

A heavy knock at the door wakes Penelope from her very dreamy sleep. She rolls over to her back and stretches out with a yawn that stretches her mouth incredibly wide. More banging and she huffs. “What is it?”

“You’re late leaving catgirl!” the voice of the inn keeper shouts through the door. “Either you get your shit together and go or I’ll send in my enforcer to get you out!”

“Alright, alright,” she yowls. “We’re going!”

“We’re?” the man questions. “You only paid for one of you. That’s it, I’m getting Brutus. You’ll pay for one way or another.”

It looks like we need to split.

“Yeah, no kidding,” the witch agrees.

Thank you for referring to us as we, by the way.

“Slip of the tongue, believe me.”

And I thought we were starting to get along.

“We were. You’re my pet and I’m your master,” Penelope corrects. “Now, let’s get out of here before he gets back.”

You mean you don’t want to fuck Brutus?

“What do I look like, a slut?”

Well... yeah...

“You’re just lucky I’m stuck with you,” Penelope says, starting for the door.

Where the hell are we going?

“Out the door, duh.”

And right into trouble.

“And what would you have me do, Miss Smarty-Pants?”

Go out the window.

“And get hurt?”

You have my body. Cats, you know, always land on their feet.

“Oh, right,” the girl says, smiling. She turns and heads right for the window. She takes a second to think about what she is about to do when there is a crash at the door. She turns to look, seeing the door is already coming off the hinges. Another crash and she takes a leap without another thought. The fall is ungraceful and no, she doesn’t land on her feet. “Ow! What the hell? You said we always land on our feet.”

No, I said cats do. Obviously you only have the body of one, not the brains of one.

“You’re sharing one with me.”

I doubt that, because if I was we would be out of this mess by now.

“Are you saying...”

“Hey! You!” Penelope looks up to see the inn keeper at the window. “Get back here!”

Time to go!

“I agree,” she says getting to her feet. She grabs her book and hat and starts down the street.

After a few minutes and a few blocks, she steps into an alley, attempting catch her breath. Not only do you have half a brain, but you have the lung power of an old lady.

“At least my brain isn’t the size of a peanut,” she counters between breaths.

Oh, that’s a comeback alright. Why don’t you stick to something you’re good at: like fucking everything with a dick between its legs.

“I didn’t hear you complain about Dick.”

Dick didn’t have a dick.

“Same thing.”

No it isn’t.

“Is too.”

Is not.

“Is too.”

Again? For a third year witch, you have the maturity of a sixth grader.

“You’re only arguing because you know I’m right.”

If I agree that you’re right, will you drop it?

“Yes, because I know I’m right.”

Alright. Then I agree that you’re right.

“Now was that so hard?” she asks.

Very. Now, can we move on?

“Yes. Oh look,” Penelope abruptly says, pointing ahead of them. “It’s the castle.”

And it looks like they don’t want anybody going in.

“Oh, that big old softy?” she asks. “I’m sure I can convince him to let us in.”

I’m sure you can, but I rather not. Why don’t we see if we can find another way in?

“I’m not climbing any walls.”

I didn’t say we had to.

“I’m in charge, you said so yourself. So that means we do it my way.”

I never said that.

“Yeah you did,” the young witch argues.

When.

“Just a minute ago.”

No I didn’t. I think I would remember that.

“Cats with their short term memory loss,” she murmurs under her breath, thinking that by doing so Hazel won’t hear her. “You just said that you agree that I was right.”

That was for something else.

“I’m not listening because it was for this,” Penelope says, sticking her nose in the air. “Now, I’m the leader. You’ll follow me and I will get us out of this mess you created.”

Like I have a choice?

Penelope saunters over to the large, bald man guarding the gate. In his hands he is carrying a large club, and despite his simple attire, he looks like a brute. “Excuse me,” the witch says in her most charming, girlish voice. “I am here to see the king. My name is Penelope.”

“No one allowed in the palace at this time,” the man says, without taking even one look at her.

“But this is important,” she says. “I was sent here to ask him something important.”

“The king no talk to commoners unless he has to,” the man answers, still not giving her a look.

“I’ll suck your dick, Mister... ?” she offers.

Well, there you go. Just lay it right on out for him.

The large, bald man looks at her finally. “A catgirl, huh? Can’t say I been blown by one of you.”

“I’m a human stuck in this form,” she protests.

“Whatever you say,” he says. “Knut isn’t one to turn down a blowjob. You say you want in?”

“Yes,” she answers, licking her lips for effect.

I don’t know if you just like dick or you can’t help yourself.

“I could get in serious trouble if I let you in,” he advises her. “Not sure a blowjob is worth the trouble.”

“You haven’t had one like mine,” she says. “I’ll make it way worth the trouble.”

“I’m sure you will,” he says, tossing the club to the ground and stepping toward her. “Let’s see what you got.”

“Right here?”

What did you expect, you dolt? Didn’t think this one out, did you?

“Alright,” she says, growling at the comment.

And with that, he unbuckles his belt. It happens so swiftly that Penelope is barely on her knees when he lets the thick, half erect tool plop out. It is so big and meaty, with lots of skin that the witch doesn’t even think twice about the large belly of the man looming over it.

I don’t know what’s more disgusting, the goats or the troll.

“Mmm,” Penelope hums almost in a chuckle. She opens her mouth as wide as she can and gobbles the meaty pole.

As soon as she slobbers over his prick, pushing the skin back and twirling on his tip, Knut is at full hardness. It is incredibly thick, and she wants all of it in her mouth even if her jaws are trembling under the strain. Hearing him moan is the reward she craves because she knows that if she does him right, he’ll let her in. In her eagerness to prove that she is the best, she tries to take him down her throat, but she doesn’t make it that far. The huge head fills her mouth and thus she just rotates on it as much as she can.

Getting ahead of ourselves, ain’t we? Hehe, get it? A head!

Penelope ignores her. Besides she doesn’t have much time to think about it. Knut grabs her by her shoulder and pulls her back on her feet. He twists her around, pushes her over a barrel that happens to be close by and pulls her dress up before he pushes himself against her.

“Knut likes not seeing panties,” he grunts. “It makes it easier to access.”