Tom’s Parallel World Pt. 10
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Dear reader, this is a work of erotic adventure fiction, containing furry, intelligent anthropomorphic animals having sex with our human hero. If this isn’t for you, please read my other stories.
All characters, furry or otherwise, are over eighteen.
Our Hero, Tom, found himself accidentally transported to a parallel world where cats, dogs and other mammals have evolved alongside humans. Tom’s adventures centre on a small Cornish fishing village, where the top dog, Captain Brown, or Edgar to his family, keeps him under his watchful eye.
Because of a threat against the King of England, Captain Brown has teleported the pair of them to Buckingham Palace, in London. Here they’ve met with King Robert the third, or Bob to his close friends, who Tom has discovered is Edgar’s older brother.
I’d like to give a massive thanks to all the readers, who’ve waited for this next episode. I’m sorry for the length of the wait, but life and earning a living gets in the way of writing. To save you all reading back over previous chapters, I’ve started with a little recap to remind you what has happened.
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The three of them sat on large ornate chairs around an equally sized, veneered table in one of the private rooms of Buckingham Palace. Tom remained in awe of the opulence of the surroundings, with crystal chandeliers and the decorative architraves framing windows, doors and partitioning the high ceiling.
King Robert, the third, spoke first.
“Tom, foremost, I have to thank you for saving Edgar’s life. Without your bravery, I’d have lost my brother and greatest advisors.”
He blushed, wondering if the king knew of his ability to grow a mermaid’s tail, which was key to his rescuing Edgar when stranded on an isolated rock pinnacle, out at sea, during this summer’s worst storms.
“I’m sure my doctors would love to find out how you turn into a merman…”
He shrank back in the high-backed chair, as images of him lying in this world’s version of Area 51 being dissected ran through his mind. A wry smile grew on Bob’s lips as he winked, confirming Tom’s suspicion that the king he was taking his turn at having a little joke.
Edgar spoke up, cutting to the chase.
“Bob, he initiated the room transfer, that teleported us here… That’s how far it has gone.”
“But that needs your genetic code, not even Margaret, only…”
The king enquired, looking questioningly at his brother, as Edgar nodded, glancing at Tom knowingly.
“You mean Tom we’ve not had any reports about him anywhere. His civil servant colleagues have raised the alarm when he didn’t answer their calls this morning… Do you have any idea’s?”
Bob kastamonu escort was very much the king as his gaze looked deep into Tom’s eyes, sensing he was involved… Tom felt the need to admit his involvement, but Edgar wouldn’t approve.
“No, but…”
“I gave you explicit orders not to harm him.”
Edgar barked.
For the first time Olga showed some interest, leaning into the table towards Tom, her head tilted to one side, not wanting to miss his explanation.
“I didn’t. I just led others to believe he’d double crossed them…”
Tom explained how they only realised the connection to the vixen when she arrived, with both he and Becky recognising her scent from the beach. She’d clearly come to monitor both Roxy and Balthazar.
At this point he hadn’t known the Roxy connection, but after rescuing Edgar from drowning, he turned the tables in their favour, guessing that the Vixen was under instructions from the elusive Brock.
Bob cut in.
“Somehow this criminal badger, Brock, who charismatically calls himself a pirate, is behind to all of this. He seemed to come out of the woodwork as he was unheard of twenty years ago. Some say he came over from France, but no one knows for sure.”
Tom continued, telling them about his shaking hands with Balthazar in front of the Vixen, in the bar, and loudly thanking him for helping save Edgar, thus sowing the seed of doubt in Vixen’s mind.
King Bob leaned forward, intrigued by Tom’s story.
“Ha ha, I like your style Tom… Continue.”
Olga nodded in agreement, smiling. Whilst in contrast, Edgar hid his head in his paws and shaking it.
Tom gave a full, blow by blow account of the events later that evening, after walking Becky home and he’d returned to Kitty’s pub to find Balthazar had left. How he’d let the vixen follow him through the village, to Balthazar’s house and, upon greeting him at his door, he again loudly proclaimed Balthazar’s help in saving Edgar.
He told them of his dodging through Balthazar’s home so he could leave out the back, as the Vixen arrived at the open front door.
“And that was the last time I saw him… So I actually never touched the duplicitous cat.”
Edgar was fuming but silent as his brother congratulated Tom on his performance, laughing in triumph. Tom sipped the last of his lukewarm tea as Bob continued to congratulate and Olga, leaned back in her chair, beaming at the result.
“I think I need you as an advisor, Tom, just to stir things up.”
Olga smirked at Bob’s quip in agreement.
“Now Bob, don’t encourage him.”
Tom kayseri escort smiled, then returned to his story, skirting over his sexual encounter with Roxy but went into detail over her attempt to inject him with an early development of the zombie drug and his fight with her, being able to wrestle the syringe from her, and injecting her instead. Then how, with the drug taking hold of Roxy, she explained the Vixen’s plans for him and how he whisked her away to stay with Lucy and Peter.
Bob showed genuine concern for Roxy’s well being as Tom outlined her being blackmailed and caught up in the sex slave trade. He asked a few questions, making mental notes about Tom’s answers. He then outlined his discovering the two weasels watching and how they contacted Edgar, who mobilised the fisherdogs to catch the watchers.
“This adds a whole additional dimension to the Bureaucrats’ intentions. We knew they had links to the underworld, but not to this depth… I had whispers of these sex hotels and the police uncover a few, but if they are being protected by bureaucrats, then they will always be one step ahead.”
“There’s more to it than that, Bob.”
Tom dug into his pocket and retrieved the paper with the two names on.
“Roxy admitted to injecting these people before coming to me.”
Bob’s eyes bulged, and he spoke into his wristwatch.
“Micheal… Bob here, have Dan Walker and Mike Burchell arrived with the other guests?”
A voice responded with a confirmation.
“Separate them from everyone else. Find any reason you can.”
Olga spoke up for the first time since sitting down and went to leave the table.
“Let me deal with them.”
Bob’s hand came up, his paw facing her, silently asking her to stand down. Olga, clearly disappointed, returned to her seat as Bob continued.
“No one is to be left alone with them. Ensure several trusted guards watch them. Search them for syringes, pills, or liquids of any sort.”
“Sir?” Came the squawked response from his watch.
“Michael, follow my instructions without trying to be too obvious to the other guests.”
Bob then looked back at Tom.
“You are definite. Those are the names?”
“Yes, Roxy was under the drug’s influence by then, so I can’t imagine she lied.”
Olga quietly asked, “Bob, let me deal with it?”
“No, with all the guests in the palace today, we need diplomacy. Tom, these two MPs are supporters of the monarchy and were in Parliament yesterday.”
“What are they in control of?”
“Nothing important. The bureaucrats have seen to that.”
“Were there any important votes kıbrıs escort or legislation? If they are here, what if they are carrying the virus to influence others? It would help if you could get a blood sample from them. The evidence should still be there.”
“No. I don’t think so… I can’t take blood samples unless they’re sick enough to warrant it…”
After hearing a buzz of vibration, Bob spoke to his wrist again.
“Michael? Good, you’ve separated them? Find out exactly what they’ve been involved in politically over the last few days. Get my doctors to examine them, say they don’t look well, or that they look feverish.”
“Maybe I should have you here in London as an advisor, Tom?”
“No… I enjoy being a thorn in Edgar’s side too much.”
Bob laughed, whereas Edgar groaned. Once more, a voice squeaked from Bob’s wrist.
“You’re Majesty. I’m Phillip, from Michael’s office… I’ve examined the MPs’ timetables over the last three days. Nothing for two days, then yesterday they attended the quango for wormhole research. They voted on additional funding and continued research into the viability of greater wormhole use.”
Tom stiffened upright and opened his mouth to speak. Bob held his palm up to stop him and answered his call.
“Thanks, Phillip. I’ll need detailed minutes of that meeting and voting.”
“But that’s Bureaucrat Simon’s department.”
“Phillip… I don’t care how you obtain it, by hook or by crook. Whatever it takes, understood?”
“Sorry…”
“No, that’s fine Phillip, thanks.”
Bob checked his watch before looking back at Tom, his hand now encouraging him to elaborate.
“You can’t allow them to continue with wormholes, the safety of Britain or even this world could be at stake. They must shut down the wormholes or next time it won’t be another me coming through. It could be an entire army.”
Bob looked incredulously at Tom, and Olga looked sceptical as Bob took up the bureaucratic line.
“Pure science fiction. Their research is for them to see how economically viable it is to reach the moon or possibly Mars or Pluto for exploration or to mine for resources.”
“Which would be fine, but they create secondary localised wormholes, opening pathways to parallel worlds. How do you think I got here?”
With Tom now energised and his mind in overdrive, a new possibility dawned on him.
“You said that Brock was unknown before and yet he’s the scheming centre behind all this sophisticated criminal activity. Nobody knows his background. What if he too came through a wormhole from mine or another parallel world, which is why he is an enigma with his ability to stay one jump ahead of you?”
Edgar coughed, still not convinced after all of Tom’s previous arguments. Tom glared back at him and immediately threw himself against them, continuing to open wormholes. He went at great lengths to repeat his concerns that other worlds could easily predict the wormhole appearances and send an attacking force through.
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