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Author’s Note: This is an old, old fanfic written back in the day when I was a wee fanbrat on a long-term caffeine high. Consequently it is rather long and convoluted and a little silly. There may be a couple OOC’s here and there, as while I like Princess Allura’s character, she was admittedly a wuss in the series. It was like, “Come on, girl, stand up for yourself!” And that’s when I caught myself yelling at my TV and decided to write this sprawling fanfic. At any rate, I hope that you enjoy it.
Opposites Attract,
"Sire, do you wish to engage in pursuit?" a nameless henchman spoke up as the forms of Black and Blue Lion began to disappear from sight in the view screen.
Lotor wave his hand dismissingly.
"Let them be."
"Uh, if we allow them to escape, Sire, that could mean... that we'll, um... lose... again..."
"I SAID let them be! I am fully aware of the consequences of their escape!" he ground out warningly, "I'll be the one answering to my father, not you, if that robeast is destroyed, so just shut up and do your job!!"
"Yes, Sire..."
Leaning back against his seat, Lotor sighed heavily once more before staring thoughtfully out into space.
...Man, I just want to get back to Doom so I can camp out and wait for this stuff to wear off... If it wears off...
Tiredly plopping his large hands into his lap, he was somewhat startled when he felt a small lump in one of the pockets of his shorts.
...What the hell?...
Quickly fishing through the pocket, he was astonished to see his hand surface with that damn box (Look, Ma! A plot hole!) containing Haggar's drug enclosed within his fist.
...YOU!!..., Lotor seethed hatefully at the box, as if it were an animate object, ...This is all YOUR fault!!...
He stared at the small container with such ferocity that it should've burst into flame within a few moments, but it didn't. As it winked innocently in the gleam of the overhead light, Lotor unexpectedly knitted his prominent, white brows together in thought.
...Wait a minute... Shouldn't this thing be at the bottom of the lake along with the rest of my stuff?! So, what's it doing up here with me, then?...
He slowly turned the box around in his hand, examining the way the lightly methodically reflected off of it.
...Hmmmm... This thing could still have its uses, though... Might as well not let it go to waste..., Lotor pondered as the first hints of a smile, albeit a sardonic one, curved across his lips, ...This'll definitely come in handy for shoving down Haggar's scrawny, little throat...
"Sire, the rest of the Lions have just arrived at the Castle to engage in combat with the robeast," another anonymous technician informed him.
...No, really?...
"Switch to the main view screen," Lotor ordered, tactfully choosing not to voice his sarcastic thoughts as he pocketed the box again.
The order
was promptly carried out, and all of the crew members in the room were treated
to a spectacular view of the
As if sensing their intrusion, a second, smaller view screen abruptly popped up.
"Lotor, you coward!!" the commander of the Voltron Force raved, a murderous glint in his eyes, "Always sending a robeast out to do your dirty work!! Why don't you come down here and do the damn job yourself?!"
Opposites Attract,
Effecting an exaggerated yawn, the Drule prince casually reclined his head back on one arm, regarding Keith with the same fascination he would give a bug splattered on one of the cruiser's many windows.
"Hey, look, it's not every day you see a Lion with two assholes," Lotor replied flatly.
"That's just like you...," Keith sniffed, "Throwing insults from a distance like a craven, little snake, too afraid to face me man-to-man."
"Really, Kogane. Never mind that I could tear you into pieces if I chose to, but I could say the same thing about you hiding like a pathetic child behind Voltron every time that we attack, which, I might add, you do. But, on the other hand, I think I speak on behalf of everyone when I say that you do look good in black and blue."
"What?! What are you talking about?!" the alarm on Keith's face was quite apparent as he tried frantically to cover up the now-obvious huge black-eye on his face, "I-I-I fell down going through the transport! That's how I got this - Honest!!"
Lotor almost doubled over in laughter.
"Right, right..."
"Yeah, well, at least-"
Lotor leaned towards the side and lightly replied to Mogor, "Cut the transmission. He's wasting my time."
"Yes, Sire."
"Hey!! I see what you're doing down there! You can't cut me off like I'm some common peon! You can't-"
"Too late," Lotor smirked as Keith's image disappeared.
Now that the annoying commander's interruption was over, the conspicuous shuffling of the crew members gathering around the main view screen to watch the impending action became more apparent. Lotor tried to ignore the fact that popcorn was soon being distributed among everyone, but then thought 'What the hell?', and hunkered down in the command chair with some himself.
Yeah, so they would go back to Doom empty-handed, but he would at least get a halfway decent, if not predictable, show before he would be groveling at the foot of his father's throne again; the night's events had really diffused his usual conquering mood.
"Oooo, I remember this part," piped up a guard between mouthfuls of popcorn.
Lotor rolled his eyes.
...I think it's high time father improved the draft requirements...
The Lions were still flying around the reptilian beast, but it was obvious they were about to form that damned robot that had given Zarkon constipation for so long.
"Hey, patch another connection through! I wanna hear what's going on!"
"Idiot!! You just know that they're going to be all like, 'Let's go, Voltron Force!'," another soldier finished with an overly-sissified voice on the "Let's go, Voltron Force!".
Despite the latter's protests, a connection was patched through, and, true to his words, a resounding "Let's go, Voltron Force!!" rang through everyone's delicate, pointy ears.
All of the crew members, technicians, and whatnot booed and threw bits of popcorn at the view screen as the individual Lions began to morph and combine into Voltron's separate components. Lotor himself laughed when several other guards mimicked Keith during his usual tirade of "DYNOTHERMS CONNECTED, AND MEGATHRUSTERS ARE GO!! FORM FEET AND LEGS!! BLA-BLA-BLA- BLA... AND I'LL FORM... THE HEAD!!".
And of course, like almost all of Haggar's previous creations, the robeast was just stupidly standing there, watching Voltron take shape in all of its entirety.
"Hey, Mogor, I bet you 50 credits that that robeast will only last 3 minutes before it gets the Sword in the gut," a technician offered, almost jokingly.
"You're on, Ra'ul."
Finally, Voltron was formed, complete with a sparkly background.
The robeast snapped out of its catatonic stupor, roaring loudly before charging after the outdated, but still imposing, mecha. Voltron dodged out of the way, making the monster trip over a small hill and land face-first in the castle lake. With a shriek of pure fury, though, it rapidly got back to its feet.
The robeast did turn out to be somewhat intellectual, well, for a robeast, since it didn't charge blindly at the robot again. Instead, it inhaled a huge breath of air, making its body swell up to an even more massive size. Right when it looked like it was about to burst, a volley of spikes along its back dislodged themselves, scoring a direct hit on Voltron's torso.
"WOOHOO!!" a majority of the crew cheered, even though it was obvious who was going to lose tonight.
The roughhousing continued for a couple more minutes before the mighty Arusian mecha finally decided to dispense with the pleasantries. The famous Blazing Sword was formed, and the poor robeast was eventually filleted.
"Ouch, that's gotta hurt," a nameless guard muttered through his popcorn.
"That was exactly two minutes and thirty-five seconds, Ra'ul - pay up," Mogor demanded.
"Aw, man!"
Stretching his arms out, Lotor was satisfied to hear his back pop.
"Well, we better head back. Good show, though."
The rest of the popcorn was consumed in a hurry before everyone reported back to their stations and their duties.
Whipping out some Chap Stick, Lotor proceeded to apply a thin layer to his lips.
"What are you doing that for, Sire?" Mogor inquired curiously, unaccustomed to seeing his superior perform such an action.
"Eh, it's business, as usual," Lotor concluded with a groan, "You'd be amazed at how dry your lips can get when you've kissed my father's ass as many times as I have."
Opposites Attract,
Lotor's fleet arrived back at planet Doom without much fanfare, which was exactly how he wanted it to be. Not that he would've received much fanfare, anyway, since the whole mission was technically a failure, but that was all besides the point... He simply wanted to escape Zarkon's notice for as long as he possibly could manage.
After exiting the cruiser, the Drule prince immediately made a beeline for the sanctity of his harem, knowing fully well that the first place his father would look for him would be in his suite.
As he wound his way through the virtual labyrinth of hallways within Castle Doom, Lotor bumped into yet another random guard. Before he even realized what he was actually doing, he suddenly bunched up the unfortunate guard's uniform in his fist and yanked him up towards him.
When his face was within millimeters of his own, he managed to state, with the eloquence and tact that was typical to most Drules, "Listen, worm... I'm tired, I'm pissed of, and I wanna get hammered (drunk, sloshed, whatever), and unless you want your vocal cords slashed, I suggest you not tell anyone where I'm at, especially that witch or my father. Understand?"
Beginning to sweat, all the guard could do at the moment was nod dumbly.
"Good," Lotor smirked as he released him as abruptly as he had grabbed him.
As the guard scrambled on all fours out of the hallway, a look of relief flashed briefly across Lotor's face. Maybe, just maybe, that was the last person he'd have to deal with for the next hour or so.
Wasting no time, he made his way past the vast harem doorway, but what he didn't notice was the innocent, blue cushion, evidently left behind by someone or other, lying on the floor in his direct path of travel.
The last thing Lotor could recall was the sensation of his skull splitting open (no, not literally, of course) as he elegantly wiped out on the cool, marble floor.
Gradually, the whirling fuzziness in Lotor's mind began to fade away as the sharp, but inviting, smell of jasmine and water lilies assaulted his senses.
...Wha-Where am I...?...
The dim sound of murmurs, giggles, and soft peals of laughter now trickled like water into his tapered ears. Lotor tried gingerly to lift his now- bruised head, but then let it plop back into what suspiciously felt like a woman's lap out of exhaustion.
...Ah, God, my achin' head...
Slowly cracking open his saffron eyes, he found himself being smothered by a pair of scantily-clad breasts. Normally, this would not have bothered Lotor at all, but knowing where the hell he was first would kind of be nice.
Wincing as he gently touched the back of his head, he managed to shift himself up to a sitting position without too much trouble. Opening his eyes a second time, he discovered that surrounding him were a plethora of scantily-clad women blinking at him curiously.
...Oh, yeah... Duh, I'm in my harem...
The only intelligible reply that Lotor could even think of at the moment was a listless "Oh, uh, hello, ladies..."
The harem members continued to stare at him until he waved their attentions away with an unenergetic hand. With that done, the room gradually buzzed with gossiping and random chatter again.
"Oh, my poor Prince," a low voice suddenly clucked in a concerned fashion from behind him, "What has happened to you now?"
Lotor recognized the voice as the owner of both the lap he had laid in and the cleavage that had obscured his view earlier.
"Ugh, you saw what happened, didn't y-," he groaned shortly before a pair of hands began to massage his aching temples, "Ah, oh, yeah... That's the stuff..."
The woman's laughter was soothing and almost musical, like Allura's.
"Yes, yes... I must admit, that was quite graceful of you."
"Uh, huh... Sure..." Lotor, his attention span now that of a can of cat food, barely heard any of her words as she continued to work her magic.
Opposites Attract,
"Your Highness..."
"Wha?"
"Your Highness?"
"Wha...t?"
"Your Highness!"
"What?!" Lotor's eyes flew open in annoyance, then in curiosity, as another woman with raven hair and sinuous contours addressed him.
"Is," she took in another deep breath, "There anything I can get for you?"
"Wine," Lotor almost begged, and then used a word that was practically foreign to his vocabulary, "Please?"
The woman looked at him oddly for a moment, smiled at being bestowed with the honor of one of the Prince's first polite words, and then went off to retrieve the much-desired alcoholic beverage.
His mind returning to where he was at the moment, he nearly melted into a puddle as the woman behind him began working her way down his back. Now he remembered her name. Druna. She had the most skillful hands out of anyone in the harem.
Eventually, the other woman returned with the bottle of wine, and Lotor slowly stood up, stretching his impressive physique. Turning around, he casually faced the woman with the magic fingers and set another record for the day by saying, "Thanks."
Druna's mouth hung open in mock surprise.
"Well, well, well... it seems some of us have finally learned some manners, after all."
"Shut up..."
"On second thought, I think I take that back," she replied wryly, her hands on her scantily clad hips.
Lotor rolled his eyes and smirked knowingly. This woman was one of the few people he knew that actually possessed a sense of humor.
Druna was Drule hybrid, like himself. However, she had a long, dark-red mane, which was now held back in an ornate braid, full lips, and the most marvelously liquid, amethyst eyes. She rather resembled Merla.
...Except she's not a psychopathic bitch...
Contrary to popular belief, his harem did not consist solely of blonde-haired, blue-eyed Terran women; they actually were only a small percentage of the entire group. Of course, there were other Terran women among them, but there were other Drule hybrids, like Druna, tossed in there, as well.
"Excuse me, Your Highness, but there's just a teensy question I've been meaning to ask," Druna suddenly inquired, disintegrating his contemplations, "Where's your uniform?"
Lotor shot her a strange look, realized the fact that he was still in his skivvies, and then smacked himself in the face.
...Damn, I forgot about that... I knew it was getting a bit drafty...
Druna was still eyeing him, awaiting an answer, when realization suddenly dawned upon her.
"Oh, I think I know," she trailed off with a suggestive grin, gesturing towards her curvy body and barely-there clothing, "Was that a sort of time-saver, or something? Did you want to... you know, right now?"
Lotor, for the moment, was incredulous.
"What? That?!" he laughed, "I'm missing my clothes because... well, it's none of your damn business."
"Uh, huh..."
But, of course, Lotor being Lotor, he just had to say, "As for the other thing, that would be a nice diversion..." as he leaned in towards her neck.
Druna arched an eyebrow.
"Really..."
"Really," he murmured as he abruptly lifted her up into his arms, passionately kissing her collarbone.
Druna's only reply was a slight moan as he began to work his way up.
"I don't think that Allura-woman of yours knows what she's missing..."
Lotor paused only after he lightly nipped the hollow of her neck.
"Do you have any idea how many times I've told her that myself?!"
"Nuh-uh..."
"Exactly."
Her eyes still closed, Druna managed a sardonic grin of her own.
"Egotistical bastard."
Lotor didn't even blink.
"Conceited skank."
"I love it when you talk dirty to me..."
He laughed softly into her hair.
"Hey, less talk, more walk!" she ordered jokingly.
"Yes, ma'am."
With that being said, Lotor made his way towards a room in the back. Hell, this was an even better way to unwind than what he originally had in mind.
"That...," Druna panted under the sheets, "Was amazing..."
Lotor said nothing as he rolled over towards her and began to kiss her again with a renewed fervor.
"What? Again?!" she exclaimed, "You animal!"
Smirking to himself, he continued to work his way down as his hands slid up her legs with a tantalizing slowness, until...
"Prince Lotor, your father requests your presence in the throne room, immediately." The comm above the bed loudly buzzed to life.
"Ah, damn," Lotor growled as he rose up from the woman, "I didn't think they'd find me so fast..."
"Do you have to go now?" Druna pouted, her unkempt hair obscuring her features.
"'Fraid so," Lotor muttered as he rolled off of the bed and started pulling on a spare set of clothes, "But it's not like this is something I haven't done before... But when I do get it done, I have a certain witch to strangle."
"Why?"
"L-o-n-g story."
"Sure..."
Lotor managed one more half-smile before he bent over and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"See you later."
Druna gathered the sheets around her as she too stood up.
"Same here."
Now finally dressed, Lotor carefully picked his way out of the harem, avoiding the pillow he had wiped out on earlier, and made his way down to the verbal spanking that awaited him in the throne room.
Opposites Attract, Ch. 25
Zarkon was pissed off. He was very pissed off. Actually, he was more than pissed off; he was absolutely infuriated. Mumbling incoherently to no one in particular, he rapidly paced back and forth in front of his throne, his cumbersome muumuu... er, robes trailing behind him.
"Where the hell is that idiot now?!" he snarled to himself, "Augh, he's probably still off screwing around in that harem of his... I should have had that boy neutered long ago while I still had the cha-"
"Talking to yourself again, Sire?" a familiar cackle interrupted him, "You know, I have something that could take care of that."
Without so much as even flinching (which he was sorely tempted to do), Zarkon turned gracefully around to see his advisor and sorceress, Haggar, emerge from the shadows.
"What do you want, witch?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing," she tittered as her familiar, Coba, affectionately rubbed its head against the hem of her cloak, "I just wanted to see if my King and Shnuggie Bunny was alright."
Swallowing the lump in his throat, the Drule monarch shuddered profusely.
"Ugh, don't call me that... don't ever, ever call me that again... Now, if you don't mind, leave me be."
"Eeheehee... Yes, Sire..."
Still snickering to herself as if she knew something that he didn't, Haggar melted back into the shadows just as suddenly as she had appeared.
As if on cue, that pathetic excuse for a maggot he had somehow managed to father swaggered into the throne room just then. Zarkon began grinding his teeth in anger once more. The fool was strutting around as if he had conquered a brand-spanking new galaxy, rather than lose to that backwater planet again! Normally, he found this arrogance in Lotor endearing, even cute, when tens of thousands of slaves were being shipped in every week, but now it was just irritating.
"Well, well, well, I'm so glad you found time to pencil me into your oh-so-busy schedule," Zarkon said acidly, idly drumming his fingers along the edge of his scepter.
"Oh, it was no problem," Lotor replied blandly, examining his unkempt mane for split ends, "I just had to finish up with some business. What can I do for you?"
"You know perfectly well, brat," he ground out in a deceptively friendly tone, beginning to descend the steps from his throne, "I want to know why the hell you wasted perfectly good resources tonight on that planet! I mean, come on! From what I was told, you didn't even try!"
"Oh, THAT!" the humanoid prince feigned stupidity, "Well, just between you and me, I think that robeast was defective. I don't know, maybe Haggar dropped something into the formula when she was still mixing it."
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Zarkon strode furiously over to him and effortlessly lifted him into the air with a fist.
"Don't mock me, you insolent whelp!" he barked harshly, "I have sat idly by while you squander countless resources in your feeble attempts to take over that planet, that one insipid, little planet, that should have been within my grasp long ago. I built this empire with my bare hands, and now I find you undermining my very work just so you can have a roll in the hay with that... that...," Zarkon was so furious he was utterly at a loss for words, "GIRL!!"
Lotor wasn't even fazed. With a ridiculing smirk, he easily twisted out of his father's iron grip.
"Sounds like you're losing your touch, old man," he sneered, brushing unseen dust from his suit with his hands, "You may have built the foundations of this empire, but I am its longevity; I have conquered more for this empire than you ever have."
Zarkon's countenance flushed to an even darker blue.
"It would do you some good to learn some respect, boy..."
"For what? My record has been spotless until now. Okay, so I've taken a little bit longer than usual to take over a stupid planet, but it's nothing I can't take care of. I must admit that Voltron is an impressive piece of equipment, but, like you, it's almost laughably outdated; it's nothing that a few strategically placed robeasts wouldn't fix."
The fish-like king paused for a moment, fighting back the urge to simply snap the damn kid's neck in two, and decidedly switched back to his deceptively friendly tone again.
"If the solution is that simple, then why, pray tell, haven't you done it yet?!"
"Um... Because," Lotor, for once, didn't meet his piercing gaze, "I just felt that it wouldn't be necessary yet, that's all."
With a sweep of his crimson robes, Zarkon pretended to consider something, rubbing his chin methodically in mock concentration.
"Gee, I wonder why? Could it have something to do with... oh, I don't know... maybe, Princess Allura?"
"Possibly," Lotor replied shortly, beginning to fidget.
"Oh, Lotor, Lotor... Do you really think your dear, old dad that stupid?" Zarkon asked almost plaintively, his eyes widening to add to that effect, "Why, I think everyone in this blasted galaxy knows that you want jump that girl's bones; I must say, tact is one of the few things you do lack, but you more than make up for it with the thickness of your skull."
The prince sighed impatiently, casting furtive glances around the throne room; now this was getting way too personal.
Opposites Attract, Ch. 26
"Maybe so, but it's just a one-time thing," Lotor finished lamely, "A phase, really."
"Oh, please, don't feed me that bullshit again!" Zarkon snorted, rolling his cat-like eyes, "According to you, this so-called 'phase' has lasted ten whole months! Ten! That's ten months of me footing the bill for forty-seven robeasts, a hundred ships, and countless soldiers gone right down the shitter, and those things don't come cheap!"
He then quickly added, "You know, you're quite overprotective of a woman you claim you only want to add to your harem."
Lotor crossed his arms and stared defiantly at his father.
"And just what are you insinuating?"
"I'm 'insinuating' that you're a lovesick fool who's jeopardizing our very mission just so you can achieve some instant gratification! I could care less what you do with that chit, but your assignments come first! You never were like this before!" protested Zarkon, his tone laced with a growing undercurrent of malevolence, "If you continue to let this 'phase' interfere with your work, so help me, I'll have that wench brought here and beheaded before your very eyes."
Lotor's eyes suddenly contorted into two glimmering slits.
"You'll touch her over my dead body," he slowly ground out, clenching his teeth.
His face turning an even darker shade of blue, Zarkon hissed with an unholy fury, "That can be arranged! Don't ever presume to give me orders, whelp, EVER!! It's about damn time you learned your place! Just remember, I made you, and I can unmake you! And another thing-"
Zarkon was almost screaming by now while in the midst of his tirade, and Lotor had to pause and wipe spit that was flinging from his father's cavernous maw off of his face every few seconds, which did absolutely nothing to diffuse his own temper. However, he was accustomed to all of this; "unmaking him" and "putting him in his place" were just some of Zarkon's usual threats towards him, and, of course, they had ceased to have any initial meaning to him long ago.
"- ... I'll kill you!! You hear me, whelp?! KILL YOU!! And I'm gonna-"
Evidently, the Drule monarch did not notice the blank expression setting in on his son's face, which certainly meant only thing - Lotor was beginning to Space Out.
...Why the hell does he keep on calling me whelp?!... I'm twenty-three, for crying out loud!...
But, as usual, Zarkon's mouth continued to flap, and the prince's eyes took on a glazed appearance.
"-...Why couldn't you have been more like Yurak?! Sure, he sucked, but he at least never let himself be distracted by a mere woman!! On top of that- "
Smothering a mental yawn, Lotor continued to try and not pay any attention to Zarkon's ranting, but after twenty minutes, it soon got to the point where he was unable to ignore him any longer.
"And that's why you need to learn some respect, boy, RESPECT!! Why, when I was your age-"
"Oh, do shut up!!" Lotor snapped unexpectedly, his very last nerve rubbed raw with impatience.
Without even thinking, he drew Haggar's drug box out of his pocket in one fluid movement and quickly blew the white powder into his father's astonished face.
Zarkon paused in confusion as the chalk-like dust swept around him like pale sand in a... well, a sandstorm. Forgetting that he was supposed to be reprimanding his white-haired spawn at the moment, the aged king's eyes darted back and forth in a wild frenzy.
"Wha-What have you done to me, boy? You're trying to kill me again, aren't you?!"
Lotor chose not to answer that ridiculously redundant question, but instead stepped back and watched in fascination as Zarkon's body began to shake oddly, as if he were in a seizure. As the white powder finally started to float down and settle on the ground around him, his convulsing suddenly stopped, but his chest then began to expand in an attempt to keep in what appeared to be the onset of a sneeze of truly gargantuan proportions.
"Whe-Whe-When I fa-fa-finally get a h-h-h-hold of you," Zarkon gasped, his eyes watering as he reeled towards a wall in an effort to regain his bearings, "I'm ga-ga-going to tear y-y-you apart so ma-ma-much, they'll need t-t-tweezers to pa-pa-pick up the pa-pa-piec-... Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah- CHOOOOOOO!!"
Lotor wisely ducked for cover under a nearby table as a sneeze that should have leveled Castle Doom to the ground, but luckily didn't, tore through the air above him. Unlike last time, he also fortunately remembered to hold his breath as he did so.
Peering cautiously over the edge of the overturned table, he saw, as the dust cleared, Zarkon's still body lying on the cold ground. He apprehensively walked over to it, wondering if the impossible had really happened... Had the old dinosaur finally kicked the bucket? Lotor wasn't sure if he should jump up and dance, or do something else.
"Wow, I think you really are dead," he echoed as he kicked his father's hand in a final effort to see if it would move or not, "I guess I'm running things from now on."
Lotor almost yelped in surprise when he felt the hand suddenly close around his foot.
"The day I let you run things," Zarkon muttered feebly as he struggled to get up, "Is the day I take off Haggar's underwear with my teeth again..."
Lotor was so shocked he didn't even say anything; he simply stared. How was his father able to resist the effects of the drug?
Apparently, he spoke too soon as Zarkon abruptly fell silent again. Lotor bent over and studied his features a bit more carefully. What was happening this time? Nothing really unusual was going on, except for the fact that his eyes were now going crazy. The Drule prince again watched in fascination as the king's pupils dilated, contracted, dilated, contracted, dilated, contracted, and finally dilated again into heart-shapes.
"Sonny boy!!" cried Zarkon jovially as he shot up and embraced his son in a hug that threatened to crack his ribs, his pupils still in that odd, odd heart-shape, "Where have you been my whole life?!"
Lotor gasped for air as his lungs threatened to collapse.
"Groveling (Gasp!) underneath (Gasp!) your throne (Gasp!)!"
"Ah, you're such a kidder," he laughed, affectionately tousling Lotor's hair, "I love you, son."
...God, what am I saying?!..., Zarkon thought in horror, inwardly puking his heart out.
Lotor blanched and looked like he was about to ralph at that moment, too.
"Wha-What did you say?!"
Zarkon giggled like a school girl.
"You heard me, silly! I l-o-o-o-ve you!!"
The prince just about fainted at that. The last time Zarkon had actually called him "son" was when he was sixteen, and him saying "I love you!" was just like Allura saying "Do you want me on top or underneath you?" - it just wasn't something that would seem likely to happen in reality.
In the meantime, Zarkon had released him, granting him a steady air supply again, and was now glancing at him quizzically.
"Are you alright, son? You seem a little pale..."
Lotor, now standing unsteadily, greedily sucked air into his burning lungs before answering.
"I'm, uh... fine..."
"Are you sure?" Zarkon's large, webbed ears wiggled slightly in concern, "Can I get you anything?"
"The throne would be nice," Lotor stated half-way sarcastically as he straightened out his clothing.
"Done!"
"Uh, huh...," muttered Lotor, still straightening out his suit, "That's ni- Okay, what did you just say?!"
Zarkon blinked at him with a child-like innocence.
"If the throne is what will make you feel better, than you can have it. After all," he was now affectionately pinching Lotor's cheeks like he was a five-year-old, "What my wittle boy wants, my wittle boy gets!"
Lotor coughed and spluttered in disbelief as he wrenched himself out of his father's grip.
"YOU'RE SERIOUS?!"
"Now, Lotor, what have I said about yelling in the castle?" Zarkon frowned lightly, "Yes, you can have the throne, but only if you're a good, little boy. I'm beginning to think I should retire now, anyways. Now, is there anything else you might want?"
"How about a new fighter?" Lotor inquired apprehensively, suspicion tingeing his voice.
Zarkon shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.
"Sure, why not? It'll cost me a few billion credits, but nothing's too good for my baby boy. Anything else?"
Lotor paused for a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. A crafty smile then slid smoothly across his features. He knew that this probably would not last, but he could at least have some fun with the situation.
"Bow down to me."
Zarkon obediently clambered down onto his knees and pressed his forehead into the marble flooring. Lotor drank in the image, forever preserving it into his memory for a time when he might need a good laugh in the not-so distant future.
"Now, kiss my foot."
The Drule king grinned dorkily and obligingly proceeded to give the world's sloppiest kiss to Lotor's boot.
"Ugh, on the other hand, I didn't really need that boot," Lotor muttered in disgust as he shook off the drool-covered footwear and tossed it into a distant corner of the throne room, "Now, uh... say what I really think of you."
Zarkon plopped down on the ground and replied with gusto, "I'm a stupid, lazy slob who's fit only to be robeast fodder."
"And?"
"Ummmm...," Zarkon scratched his head momentarily, "Oh, yeah! I'm a stupid, lazy slob who's fit only to be robeast fodder and I don't know my own ass from a hole in the ground!!"
"Good boy!" Lotor stated condescendingly, throwing him a stale cat treat (he stole it from Haggar when she wasn't looking), "That was very, very good of you!"
If Zarkon had had a tail, it would have been thumping on the ground right now.
However, Lotor did have a short attention span, and however much he was enjoying giving orders to his own father, he was growing surprisingly bored with the situation already. As he tried to think of a final task for him to do, Zarkon was devouring the cat treat on the ground as if it were a rare delicacy.
"I got it!" Lotor stated as a new idea dawned upon him, "I want you to go clean up after the robeasts in the arena, but you're going to have to do it," he then withdrew a teeny, tiny pooper scooper (don't ask where he got it from) from one of his pockets, "With this baby here!"
Although Zarkon was under the influence of a mind-altering drug, even he faltered at this suggestion.
"Um, d-d-do I have to?" he pouted, the expression on his face making him look utterly stupid.
"Yes, 'Daddy', you do," Lotor replied firmly, handing him the pooper scooper, "Who else would do it? Now, go."
Rising slowly up from the ground, Zarkon took the ridiculously small pooper scooper in hand and reluctantly trotted off for the robeasts awaiting him at the arena.
Lotor then collapsed onto the ground himself and laughed hysterically for about fifteen minutes before he was able to regain his bearings. Wiping away a tear, he stood back up with as much dignity as he could muster.
...That was so freakin' priceless!! That almost cancels out what happened between me and Allura, so I just might not strangle Haggar, after all... well, at least not right away, anyways...
Stretching his arms, Lotor suddenly realized just how tired he was. Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt if he took a nap in his rooms before he killed Haggar. She was a witch, after all, so she probably already knew what he was going to do to her.
Yawning, he casually made his way out of the throne room and to his suite of rooms as if what had transpired between he and his father had never really occurred.
Opposites Attract, Ch. 27
While Zarkon was probably getting waist-deep in robeast excrement at the arena, Lotor had tripped and stumbled his way up to his rooms. He felt almost as sleep-deprived as Allura had obviously been during his weekly break-in of her bedroom. That had certainly not gone over well...
His bedroom was just about as opulent as the rest of Castle Doom. The same shiny, black marble and crimson draperies were still present, but a massive, finely-wrought bed with rich, blood-red sheets dominated one corner, along with a set of doors that led out to a balcony with an amazing view of, but of course, Arus in the perpetually dark horizon.
Another corner of the room hid a forbidden item- a 16 month calendar of random, sometimes risqué, shots of Allura that Lotor had managed to buy from an anonymous person off of eBay. He was particularly fond of January, which showed Allura skinny-dipping in the castle lake. You couldn't quite make out all of the details, but it was still a pretty damn good shot, nonetheless. Lotor had no idea who had the balls to take those pictures without the spirited Arusian princess's knowing, but he could probably place his money on the Voltron Force's second-in-command, what's-his- face... Lars? Landon? It didn't really matter.
With all of his previous thoughts aside, Lotor tugged off his shirt and crashed onto the bed in a princely manner. The sheets were still messy, but he didn't care; they were like that half the time, anyway. Pulling the covers over himself, he was suddenly startled when his hand passed over a suspiciously female-shaped contour under the sheets next to him.
"Oh, is that you, Druna?" Lotor inquired tiredly as he began to pull the covers off of the woman's outline, "When did you get in here?"
"Who's Druna?" the woman demanded jealously.
"Geez, what kind of stupid question is that?" he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for her to hear, "Now get out from under there. I want to get some sl- HOLY SHIT!! HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE?!"
For when he had completely lifted off the sheets, it revealed not a woman with red hair and pointed ears as he had expected, but one with blonde tresses and blazing, blue eyes that were now all but too-familiar to him.
Allura smiled, no, smirked at him coyly.
In an echo of his previous words, she slowly stretched out her arms as if she had just woken up and casually replied, "I was bored, and I figured that you must've missed me by now..."
Her movements, however leisurely they were, made him nervously scoot as far away from her as his bed would permit. Although he hadn't received as heavy a dosage of Haggar's infernal powder as she had, he was still suffering from the brunt of it, and judging from the glint in Allura's eyes, she still was, too.
"Aren't you going to say hello?" she asked with that faux innocence again, brushing back a few unruly strands of hair with a careless hand.
Lotor didn't say anything, but a light sheen of sweat did break out across his azure skin.
"Well, then, I guess I'll have to do it, instead," Allura grinned wickedly as she pulled the covers off of herself, "You know, that was very rude of you earlier, escaping like that..."
The Drule prince was still statuesque, frozen with shock, but as Allura began to stealthily crawl towards him, the sheer gravity and irony of his situation descended upon him again with a sickening weight. The woman he was in love with, or pretty damn close to, but who normally screamed bloody murder whenever he got near her, was in his bed, pursuing him, with him running away like a craven, little coward whenever she got within 15 feet of him. It was enough to make Lotor puke, but for some reason, his throat felt unreasonably constricted.
And of course, there was the question of how she had managed to get through Doom's planetary shielding in one piece, sneak into the castle without being caught, and still somehow locate and break into his suite in all of the mess. However, it looked like Allura, who was now uncomfortably close, was more interested in other things than in answering questions at the moment
Opposites Attract, Ch. 28
Like a circling vulture, Allura suddenly dived for him. Caught off guard, he landed flat on his back; evidently, he had not scooted as far away from her as he possibly could have earlier, as there was still further room on the bed. Now straddling his abdomen in an exceedingly domineering manner, she wore an ever-growing smirk that he knew for a fact mirrored one of his own. It looked uncharacteristic on her face, and yet still oddly seductive.
"Well, well, well, now doesn't this look familiar... Do you think we should pick up where we last left off?" Allura asked smugly, not really awaiting an answer as she eyed his predicament with a humor that he didn't care to appreciate at the moment, "As I was saying, that wasn't very nice of you to keep me waiting like that..."
Lotor was growing more nervous. He tried to move his leg, twitch a finger, anything, but his body simply refused to respond.
...Damn it!... Not now! Not again!!...
Meanwhile, Allura watched the interplay of sweat and panic across his face with a wry look of amusement. Tightening the vise-like grip her thighs held on his midsection, she languidly leaned forward closer towards him, offering him an excellent look at what her towel had hidden from view during their last encounter a week ago. She was, as always, surprisingly voluptuous for her height, but her smooth curves were now accentuated with a sapphire-tinged bra and the skimpiest underwear imaginable. Despite his panic, Lotor was momentarily surprised that they weren't pink.
As if reading his mind, Allura winked at him suggestively.
"In case you were wondering, I've recently discovered that blue is now my new favorite color."
Lotor would've rolled his eyes at that one had they not currently been staring at her heaving chest. ...Did everything she say always have to reek of innuendo?
She continued to gaze at him mischievously, but when she still did not receive a vocal response from him of any kind, she abruptly became nettled. Narrowing her cerulean eyes, she straightened up and partially hauled him up with her, swiftly placing a hard, but sensual, kiss upon his lips.
"Hey, lover boy! Aren't you going to say anything?!" Allura flared indignantly after releasing him, "You can't just ignore me! I did travel a few light years to get here, after all, so the least you could do is say something!!"
Lotor landed back on the bed with a surprised "Oof!". Briefly shaking his head, he decided to humor her before she did anything else drastic, which she looked like she was about to do.
Wetting his lips, he tried to phrase his question without stuttering.
"Uh, h-how did you get in here?"
Offended, Allura placed her hands upon her hips and tilted her head to one side, glaring at him self-righteously
"What, that's it?! No 'Hey, how's it going?' or 'When's our wedding?'?" she huffed, but then blew some more bangs out of her face in reluctant resignation, "Ugh, men! Very well... You know, I'm only being lenient with you because you're my future husband and all... After we defeated that stupid robeast of yours, I managed to sneak off in Blue Lion without the guys noticing me, and I parked it in your hangar. Then I snuck up here in the disguise of a harem girl, which wasn't too hard to do, as you can see," she gestured towards her skimpy, blue attire, "And speaking of... how can you let your harem girls go around the way they do?! They must be freezing half the time! The AC in here feels like it's cranked up almost all the way!"
Despite his current situation, Lotor was able to let slip a crude comment of his own.
"Oh, I manage to keep them warmed up..."
This time the eye-rolling was on Allura's part.
"As I was saying... men!!" she snorted in exasperation, but then her lips curved back into that smile of hers that was a blend of both innocence and sensuality, "Well, now that we managed to get that all cleared up, what say we get back down to business, hmmm?"
And Lotor knew what "getting back down to business" meant. Desperately sorting through his thoughts for a moment, he spluttered out the first question that came into his mind.
Opposites Attract, Ch. 29
"Wait a minute!! Um, I mean, uh... how, uh, d-d-did you get past the... the... ah, planetary shield?!" Lotor stammered oddly as he tried to ignore the encroachment of Allura's ever busy hands.
The Arusian princess paused in just enough time to shoot him an impatient glance.
"What, again? Ugh!" she exclaimed, "Hey, wait a second... I get what you're trying to do, you naughty boy! You're trying to stall me again, aren't you?" she condescendingly waggled a finger in front of his fidgety countenance, "Well, it's not going to work because you're simply stalling the inevitable, so you might as well relax. Don't worry, I'll be gentle..."
Lotor inwardly laughed at that statement. Not only was it ironic, but in her current condition, Allura's idea of "gentle" probably involved leather and a whip.
"Ow!!"
He was brought back out of his reverie as Allura raked her nails down his tightly muscled abdomen, making him involuntarily clench his teeth. That hurt! It was pain, he had to admit, but it was exquisite pain. God, if only... if only...
But it wasn't. Lotor squared his jaw. This, all of this, was merely a messed-up illusion from the messed-up drug of a messed-up witch. Allura wasn't herself, and neither was he. Even if he was, if they did end up going through with the act, Allura would probably hate him and herself if the drug wore off, which was something he didn't want to happen. Her hating him, that is. With a mental sigh of resignation, he prepared to undertake one of the hardest tasks he would probably ever have to go through in his life.
Suddenly, his saffron eyes snapped open as he felt Allura fiddle around with the fly on his pants.
"Okay, now let's just get these babies off of you, and..."
"Hey, get your hands out of there!!" he protested as he shot out of the bed, accidentally knocking her back.
Folding her arms, she huffed cutely and glared at him again.
"Will you stop doing that?! How do you expect me to get anything done? I don't have forever, you know, so you might as well accept your fate, like everyone else has. Yeesh, methinks the prince doth protest too much..."
Lotor again was briefly chilled. He vaguely remembered saying something similar to her a while back.
Meanwhile, Allura was still glancing at him incredulously.
"Well?! Get back up here so we can get back to what we were doing!"
Steeling himself, Lotor uttered the one syllable he had never imagined himself saying to her, "No."
"... What did you just say...?" Allura breathed in a low voice, almost daring him to repeat his audacious statement.
Crossing his arms as well, Lotor swallowed nervously.
"N-No..."
"You mean to say you're actually refusing me?" she asked in disbelief, "Nobody refuses me!!" Her blue eyes narrowed possessively.
His own closed momentarily, ...Geez, I've only done it, oh, I don't know, ten or twenty times already!...
He cracked one of his eyes open again, and saw that Allura had jumped off of the bed and was now striding towards him in a calculated fury.
"When will you ever learn? We were meant for each other, Lotor...," Allura's tone was smooth, almost persuasive, but her eyes were still smoldering with anger, "Why are you being so obstinate? Things would be so much easier if you just gave in... You know you want to..."
"For the l-last time, no!! You're, um, not quite yourself, ah, at this moment," Lotor tripped over his own words as she neared him.
What an understatement!
Allura abruptly stopped and sighed in disappointment. Reaching behind her back, she withdrew, to his disbelief, an implement that made the hairs on Lotor's neck stand on end briefly - a wicked-looking cat-o-nine-tails.
Tapping the handle of the cat-o-nine-tails thoughtfully against her arm, she logically replied, "Lotor, you are being unreasonably uncooperative, and that's not good... and when you're not good, you must be disciplined... I didn't want to have to do this, but... Do you wish to be disciplined, Lotor?"
The Drule prince stood frozen, his eyes tracing each menacing flick of the individual aspects of the whip. He didn't know whether if he should be alarmed or collapsing on the floor with laughter. Probably both. The very idea of Allura, his Allura, holding anything resembling what she was currently holding was simply ludicrous. But then again, with that stupid drug of Haggar's...
"Well, Lotor, do you wish to be disciplined?" she said coolly, still tapping the whip's handle against her arm, "Answer me!"
Lotor was finding it increasingly difficult to keep a straight face. The whole situation was now spiraling into something that resembled a wet dream gone horribly wrong.
Pissed off at his inattentiveness, Allura cracked the cat-o-nine-tails warningly.
That did it.
"Give me that!!" Lotor demanded as he reached out and snatched the whip away in one swift movement, "Where did you get this thing from anyway?!"
Allura stood surprised for a moment, but she recovered her composure quickly enough.
"Oh, I stole it from one of the guards when I was walking through the dungeons getting here," she explained almost proudly, "Now, can I have it back, please?"
"No."
Allura frowned cutely. In fact, virtually everything she did was cute.
"I'm trying to be reasonable with you, Lotor, but you're being impossible. You've managed to rebuff every advance I make, but you're weakening; I can tell...," she stared into his eyes with an intensity that made him uncomfortable, "I'm only doing this for your own good since you refuse to come to me through any other means, you know... Maybe I should use a different approach, or maybe I haven't been direct enough with you yet..."
She hooked her fingers into the sides of her scant underwear and made a move as if to hike them down.
"N-No!!"
Suddenly, Lotor was there, pinning her down before she could complete the motion.
"Well, now, it's about time you changed your mind, darling," Allura simpered, suggestively rubbing her body against his own, "If I had known that this was what it'd take for you to come after me, I'd have done it ages ago."
And before he could react, she placed on him her most ardent, passionate kiss yet, lightly sucking on his lower lip. Lotor temporarily lost his equilibrium as he savored this moment, despite his conflicting emotions. God, if only this was real! But it... wasn't.
...No, not like this!...
That thought drove through him like a sharp stake. Gnashing his teeth in the utmost fury and disgust, he roughly let go of her arms and got back off of her, holding back several colorful words of frustration. This wasn't fair! Regardless of the effects Haggar's potion had on him, he was, in his own fashion, being the good guy, and what was he getting for it? A big, fat nothing, that was what!! It was true what they said: decency was a thankless task.
Meanwhile, Allura blinked at him in confusion, and then in annoyance.
"What is it now?" she inquired peevishly as she sat up and readjusted herself.
Lotor growled almost incoherently, "You have to leave... right now..."
Allura crossed her arms defiantly.
"And just how are you going to make me?"
Damn that girl's stubbornness, artificial or otherwise! Swearing under his breath, he quickly dug through the pockets of his pants until he surfaced with what he was looking for- the leather thong he often held his hair back with.
Resisting the ebbing side effects of the emotion-altering dust, he wordlessly stalked over to Allura's sitting form and flipped her over onto her stomach before she could shriek in surprise. He then straddled her backside and pulled her arms up behind her back.
"So you are into kink then, huh?" Allura turned her head back in his direction and grinned widely as he dexterously fastened her wrists together with the thong, "Oh, yeah, tie it tighter!!"
Lotor raised an eyebrow as she wriggled like a fish underneath his grip; he wasn't even going to ask. He checked once more to make sure that her wrists weren't bound too tightly, and then, with ill grace, hauled her up over his shoulders.
"Where's... Blue Lion?" he sighed with pent-up frustration.
"I'll never tell!" she vehemently countered, placing a well-aimed kick against his abdomen.
Closing his eyes, Lotor concentrated for a moment. Hadn't she said earlier where Blue Lion was? Where, though? As Allura continued to kick and flail, the answer eventually came to him. His private hangar.
Seeing that he was now heading for the door, the princess suddenly halted her erratic movements and blurted out, "You can't go through there! Everyone will notice me!! You're making a big mistake, Lotor!"
"Well, that didn't seem to stop you from breaking into my rooms!"
"I said I snuck up here, stupid!" she spat out.
"Oh... Well then, we'll have to do something about that then, won't we?"
Lotor marched over to his bed again and unceremoniously dumped Allura off on top of it. Jerking his blanket over her wiggling form, he ignored her muffled screams of indignation and sloppily wrapped her up within it. Satisfied that all of her identifiable features had been masked, he threw her over his shoulders again and headed off for the entrance to his suite once more.
Allura obviously decided to live up to her spirited reputation just then, as she was now kicking, screaming, flailing, squirming, and doing anything else she could think of to make it as hard as possible for him to carry her. Evidently, she wasn't going down without a fight, which was one of the many things he loved about her; she didn't take shit from anybody, even himself.
He swiftly made his way down to his hangar, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving from guards and soldiers in the process; Allura was making such a ruckus that he wouldn't have been surprised if everyone within Castle Doom was hearing her right at this moment. However, because of his disheveled state, they must have thought she was just an unruly harem member, so he was passed by unchallenged, although it did absolutely nothing to abate Allura's loudness.
"Damn it!! Will you shut up?! You're giving me a headache!!" Lotor hissed at the blanket covered figure flung over his shoulder.
In reply, Allura only wriggled and screamed more piercingly than ever.
"A'akva'oshi'tne!!" he cursed again in his native language, "You're doing this just to piss me off, aren't you, woman?!"
She yelled shrilly and pounded hard on his back with her bound wrists. Her way of saying "Yes".
With a roar of disgust and impatience that almost matched Allura's screams in pitch and frequency, he kicked down the door to his hangar, and lo and behold, there was Blue Lion parked neatly next to his fighter. Its hatch was even open.
Still snarling to himself, Lotor ignored the "L+A 4-Ever" graffiti that was spray-painted onto his ship and disgustedly stalked into the Lion, abruptly dumping the wriggling bundle over his shoulders into the pilot's seat. He then jerked the thick blanket off of the Arusian princess and strapped her in, but didn't even bother to untie her wrists.
Allura's hair emerged a tad disheveled, her breathing was ragged from all of her screaming efforts, and she hadn't even uttered a single intelligible word yet, but her eyes spoke volumes. They virtually burned in an oceanic maelstrom of anger, frustration, and... something else? Well, either way, he understood only too-well how she was feeling.
He quickly deposited the comforter back on top of her bound form; her skimpy attire did not do much in the manner of retaining body heat, and the interior of Blue Lion was rather cold.
Reluctantly yanking his gaze away, Lotor turned around and began to mess around with Blue Lion's console. The controls turned out to be not too much different from those of his fighter, so he was eventually able to enter in the coordinates for the Castle of Lions, which, by now, he knew practically by heart.
Angrily twisting his body back around, his glance fell once again on Allura. She still had not spoken, but it was obvious that she was still pissed as hell. He could empathize with her.
"You'll thank me later," Lotor said gently as he kissed her lightly on the mouth.
After setting Blue Lion on autopilot, he stomped out the hatch and slammed it shut behind him. Once at a distance, he watched to make sure that the craft exited the hangar and began its launch safely; if anything ever happened to Allura, he would never be able to forgive himself.
However, the Lion did safely launch, and it wasn't until it was an itsy, bitsy speck in the night sky that Lotor finally poured fourth all of his boiling, pent-up rage and fury into the most thunderous bellow ever heard on Doom.
"HAGGAR!! I'M GOING TO MAKE IT SO THAT YOU'LL WISH YOU HAD NEVER BEEN BORN, EVER!!"
Opposites Attract, Ch. 30
While Allura was being unwillingly shipped off for Arus, a certain witch was grooming her familiar and demonstrating some very un-witchlike behavior in her lab.
"Alright, Coby-Woby, are you weady for Mommy to give you a wittle hair cut?" Haggar gushed in a sing-song voice, brandishing a pair of scissors that glinted dangerously in the overhead light, "Don't worry... it'll all be over before you even know it!"
In reply, the blue-furred cat cowered futilely in a nearby corner. This day came but once a week, but it was a day he loathed with all of his feline heart - Grooming Day. He may have once been an immensely strong demon ...Trapped in the body of stupid housecat, no less!!..., but nothing, absolutely nothing, could escape the sorceress when she wielded a pair of scissors.
"Come now, Coba, quit being a baby," sighed Haggar impatiently as she extracted the cat up from the floor and plopped him on a countertop, "I didn't do this last week, and now your hair is practically as long as Lotor's!"
To complete the indignity, she then stroked him along his abundant fur the wrong way. The familiar yowled in protest, but within moments, his lustrous, blue hair was reduced down to a mere fraction of its original length.
Discarding the scissors and picking up the newly-shorn Coba, her robe twirled as she danced around with him and cooed, "Now, don't you feel better? You're such a pretty kitty, yes, you are! And Mommy wuvs you so much! Yes, I do!!"
The cat rolled his golden eyes, but the next thing he knew, the witch had brought him up to face-level and was now grinning at him oddly.
"We're not done yet, though, are we?" she inquired impishly, obviously concealing something that she knew, but he didn't, "Can you guess what time it is? That's right- it's Bath Time!!"
She ducked her head in just enough time to avoid an incoming paw with claws extended.
"Eeheeheeheehee!! I knew you'd be excited about that!" Haggar cackled, continuing to hold him at a distance suitable enough to avoid his furiously swinging forepaws.
Coba watched in horror as the witch used her powers to conjure up a steaming tub of water frothing with, of all things, soap bubbles.
...An all-powerful demon..., the thoughts ran through his mind with an impending sense of dread and terror, ...Reduced to this!!...
He struggled with a renewed vigor surprising for a feline, but it was of no use; Haggar eventually succeeded in dunking him into the foul liquid with a loud splash.
"You're going to be so nice and clean!!" she prattled, ignoring Coba's irate caterwauling and evading any pointy extremities, "Yesh, so nice and cwean!"
Just as she was about to reach for the shampoo, though, the ground shook and a small ripple formed in the water of the tub, making even the wildly thrashing cat pause for a moment.
"Hmmm, I wonder what that was? Probably just a tremor. Oh, well..."
She reached once more for the bottle, but the water ebbed as the floor shuddered yet again for some unknown reason. Haggar tried to disregard it, but the small quakes gradually picked up in strength and frequency; water was even beginning to slosh over the sides of the small tub.
Throwing down what she was holding at the moment, Haggar used the countertop to steady herself, "What the bloody hell is going on?! Are we having some kind of earthquake?!"
No sooner had the words escaped her lips did she receive her answer. After one particularly thunderous quake, the door to her lab virtually exploded open in a shower of metal shrapnel. Coughing as the dust cleared, all she could perceive at the moment were a pair of saffron eyes that burned worse than any all-consuming hellfire. She knew immediately who it was.
She spoke, and the name lodged itself in her throat like a piece of food, "...Lotor..."
And, indeed it was. The enraged prince of Doom deafeningly stomped in, his hair splayed about his shoulders like a wild lion's mane. The expression on his face could only be described as one of murderous rage. And for some reason, he was clad only in a pair of black pants.
"YOU!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, WITCH!!" Lotor roared in fury, still coming towards her.
"What is?!" protested Haggar, assuming a defensive position behind the countertop; she was almost used to the sudden temper tantrums Lotor was prone to, but she had never seen him this angry before. Whatever it was that had pissed him off, it must have been something else.
For some reason, Haggar's mere reply seemed to incense Lotor even further. His features contorting to mirror his growing wrath, he stalked ever closer towards her. He waited until his face was within inches of her own before he slammed his fists loudly into the countertop.
"I had her...," his breath, hot on her skin, was hoarse and thick with a thinly-contained rage, "... Despite the fact that I messed up on my own part, I could have had her..." He, of course, conveniently left out the part of Allura popping into his suite and him letting her go.
"What are you talking about?!"
"Who the hell do you think I'm talking about?!" Lotor flared.
Haggar's hand suddenly flew up to cover her mouth, "Oh... Oh, my..."
...It figures that this would involve that damned princess...
Sighing, she allowed her body to relax somewhat. This was not the first time, nor would it be the last, that the Arusian monarch was the source of the prince's myriad frustrations as of late. Reaching for her staff, she used it to steady herself as she slowly walked around the counter towards him, unafraid of him now that the source of his anger was discovered; she knew how to handle him.
Meanwhile, Lotor's unwavering gaze never left her.
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