Invitation to the Doomian Ball 1/who the heck knows
The Scribes in Lotor's Harem each woke up. It was a normal day on Doom except
for one thing - they each found fancy envelopes under their door. They were
lightly scented and they were on the finest of paper.
It was the contents that shocked them all.

By Royal Command of His Royal Highness King Zarkon, you are hereby invited to
attend a Doomian Royal Ball this coming Saturday in the throne room of Castle
Doom. Attire shall be formal. Upon opening this summons you will be required
to attend...

The card said some other things but the Scribes were shocked none the less.

"We commanded to a Royal Ball? What is Zarkon up to?"

"You don't suppose Zarkon's hitching up Lotor to another Princess do you?"

"Well, I'm not going!"

"We're commanded to go! Even Lotor is commanded to go, I heard!"

Sammie-Ma, who was busying herself with some cleaning - she still hadn't
gotten out of that habit - heard all the commotion. She too had received a
summons to go. It had been a long time since Zarkon ever held a ball, and she
knew the reasons why he held them. Of course it was an unusual move on
Zarkon's part to invite all of his son's harem - the elite ones anyway. She
suspected something was up, but she wasn't sure what.

"Samara.." Tamy said. "YOU would know wouldn't you? You've been here the
longest.."

"Yeah, we really HAVE to go and watch Zarkon prance around?" Dom sneered.

"I'm afraid so." Samara said. "It's been a long time since Zarkon has held a
Royal Ball. He used to do it to show off - show his power. I think he is
commanding all of us to attend because he wants to show off again."

"But we're Lotor's!" Moonsilk grimaced.

"Yes, of course we are. But you know how Zarkon is. He doesn't recognize that
you are really Lotor's wives. Oh, he acknowledged it when he came to look you
all over. Each one of you have been through that - or worse."

All the Scribes nodded. Moonsilk and Tamysan grimaced. Samara knew that the
same expression was probably on her face.

"So we HAVE to go." Tamysan grumbled.

"Yes. And more than likely you will all have to wear the most beautiful and
provocative ballgowns. I attended those balls when Lotor was younger, and I
had to put up with being shown off. I even had to dance with Zarkon several
times - which is preferable to 'other things..' But anyway, he has ordered
this ball and we all must attend for our sakes and for Lotor's sake. He is
the king unfortunately and I can tell you that he has killed several of
Lotor's chosen women in the past. This was before he created the Scribe's
Harem. Lotor still stands up to his father as you well know, but he treads
the line with you ladies. He knows what his father can do and he knews his
father KNOWS he wants to kill him. Zarkon is aware of that and in the
meantime will hurt Lotor as much as he can - through you Scribes."

Gina scowled, "I can think of better ways to spend a Saturday night."

"Clipping toenails!" Dom giggled.

"An IRS audit.." Jenn smiled.

Samara smiled slightly and said, "I can think of better things too, but we
all must attend. My advice is to just play it cool and calm. It'll be over
with in an evening and hopefully Zarkon will not pull any crap."

Tamysan sighed. "Well at least Gorjon will be - oh damn!"

Samara said, "What?"

Tamysan said lowly, "I was going to say Gorjon would be there to dance with,
but I just remembered he is on temporary assignment to guard the E'uradun
ambaasador to Doom. Lotor's is currying his friendship in order to be his
ally."

"Ah, you mean to defeat his father." Samara whispered.

"Yes. Lotor has another bodyguard temporarily. He only trusted Gorjon to be
with the ambassador. He was afraid anyone else would report this to his
father. Drat! He's only been gone for a few days and he'll be gone during
that ball too."

"Unless Zarkon invites the ambassador."

"Even if he did, Gorjon would be on duty." Tamy sighed. "Oh well, it's not
like this is going to be a fun thing."

"True, but it may not be that bad. Zarkon gets so busy glad handing and
strutting about the place. Lotor will be there too."

The Scribes dispersed and went about their business, the thoughts of the ball
in their minds.

Subj: Invitation to a Doomian Ball 2/?
Samara still held the old habit of cleaning behind everyone. The years of
slavery did not wash away overnight with the youth serum.Old habits died hard
- even in s young body.

Samara went to Lotor's private chambers where she placed his container of
scented oil on the nightstand next to his ornate bed. She then bathed in the
prince's private baths - a luxury and a privliege. This was a habit left from
the time that Zarcon had taken her prisoner and had forbidden she and Lotor
to see one another except on a master-servant relationship. Zarcon though he
had control over the miniature school teacher. He should have known better.
An intelligent son and a woman with six letters behind her name would find
ways to be together, king or no king.

The bitter almond and, jasmine, and vanilla oils Lotor had blended for his
harem were as sensuous as he was. The blood red bottle was a deep lacquered
and ornate vessel in a delicate bottle. The color of the bottle matched the
scent perfectly.
The scented oil was custom blended and both sexes could wear it. Even Lotor
wound up with the oils on his sculpted mainly body. Samara had been so
pleased that Lotor allowed her to be one of the first to try this wonderful
concoction.

The Gualian perfumer worked over a year trying to perfect the fragrance to
the prince's liking. Lotor allowed his old teacher to be the guinea pig for
the elegant soft spoken perfumer. The scent had undergone some changes before
just the right mixture was achieved. the first batch was nice but Lotor
complained of it being too sweet. The second batch was a bit better but
still not quite perfect. A little too masculine Lotor complained. But the
extra amber of that batch was a dream on his skin. Samara begged Lotor to
keep the blend for himself and at times he would wear the scent just for her
since she liked it so much on him. Samara still had a little of this second
batch in a small cut-glass bottle. Everytime she sniffed the scent, it
reminded her of Lotor.

Lotor soon discovered the maid was right about the second batch of scent. He
soon grew used to it. Women he did not know stopped in their tracks when he
walked by. (Of course even BEFORE he had worn the scent they did that!)
After a year the perfume was approved by the prince. The perfumer was so
thrilled to have a secret royal fragrance to add to her resume. She became a
very rich woman and soon only provided Prince Lotor and his Scribes with her
unique and sensual blends of perfumes and oils. She even made scented soaps
and bath oils for the Scribes. They were her favorite customers.

As for the scent, the only women allowed to wear the fragrance were approved
by Lotor first hand, for the scent didn't quite smell exactly the same on
every woman. Lotor had the lacquered bottles made and the ornamation was 24
carat gold. A gift of such caliber was sought after by many women the prince
knew. The Scribes each had a bottle of this scent and on each of them, the
scent had a different tang to it. It was as unique as each of the Scribes
were. Some said the oil reflected the personality of the wearer but this was
never proven.
There was even a rumor that Princess Romelle, in a futile bid to attract
Lotor tried to have it duplicated, but is was never quite right.

After awhile, some of the other harem ladies joined Samara in Lotor's room.
They were rearranging it to suprise him. They added little touches that they
knew Lotor would like and the heavy things that they couldn't move they left
to the man-slaves.
Finally they were finished and they chatted, gossiped and what not. They also
put on some of the scented oil - just a touch. Tiama left a few minutes
later, grumbling about Hagar looking for her, and Moonsilk went to fill some
pressing orders. This left Tamy and Samara in the room.

Tamysan flopped on the black satin sheets. Samara chided, "I just made that
bed, Tamy! You're wrinkling it.."

"Oh pooh! He wouldn't notice! He'd wrinkle it right away!" she sighed,
luxuriating in the coolness of the sheets.

"Well, still.." Samara smiled. "Tiarma and Moonsilk certainly were trying to
find out where Lotor keeps that stash of oil. Even I don't know where he
hides it!"

"Hmm, I bet it was fun trying to get it out of him!" Tamy smiled.

"Yes.." Samara blushed and turned a slightly darker shade of azure. "I could
use something to eat, couldn't you? We've been doing this all morning."

Tamy got up and stretched, her cloud of white hair a halo around her face.
She brushed it away.

"Yeah. I am hungry and we wouldn't want to eat them edible oils now would we?"

"Remember that time when Dom got drunk and ATE all of Lotor's edible oils?"

"Yes! She was so freaked that Lotor would kick her out but he didn't."
Tamysan started to walk towards the door.

"Lotor is indeed kind-hearted. He just doesn't want to show it." Samara
opened the door and they both came out..

Invitation To The Doom Ball 3/?
Samara and Tamysan had just walked out of the room when they nearly collided
into Zarkon, who was just about to come into the room.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here.." he smirked. "I come looking for
that no-good son of mine and instead meet two lucisous Drulean beauties."

Tamy and Samara both made faces of disgust.

Zarkon put on a hurt look on his face. "Why, ladies. A man - no a king pays
you a compliement and you act like that? Ungrateful wenches. You're
fortunate I don't throw you both into the Pit of Skulls for your little
stunts.But I am a generous and forgiving man. I invited all of you to my
Royal Ball."

"Hey, we'd do it again too..and you commanded us to go." Tamy scowled at him
hatefully.

"I'm sure you would, my dear. There are going to be many things you will be
doing over and over again - with pleasure."

Samara interupted. "King Zarkon, we are expected elsewhere."

"Eh? You can cancel that, my dear. The two of you can join me for lunch and
then dessert. I have more than enough for the both of you.." he grinned.

"Euwwww.." Tamy recoiled.

"You're not in the position to refuse me, wench!" Zarkon growled."The only
position you'll be in, are the ones in my bed!"

"King Zarkon, I will go." Samara bowed her head slightly. She was used to
him. It would not be bad.

"Yes you will and so will she. She owes me. You're lucky your hairclip
didn't hurt me, wench.."

Tamy said, "I can see that.." Her eyes avoided the prominent, wriggling
bulge.

Zarkon started to crowd them back towards Lotor's bedroom.

"That scent you both wear is intoxicating. What is it - something my son
managed to get for you behind my back? It should be a KING'S privliege to
give HIS women scents, not some little ungrateful son."

Both Samara and Tamy thought, ~Lotor is more of a king than you could ever
HOPE to be..~

"I'm sure my son won't mind if we appropriate his bed. After all it is mine
as everything is here."

Suddenly there was a yell down the hall. It startled the three of them.
Zarkon was suddenly knocked down as a Scribe - it was Dom - zooming by on a
pair of rollerblades, out of control. You could hear the blare of
DuranDuran's 'New Religion" through her headset.

"I CAN'T STOP!" she yelled as she zoomed by.

She didn't even know she had knocked Zarkon over. By the time Zarkon got up,
Samara, Tamy and the rollerblading Dom were long gone. Damn the luck! Damn
Scribes..if they were his, they'd be docile enough and save their energies
towards pleasing him

Zarkon got up and dusted himself off. It didn't matter that he didn't find
Lotor yet. He was required at the ball too. He had some suprises in store
for him.

Actually one of the surprises was a 5 foot 6, 350 pound Drulean princess
named Swinelda -heir to the Booloo empire consisting of three planets and a
vast RocketBurger franchise. She had been shown Lotor's picture and had
flipped over him. (Actually she flipped over ANY guy's picture.)

She had whined and begged her father to get Lotor for her, and HER father
Vocoloca contacted Zarkon. (They were poker buddies once upon a time) Zarkon
at first was rather offended, but as Lotor started slipping up in regards to
Arus and clinging to those curvaceous Scribes without sharing them, Zarkon
thought more and more that it would be a good idea to join the two. It would
be an apt punishment for his son - a 350 pound wife who would crush the life
out of him and his Scribes taken away from him. Then he'd learn not to mess
with him!

He had other surprises too but they would wait until the ball.

Invitation To The Doom Ball 4/?
Unfortunately for Zarkon, he did not realize that the holo his friend showed
him of Princess Swinelda had been an old one. Swinelda had undergone some
changes by lifting weights. Instead of trimming down however, it merely
bulked her up. She was very strong but she was still feminine - as feminine
as she could be lifting weights. She scared off the guys though because she
could lift them very easily with no problem. She was still 350 pounds but it
was pure muscle. Swinnie (that was her nickname) rather liked the muscles,
but she was way, way TOO buff for most guys. Male bodybuilders scored her
because she was not tall or leggy enough. When she saw Lotor's picture, she
thought he was so pretty! She just HAD to have him! And now she would be wed
to him very soon! Daddy said so. He said that he and Zarkon would give them
a nice big wedding and everything. Swinnie was very excited about the whole
thing...

MEANwhile on Pollux..

"Herbert.." Princess Rommelle whined. "I want to go to the Ball with you!"

Herbert - or rather Sir Hurbert sighed heavily and placed his skinny fingers
upon his knees. He had been attracted to Rommelle at first, but after a few
days with her, he was very tired of her. She was a harpy, this one! But she
WAS royalty and she was better than no date at all. She was sorta pretty
anyway.

"But, my little sugar substitute, it's on Doom!" Herbert protested.

Rommelle stomped her foot like the spoiled brat she was. "I WANT to go! Lotor
will be there! Zarkon will be there! Allura will be there! Sven and that
Garrison trollop Devana will be there! I'm sure the Voltron Force WILL be
there!" She wailed, "EVERYONE WILL BE THERE BUT ME!!!"

Herbert HATED it when Rommie acted like such a spoiled brat! He sighed again.

"Don't cry, my sweet pat of margarine. I'll take you to the Ball on Doom."

Rommelle jumped in the air for joy.

"Oh goodie! I need a new dress, new shoes!"

~New personality..~ Herbert thought resigned. Ah, would he EVER find true
love?

Rommelle went on. "I need my hair fixed and I need my toenails painted and -
oh! so many things to do! Oh Herbert, I'm going to knock em dead!"

~If you don't get a breath mint soon, you'll knock em dead with your breath!~
Herbert thought.

To her face he said, "Yes, my bicarbonate goddess of love, you will.."

"Oh Herbert, you're such a SWEET stupid thing! Now run along! I must get
ready for everything. We only have a week to prepare!"

Herbert got up and bowed, grateful to be leaving.

"Of course my petite flurocarbonate! I will pick you up in my star cruiser
and I will call ahead of course!"

He left and Rommelle went to run all a dither. She would impress those Doom
lowbrows and they would all worship her like the goddess she was!

Invitation To The Doomian Ball 5/?
Well, despite the fact that Zarkon had ordered EVERYONE to attend his Ball,
all the Scribes were readying themselves to go. Dressmakers, jewelers and
perfumers were running about the Scribes harem, filing in orders, making
fittings and the like. The Scribes were not going to disgrace Lotor at the
Ball. They were going to be decked out in their most beautiful finery and
Zarkon could eat his black heart out!

Each of the Scribes chose outfits that reflected their personal tastes. Lotor
of course had final say in what they wore, but Lotor trusted their judgement.
He still didn't like the idea of the Ball. He suspected his father was
hatching up something - perhaps a bethothal. No, he didn't trust his father a
bit! He would keep a watchful eye out and make sure nothing happened - at
least he hoped he could. It seemed like things went out of hand so quickly
with his Scribes. He had to admit his Scribes would be the beauties of the
Ball. He just wished that Allura would be there by his side. Someday she
would and she would enjoy her new life with him and with the other Scribes.
She seemed to get along with them very well and she knew of his arrangements
with them. Someday, someday, HE'D rule Doom and wouldn't have to put up with
the whims of his father. But for now, he had to get through this ball!

Elsewhere in the Castle, Zarkon was making his preparations - and he wasn't
too happy with the makeover artist he had making him over.

"I want to look YOUNGER you idiot! I look like a CLOWN!" he raged.

The makeover artist shook. He'd tried his best! Makeup could only do so much!
In fear for his life, he stammered his apologies and left the room. Zarkon
was peeved. He wanted to look younger for the Ball to impress everyone -
especially those Scribes. He hadn't been a bad looking man when he was
younger. He scored quite a bit in the good old days of his youth.
He had had youth potion before, but it didn't work - at least permanently.
Well, he was going give everyone several suprises at the ball and by the time
it was over, he'd have everything he wanted - just the way he wanted it! He
grinned evily, just thinking about it..

Meanwhile on Arus, the Voltron Force were debating whether to crash the Doom
Ball. They were prepared to, for it would be a valuable way to find out just
what Zarkon was up to. It would be risky, but they were going to try. Of
course Keith was keen on seeing Gina, Lance on seeing Moonie, Hunk on seeing
Samara and Allura on seeing Lotor, although she never would admit that!
Devana too was wondering just what that evil fish Zarkon was up to - no doubt
it was no good..

Subj: Invitation To A Doom Ball 5/?
***DAMN LONG!!*** Again, this is BEFORE Michelle's Austin Powers story..
About a few days before the Ball..

Dargon had been amazed at what happened. He had been sent by King Zarkon to
the High Priest Satah to forward an invitation to preform some ceremony at
the Ball. Dargon figured that Satah would refuse, but not in the way that he
did. Satah had taken the invitation unopened in his hand and there it burst
into flame.

"Such a union would be folly.." Satah said simply. "I will not and my
acolytes will not aid him in this."

Dargon looked at him open-mouthed and then said, "I - I will convey your
message, Honored One."

Satah looked at Dargon. "There will be no need. My second, Yillas, will send
a message to your "king." Satah said this in a tone that spoke, 'you are
dismissed' to Dargon. It was plain to see that Satah had not been pleased by
what Zarkon had planned. He left the High Priest's quarters where he was met
by Yillas and two of his handmaidens.

Dargon said, "The High Priest Satah said you would convey his regrets to King
Zarkon."

Yillas, an uncharactistically thin and bony Drule who resembled Zarkon's
darker race, said, "Oh yes. I can do that, young sir, but I can do that in
person AND perform whatever ceremonies he requires."

Dargon was suprised. "But I don't understand.."

"There is nothing to understand. I am Satah's Second and I am capable of
conducting weddings.." Dargon's eyebrows raised in suprise.

Yillas continued in his oily voice. "And my handmaidens will insure the
proprieties are kept in the old traditions Zarkon - he values SOME of the
traditions does he not?"

Dargon nodded mutely.

"All I ask is the appropriate coinage - such as he would have given to Satah
- perhaps more, since I AM going out of my way to do this."

"I cannot vouch for what King Zarkon will pay, Priest Yillas." Dargon
frowned. He didn't like this guy! He was as creepy as Zarkon!

"Oh, I think he will. Zarkon bends the rules to suit himself. Another one
will not break the cycle of the cosmos, now will it? We will leave with you.
I will take my two handmaidens. They will be needed for the sacred purifying."

"I - I ah must contact Zarkon." Dargon said. He REALLY didn't like this guy!
He'd swear this guy was related to Zarkon, he was so creepy.

"No need. My answer is enroute. He will be disappointed about High Priest
Satah, but he will adapt to this, I am sure. Now let us depart, Dargon."

Dargon lead the way to his ship with misgivings. Just what was he up to?

The afternoon of the Ball..

It was the afternoon of the Ball. Everything was just about ready. Hagar ws
preparing to turn into one of the Spice Girls for the evening and Zarkon was
making his preparations. He was pleased with the results. Hagar had come
thorugh again. He looked young, he was young! Damn, he was good looking! He
smiled wolfishly into the mirror - it didn't break. His face was finely
sculpted and he had no lines or wrinkles in sight. His dark brows arched
upwards to his now smooth forehead. His lips were full not thinned out with
age. In looking at him, one could see where Lotor got some of his looks from.
And his body! Why it was muscular just as it had been in his youth! Strong,
yes. He remembered that from when he drank part of that youth potion of
Hagar's!
Of course the old hag DID say that the effects of this potion might NOT be
permanent. He had demanded and had watched her prepare this himself. He hoped
it would be permanent, but even if it wasn't, it would suit his purposes this
evening! He smiled a feral smile. Oh he had plans for this evening! He
adjusted his royal uniform and gazed in the mirror at himself. Oh, those
wenches wouldn't be able to resist him now and he just HAD to look good this
evening!

Tamysan was in her room. She was getting ready to bathe. She rather wished
Lotor or Gorjon were here to bathe WITH her, but if they did, she wouldn't be
going to the ball (which she wouldn't mind a bit!) She was in a robe and she
gathered the things she needed for her bath. Suddenly without warning, she
was grabbed by two strong sets of hands! She whipped around and saw that the
two that grabbed her were females! Big hulking females who were marked with
strange tattoos. She recognized those marks as holy marks of the sisterhood -
counterparts of Drulean priesthood.
"Hey, who are you? Merla's goons? Never seen big women like you!" she
struggled.

"Silence" one of them said. "You are to be purified, made sacred."

"I don't know what y'all are talkin' about! Let me go before I really get
pissed!"

The one who spoke igored her. "You did bring everything, Sela?"

The other woman, a mute, nodded.

"Good. Let us begin."

Tamy suddenly felt a jab in her arm and then she didn't care about anything..


MEANwhile on Pollux..

Romelle was trussed up, and made up within a inch of her life. she was
wearing a hot pink dress - a copy of what Allura wore many times on Arus. Her
straight hair was done up in curls which was already going flat despite the
50 coats of lacquer placed on it. `She had on some scented perfume which she
swore up and down that Sven had adored when he was here, and she wore a
hairclip made of some sort of Doomian rock that Zarkon had given her after
their one-time tryst. (Little did she know that it was actually a clip made
of pertified Robeast dung) All in all she made a disturbing picture of
psychotic plainess.

"I'm goinna get ONE of them one way or the other tonite!" Rommelle squealed
in excitement. She looked at her chron. "Just WHERE is Herbert? He's late!"

"Here I am, my artificial polyunsaturate.." Herbert appeared in her doorway.
His skinny frame was attired in his best dark suit. Unfortunately it was a
little too short, showing his bony ankles and wrists.

"It's about time!" Rommelle screeched and yanked Herbert quickly out of the
room. Soon they were on their way to Doom in Herbert's Rent-A-Wreck (he was
poor gentry) Herbert sighed as he listened to Rommelle prattle along about
how she did this or that with Zarkon, Sven, Lotor, and at one point, a
teen-age 7-11 attendant. Ah, Herbert thought, was there anything such as true
love?

Yet another damn MEANwhile..

Swinelda was excited. She had shaved EVERY part of her body in preparation in
her wedding to Prince Lotor. Heck, she even shaved her legs! She had been
bathed by her handmaidens (her family had a different religous setting) and
placed her in the quasi-wedding dress she would wear. Oh, tonight would be
wonderful! She'd have that cutie-pie prince all to herself! She hoped she
wouldn't crush him - like she had her previous five husbands. She didn't know
her own strength! Of course, she heard this Lotor was strong she heard, so
maybe this would help. Swinelda suddenly sighed. Although she begged her
father to get Lotor for her, she wondered what it would be like to "love"
someone and have someone "love" her. Would cutie-pie Lotor love her? She was
pretty darn muscular. (She was oftentimes compared to the "Thing" of
Fantastic Four fame) Well, it didn't matter. Tonight there'd be a celebration
- well actually two. Her daddy told her the old man was getting hitched too!
ITADB/7? Ahhh..Sweet Mystery of Life, at last I've found yoooooou...
Date: 7/14/99 8:36:14 PM
(Mystery, secrecy, love, lust and jealousy ALL In ONE chapter!)
Samara was getting ready for the Ball, and for some reason, she thought of
the time that they had all been to the Festival of Light. She knew that it
was because of the arrival of Sahar's apprentice, Yillas. He bothered her.
He bothered her because he reminded her of Zarkon. It was more than looks, it
seemed to be his character. She had heard that Sahar surrounded himself with
the best and the worse of humanoid types, but she never really believed that.

"If they were out in the world the tigers would behave even worse. And the
saintly need my protection."

This was a quote Sammie-ma remembered one of Sahar's closest devotees saying
one day to her. It kept coming to her as the madness around the preparations
for the ball were growing greater by the day. It was becoming harder and
harder for Samara and Zarcons head of housekeeping to think on what to do
next and how to do it correctly. It seemed that everything needed to be
perfect. Perhaps Lotor was right in his assumption that his father was going
to have him be engaged? She knew he wasn't going to stand for that.

" This confusion has been going on since that apprentice of Sahah's came into
the palace. He does not have any energy at least not enough for me to pick up
on. My fears may be real. Zarcon is planing something the Devas do not
approve of. That man is going to be the fall of his own empire someday. That
apprentice is one of Sahar's tigers," Samara thought.

As she went to Dargon's guard station, her thoughts still troubled her.

"Why would Sahara allow a tiger in? The chants will be tainted even if
pronounced correctly. Oh Zarcons karma is worse than I dreamed. Lotor is the
only hope for this kingdom and Zarcon seems to be trying to thwart that as
well. I am afraid he is planning more than that."

As Samara thought her troubled thoughts, Tamy was in one of the many bedrooms
of the palace. The two handmaidens had placed henna on her hands and feet.
She was giggling as the two placed henna on her feet.

"Ya'll! That tickles!" she jerked her sensitive feet and giggled. She hated
being tickled there! Damn crazy women! The one that spoke said all the
Scribes were getting this treatment. It was interesting but she wished they
hurry up already!
They did manage to get the henna on her and then when it dried, one of the
handmaidens bid her to lay down to wait for them to bring her something to
wear. Tamy, still drowsy from whatever neat stuff they gave her, complied.
.She closed her eyes and drifted until she heard a door open and close. She
was roused and dressed in layers of sheer material. They then put a
ceremonial tiara upon her head and draped a sheer veil over her face. Tamy
wasn't too happy with this, but she figured she'd humor Lotor's whims. The
two handmaidens looked her over carefully and Tamy felt a thrill of panic for
some reason. Something just didn't set right - didn't set right at all.

The handmaiden who could speak said to the other, "Sela, it is almost time."

The mute nodded and they both grasped her by the arms. A moment she felt
another surge of panic as she was lead into the hallway. She heard music and
people - the Ball of course. The door opened and she saw a red carpeted
pathway. It lead to the Ballroom - well actually the throne room. She wondeed
if the other Scribes were there yet.


MEANwhile, during all this, Rommelle was the belle - well cracked belle of
the ball that is. She was feeling quite good about herself. So far she had
bagged two Drule guards and a Drunk Sandman who still lay sprawled in one of
the utility closets. She was sashaying across the room, her behind wriggling
and jiggling. Despite her conquests, she still couldn't get Lotor, Zarkon OR
Sven to notice her! Sven kept hanging around that Devana. (they were in
disguise but Rommelle recognized them) Lotor kept his eyes on his Scribes and
kept trying to get away from his "intended." Zarkon had announced earlier
that Lotor and this Swinella person were now engaged. Lotor did not argue the
point. He had gotten out of publicly announced marriages before. Rommelle
thought he would be so desperate to get away from Ms. Musclebound that he'd
tumble with her, but he didn't! Oh, life was SO unfair!
And Zarkon! Why he looked absolutely delicious! Rommelle thought maybe he had
a face lift or something. She had even come up to him and complemented him on
his new look, but he only gave her a disdainful eye and told her to go away!
Why even that Hagar - looking like some demented tart of a Spice Girl got a
smile out of him! Damn him! Why the last time they were together, he called
her his little rump roast! Didn't that MEAN anything to him? OOOOh...these
men! Well, she would show them! She was better than ANY female here -
including those slutty Scribes! They were just playing hard to get anyway.
Hm, what was all that up there by the throne? Bah, she didn't care. She was
going to have a ball at the ball! Rommelle continued to wriggle her ample
rear and padded bra around the room..

Poor Herbert! Forgotten in the corner! Not that he minded so much. At least
Rommelle wasn't talking about whatever new position she discovered this week.
He sighed as he leaned against the wall, sipping at Doom's version of a wine
cooler. Boy, this Ball was boring! Then he saw - her..

His mud-brown eyes widened as they caught her dull yellow ones. She was
beautiful! So - so bulky! So hardbody! Herbert felt his pulse race. She was a
goddess! Oh look my way, he prayed and when she did, her eyes widened. If
this were a cartoon, there would have been little hearts going all around!
Herbert went across the room like a man posessed. Swinelda, the object of his
affections, did the same.

Swinelda was having NO luck with her intended. She didn't understand. His
daddy had been GLAD to see her and welcomed her into the family, but Lotor
was distant. He was kind but didtant. Oh, he didn't like her, she was sure!
Swinelda pouted. Well it didn't matter. Lotor's father was a king and he
would make Lotor marry her tonight and he even said he'd take all those loose
women he had too! Swinelda thought that was a kindly thing for Lotor's father
to do.

She was following Lotor around when suddenly she realized that he disappeared
into the crowd. Craning her neck to see, she suddenly encountered brown eyes
- the color of well - that turd on the Princess Rommelle's head! Oh, he was
the finest, most delicate being she had ever seen! She HAD to meet him and so
Swinelda forgot all about Lotor and went over to Herbert!
The ceremony was in place to her horror the "tiger" was invoking the sprits
to attend to the ceremony.

ITADB: Bride Ot The Monster 8/? (yes, I DID steal the title fromV3D)
As for Lotor, he had gotten away from his "bride" and had merged with the
throng of the crowd. His face was very angry and the Scribes thronged about
knew it. Gina had threatened him with some discipline, but Lotor said,
"Business before pleasure, my Gina.I'm going to deal with my father about
this!"

"This isn't the first time, Lotor.." Dom smirked slightly.

"No, but I think he's planning something else." Lotor scowled. Look at him -
dressed in his best and Hagar must have given him a youth potion. He's
planning something else, and I'm going to stop him before he does!"

Lotor stormed though the throngs of dancers, at one point nearly tripping up
Hagar in her Spice Girl form. The old witch cursed as Lotor stepped on her
hem and rent her dress nearly in two! Her dance partner appreciated that and
without knowing Hagar's true form, groped her some more. Hagar was happy at
THAT change, and so didn't turn Lotor into a frog like she first wanted to.

Meanwhile, Tamy was lead out down the carpeted path. She didn't see Yillas
or the flickering flames of the fire coming from the small dais that had
been set up until she was nearly there. She gasped. A fire? But - wait. She
knew what this was - the sacred ceremony of marriage in Drule fashion. Why
was she here? A witness or maybe a bridesmaid? No one told her anything.
Then she saw Zarkon and her eyes widened. Why he was young looking! Hagar
had done something to him, she bet. He was dressed in his royal robes, but
they were more black than his usual ones - rather like a dress uniform. Then
the realization hit her. Zarkon was on the other side of the fire, coming
around slowly to her side. No. Uh-uh. No way. It couldn't be possible! His
smile was self-assured and victorious.
Tamysan stepped back involuntarily. She said in a low voice, "I'm not
marrying that fiend.."

The mute handmaiden suddenly touched her shoulder and Tamy froze. She could
hear Sela in her mind!

Lotor, too saw what was happening and he barely noticed the Scribes
following behind in a panic. His father DARED to pollute a sacred ceremony
by taking what was his! He rushed forward, ready to break his foul neck,
when he heard the calming voice in his mind the same time Tamy did.

~Shhh..let him think he has his way. Things are not always what they
seem..Be the reflection of what he desires things to be..all will be well..~

Both Tamy and Lotor heard Sela, and they could swear they felt the aura of
Sahar around this handmaiden. Samara too could feel the vibes and suddenly
she knew that Zarkon would not be wed to Tamy this evening. Tamy relaxed and
as Zarkon took her hand, she smiled at him slightly. This pleased Zarkon's
pride and he thought that she liked his new appearance. He anticipated the
ceremony's end keenly. Once he finished with this, then Lotor would be next.
Troubled for a moment, he scanned the crowd. He saw his son, his head bowed
slightly. He did not see Swinelda, but that didn't matter. His son had
finally bowed to his greatness at last. Zarkon was all puffed up with pride
and he was full of energy. He knew just how he was going to expend it too.
He glanced at the veiled form of his bride. Oh when he got through with her,
she wouldn't be able to walk!
Tamy and Lotor were both very calm, though the Scribes were all demanding
that Lotor DO something. They then realized that something was up and they
calmed down. Weird things were always happening here!

Zarkon walked once around the fire with Tamy as Yillas said the first round
of sacred words. To Samara's fear, he said them perfectly. Zarkon wouldn't
care if the ceremony was tainted! Despite the earlier calming words of the
handmaiden, Samara was scared.
They stopped and Zarkon removed Tamy's veil, revealing her face. This was his
right as husband to be. Tamy stilled the desire to cringe and to spit in his
face. Yillas then said the second round of sacred words and Zarkon, mumbling
some words under his breath, lead her around the fire again. The second time,
he removed the first layer of the gown she wore. It was only held in place
with a pin, so it could be removed easily. Again, as husband-to-be this was
his right. It signified his right to take away. The removal of one of the
layers revealed her body a little more to the other's gaze - including
Zarkon's. Tamy felt slightly sickened when she saw him run his tonque slighty
against his lower lip. He took off the cape he wore and placed it around her.
This signified his right to give to his wife and also his protection.
And now was the telling moment. With the third and final pass around the
fire, Yillas would pronounce them wed, legally, spiritually, and bodily.
Zarkon, as bridegroom would then claim his bride in a kiss and she would be
lead into the bedchambers by her new husband to consumate the marriage. (In
very ancient times before technology advances, Drules as a norm had the
consumation done immediately afterwards in front of the wedding guests to
insure that the wife's first born child would be of the husband's and also to
prove that the husband was capable of preforming his marital privilege.)

"Shit, this is a nail biter! I say we go in there and beat the shit out of
him!" Dom whispered to no one in particular.

The room was very still as they waited for the third pass..

Meanwhile in a broom closet..

Rommelle was having some fun with some guy who had grabbed her and pulled her
in the closet. She didn't know anything about him, save that he was Drule and
obviously hung like a moose! She did her usual bump and grind, had to bite
back a couple of screams but oh, was it good! Atterwards, still cramped in
the closet with the stranger, she asked who he was.

"Eh, my name is Zerak, my prize peahen.."

That voice! It sounded so familar!

"Um, Zerak?"

"Yes, butter-muffin. I'm Zarkon's twin brother - the yutz didnt' TELL me he
was getting married!"

"Wha - ?" Rommelle groped for the light switch while Zerak groped her.

The light came on and revealed an exact twin of Zarkon except he was sorta
hairy all over!

"You like the hair? Heh. Zarkon might be a damn king, but I still got my
hair!"

Rommelle stiffled a groan as Zerak touched her in certain areas best not
mentioned!

"Mmm..and other things, my hairy hero!"

"C'mere, my blond beauty!"

Like Hagar's sex life, it's best to leave the two lovebirds alone for the
time being!

And as far as Swinelda and Herbert...

A door busted open somewhere in Castle Doom:

"YOUNG MAN, JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER!"

Herbert, in the throes of passion with Swinelda (who was also the same) said,
"Ummm, pumping iron.."

Swinelda giggled until she opened her eyes.

"DADDY!"

"Don't 'Daddy' me, young lady! You're supposed to be marrying Prince Lotor
RIGHT now! You begged me for him and now you're - you're fornacating with
this - this NOBODY!"

Swinelda sat up, covering herself up with a sheet while Herbert scrambled
into his pants.

"But Daddy, I love Herbert! I didn't love Lotor!"

"Love! Bah! Money's the thing and your wedding will bankrupt me if it's not
to Lotor!"

Herbert, in defense of his true muscular love, said, "Sir. I love Swinelda.
Maybe I'm not some rich prince but - "

"But WHAT? You don't have a penny! I OWN "Rocket Burger! The biggest gulp
dive in the galaxy! You couldn't get my daughter anything but knocked up!"

Herbert thought for a moment. "Rocket Burger huh?"

"Yes!" her father roared, eager to do in this pipsqueak of a pipecleaner.

"Well, I'll tell ya, sir. The reason I got a title but kinda low on the cash
is cause my GRANDFATHER owns "BelchO'Burgers."

"BelchO'Burgers! That's our BIGGEST competitor! That old bastard that runs it
tried to buy me out last year! You're his grandson?"

"The one and only. See, granddad's a butthead and he disowned my father for
something or other. My dad had ALL the secrets of BelchO'Burgers in head -
formulas for the Belch-O sauces, the exact mix of their shakes."

"REALLY?" Swinelda's father was wide-eyed like a kid at Christmas.

"Oh yeah. Plus lots of inside stuff. He wrote it all down I got it as a
matter of fact. Y'know with this kind of info, you could have Belch for a
song!" Herbert grinned.

Swinelda kept back a smile. She had a feeling this was going to work out.

Her father grinned. "And uh - what then price of that - son?"

"Let me marry Swinelda tonight, and I will give you ALL the dirt on Belcho.
You buy out Belcho, let me run them for ya, and Swinelda will always have
money AND she'll be a Lady too!"

"Daddy, PLEEEASE?" Swinelda begged.

Hmmm..a lady wasn't as good as a princess, but to have Belcho out of the way
at last and have their profits! Swinelda's father shrugged. Why not? Zarkon
was a yutz anyway.

"All right, my boy. You've got a deal! Let's get outta here and go pick up
some Rocket Burgers. Damn Doom food gives me the winds somethin' awful!

Herbert grinned and put on the rest of his clothes. He kissed Swinelda and
left the room so she could change. Within ten minutes they departed Doom for
the planet of Las Vegus (named after Las Vegas by a drunk Martian who won at
craps)

They lived happily ever after!

Back in the throne room, they waited with baited breath for Yilla to give the
signal for the third and final go around...

(to be continued!!)

ITADB: Bride Ot The Monster, FINAL
Tamy was tense. The whole ROOM was tense - except for Zarkon and Yillas.
Zarkon, placed his hand at her her waist to guide her around the third and
final time. This was his privliege now. No one could stop him.

Gina hissed. "Lotor, if you won't stop him, I WILL!"

Lotor glared at her. "No, you will NOT!" he hissed. "Now be still. I promise
my father shall not have his way tonight.."

Yillas gave the signal to proceed, and despite Tamy's earlier calm that it
would be all right, her every step felt like lead. Zarkon guided her along
while Yillas chanted the words perfectly. Soon, too soon, they completed the
circle and Yillas faced the both of them.

With a smile he said, "You have rounded the sacred flame thrice according to
sacred law. The bonds of matrimony are nearly sealed.."

Zarkon impatiently wished he'd hurry up!
"And now for the holy kiss of submission.." Yillas nodded to Zarkon, who
turned Tamy to face him.

Tamy fleetingly looked at Sela the handmaiden, who smiled slightly and
thought something to her. Tamy smiled slightly, hearing the thought in her
head. She even said to Zarkon, "My bridegroom.." and placed a very alluring
look on her face. Zarkon, filled with triumph (and other things BEST not
mentioned) leaned over to kiss her. Their lips were VERY close when -

"CRUNCH!"

Zarkon went down as Tamy kneed him savagely in the groin. Tamy smiled
victoriously and tried to run away from the circle. Yillas grabbed her wrist
to keep her from fleeing.Zarkon would only pay him if the wedding were
sucessful!

"You WILL finish this!" he growled.

Suddenly, Sela stepped forward. Yillas growled, "Step BACK, Sela!"

"YOU have broken sacred law by touching her, Yillas. She will not finish this
abomination of a ceremony!" Sela said.

"You - you can speak!" Yillas cried out, releasing Tamy's wrist.

"Things aren't ALWAYS what they seem..Illusions and spells begone!" Sela
smiled. She waved her hand and she turned into Sahar himself!

Yillas looked like he was going to have a heart attack! Zarkon moaned with
pain on the floor, for he hadn't been wearing ANYTHING under his robes and
thus NOT protected as he normally would have been. Also, his youth was gone
and he looked like his old icky self.
A scream was heard somewhere in the room and suddenly a half-naked man ran
out screaming. A moment later a NAKED Hagar in her natural form came running
out after the man!

"Wait! Wait for you suger lump, honey!" she cried. streaking out of the room.

Yillas faced Sahar quaking with fear. Sahar merely said. "Once you embraced
what was holy and you stepped away from that. Your credits are gone, Yillas.
I made sure of that."

His credits! All gone! Still he would be lucky if Sehar let him live!

Sehar said, "Yillas. I will not kill you. I will not kill Zarkon though he
deserves it. No. There is a time and place for that.." He looked at Tamy. "Go
back to your love, child."

Tamy obliged by running to Lotor and nearly tackling him!

"You, Yillas, can still be redeemed." Yilla sighed with a sort of relief. He
remembered long ago he had admired his master. Maybe it was time again to
start anew.

Sehar looked down at Zarkon who now sat up very angrily."You, King Zarkon -
even YOU can be redeemed, but I don't believe you shall. One day your evil
will end. This I do know."

Sehar looked at Yillas and said, "We depart, my student.." He looked at Lotor
and the Scribes and said, "Blessings upon thy house and ladies, Prince
Lotor."

Lotor nodded - a nice feat considering Tamy was clinging to him like a leech!

They suddenly disappeared - Sehar, Yillas and the other handmaiden. The ball
crowds started to leave and Zarkon was nowhere to be found. More than likely,
he was back on his side to nurse his wounded pride and genitals!

Tamy attacked Lotor which was no problem for him. (The henna that was placed
on her contained a light aphrodiasiac. ) As a matter of fact, in celebration
of the fact that Lotor and Tamy didn't get married to their respectives
mates, Lotor had each of the Scribes for various FUN activities. They slept
thorough the next day, knowing Zarkon would not venture out.

As for Rommelle and Zerak. They ran off for a weekend on Pollux, where Zerak
got bored with her pretty quick and ran off to parts unknown. (Later, he'd
hit his bro up for more money, but that's another story!)

(I know it's quick! but I wanted to end the damn thing!)

tam