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Love & Sex & Katamari
by Kim McFarland
"Oh! I feel it. I feel the Cosmos!"
-- Michiru Hoshino

It had been a dark and stormy night. The kaminari and other gods of unpleasant weather, annoyed at having had their storms rolled up into katamari, had taken their vengeance on the meadow in which The King of All Cosmos's fans had gathered. Fortunately, the Prince and his cousins had taken shelter. Well, the King assumed they had. They had seemed none the worse for wear the next morning, anyway.
The King was now inspecting a katamari. It was the most recent of many that day. After a while they all start looking alike - except for the clouds and sweets ones, of course - but he had a special interest in this one. It was covered with strange squat trees and wriggling creatures that looked like giant rats with overdeveloped hind legs.
The Prince was exhausted. He had been rolling katamaris all day. His cousins helped when people asked them, but because the Prince was the one everyone recognized, he was the one they made most of their requests to. He would have thought that after rolling his biggest katamari ever - he'd even gotten his mother and father, and thankfully they hadn't minded - he could have taken a rest. But immediately afterwards the King had sent him to Australia with the task of rolling up as much of the continent as he could.
It was tough being a Prince of All Cosmos. He understood that his father was training him for the day in the distant future when he would become King. It was a big job, taking care of all the stars in the sky. But still it would have been nice to take a break every now and then.
The King had a distant, distracted look in his eyes as he idly tossed the katamari up and down in one hand. That was typical, but it was unusual for him to go for so long without speaking. The Prince wondered, wasn't the katamari big enough? He had rolled up everything he could! He had rolled up most of the trees and animals, and the smaller mountains, but the larger ones had been just too big! Had he missed something vital?
At length the King spoke. "We suppose this will do for now. We could make a larger one, of course." He examined it closer. "Giant rats that hop and have boxing matches, trees that grow upside down - Australia certainly is a peculiar place. We should visit it someday."
The Prince relaxed. Whew. It was good enough after all. He wasn't disappointed that it had earned him no praise; it always took him several tries before he knew an area well enough to roll a really good katamari. He was sure that he'd see that continent again, over and over.
"Oh, We just can't decide what to do with this. It's been too long a day, hasn't it? We'll just set this aside for now." The King flipped it gently upward so it settled intact into a low geosynchronous orbit rather than igniting into a star.
The Prince stared at it, confused. He was going to leave it like that? If he didn't put the soul of the katamari into the sky by making it into a star or planet, all the things in it wouldn't be returned to where they came from. Being rolled up was fun, the Prince knew, but being stuck inside a katamari for too long had to get crowded and uncomfortable.
Then he noticed a white speck in the sky. It grew until it resolved itself into the form of his mother. The Queen had returned to their home world soon after being rolled up, and was just now coming back. She landed lightly in the meadow beside the King, her white bell-shaped skirt settling gently as a silk parachute. The King glanced at her and the basket she was carrying in the crook of one arm. She returned the glance with a warm smile, then knelt and set the basket, which was slightly larger than a minivan, down among the fans and cousins. She did so carefully, giving those who were underneath a chance to scatter out of the way.
The King declared, "That will be enough katamari rolling for today. Have a flower watching party, or whatever it is you do. We feel like stretching Our legs." The King and Queen both stood, disturbing some feathery cirrus clouds with their heads, then walked away from the meadow.
The little aliens swarmed around the basket. Thankfully, it had an opening on the side. The ones who got there first began handing out the sandwiches, cakes, and other goodies the Queen had made to the cousins and fans outside.

The King and Queen walked out over the ocean. They could have flown, but this was more refreshing. They stepped around or over islands. Ships and giant sea creatures fled in their wake. They had learned that the appearance of these titans almost always heralded the katamaris that would roll them up and toss them into the sky, something aquatic creatures had little sense of humor about.
One sailboat did not move fast enough. The crew saw the Queen's skirt rapidly approaching like a storm front and could not catch the wind in time. The fabric swept over the mast surprisingly gently, no more than rocking the boat. Those of the crew who were on deck and looked up at the right time saw a sight they would never forget, and few would want to.
Just that day the Prince had rolled the King and Queen up into a katamari in this very ocean. It had been many years since anyone had dared to do such a thing - and it had seemed inexplicably *right*. And when the Queen had been rolled up with him, that had been... distracting. Very distracting, for both of them. It was the first time they had ever been captured together. It had, in fact, cost the King his composure. However, the Queen, ever a quick thinker, had covered for him - literally - by sitting in his lap afterwards. The fans and Prince couldn't have suspected a thing.
That had solved the problem of preserving the royal dignity, and avoiding intimidating the tiny people of Earth, but afterwards he had not been able to keep his mind on pleasing his fans. So, he had set the Prince one final task for the day. The Queen, who knew her husband's mind, had made her own preparations. The children and the fans would be kept occupied, allowing the royal couple some time to themselves.

They soon arrived at the northwest shore of a small continent. On the other side of the shoreline was a large, ruddy expanse of desert textured by fine ripples of sand dunes and the looping tracks of a katamari. In the middle distance was a small range of bare rocky mountains. There were no moving things in sight, no animals or vehicles. The Prince had done a good job.
The Queen looked around critically. She walked to the mountains and ran a white-gloved finger over the nearest slope. It was reasonably clean. And the sand was soft, almost powdery, under her feet. Yes, this would do. She reached behind herself.
The King watched as she unfastened her skirt and slid it down over her legs, then stepped out. She was wearing nothing but her shoes underneath it. She had indeed come prepared! She turned the skirt inside out so the outside would remain clean and carefully laid it on the mountain ridge. As she pulled at the fingers of her gloves she glanced at him. She had blushed an adorable seashell pink. He was grinning back, and there was also a flush to his slate gray cheeks. He started to undo his sash; she shook her head at him. He looked puzzled. She stepped over to him and, smiling, placed a hand on his chest. "Sit down, dear. Relax."
Oh, she had something in mind? In theory the King of All Cosmos need defer to no one. In practice, of course, that did not count with the Queen. When she wished to take the upper hand, he let her. Especially in situations such as this. He sat down on the dry sand and watched her.
She pulled her gloves off by the fingers, then laid them on her skirt. She had already set her shoes at the base of the mountain. Then she lifted her pink sweater off by the lower hem, revealing a white corset. Bare now except for that and her crown, she walked over to the King, knelt in the sand by his side, and kissed him. She began it as a gentle, wifely kiss; he deepened it into a more ardent kiss. It sent a shiver through her body.
When the kiss broke she reached down to undo his sash. Her hands brushed - not accidentally - against the mounting evidence of his interest, but pretended not to be aware of it. He knew this game. She was in the mood to tease him. But she was not a cruel woman, or at least not very. She pulled the cloth through the fasten and set both on her thighs, across their juncture with her body. Then she slipped her hands under his sky blue jacket and slid them over his shoulders, pushing the light cloth back.
He shrugged the jacket off. She took it, folded it a few times, and tossed it and his sash over to her skirt. She felt a plucking at her corset as he undid the tie at the top. "We want to see you, not your corset."
She smiled. She had expected that. This corset had simple lacing, so it was not difficult to remove. She let him do so, pulling the laces out top to bottom, revealing more until he could lift it off of her like a shell. She did not need a corset; she was naturally slender. It was like wrapping paper: decorative, but meant to be removed. He tossed it over - it landed more or less on her skirt - and then ran his fingertips up from her stomach, past her ribs, lightly over her breasts.
Smiling, she placed a hand on his chest. He let her push him down so he was reclining on the soft sand. She moved to straddle him, but not the way he had expected; she knelt with her knees just above his shoulders. Ah! He wrapped his arms around her thighs, his hands on her rear, to help support her, and leaned forward.
She closed her eyes and drew in her breath when she felt his tongue touch her. It flicked lightly against her clitoris, then stroked back and forth. When he began to nibble she was glad for the support of his arms, as she was becoming unsteady.
He closed his eyes, his attention only on the touch and taste of his wife and the sounds she made. She was clean and sweet. He could tell she had washed just before coming back; she had been anticipating this! He was pleased to give her what she asked for. He liked to think of this part of her as her peach - soft and pretty outside, juicy and sweet inside. From the sounds she was making now - cute little gasps, with a cut-off indrawn breath - and her movements, he could tell she had become quite excited. He paused and concentrated.
Her eyes opened wide as a prismatic glow enveloped her from below.

A flock of budgerigars, exhausted from evading a katamari all day, burst from a scrubby tree in a panicked cloud of squawks and beating wings. They fluttered about, madly trying to find the source of the sounds that had frightened them. But there was no danger visible for miles in the desert; the land was empty. And the sounds were echoey with distance.
Eventually the birds settled back into the tree. They began chirping amongst themselves, imitating the strange cries they had heard.

Her blush had deepened to a rosy hue, and she was making little sounds as she breathed. That was a dirty trick, pulling a Royal Rainbow on her, one that gave her no chance at all to resist. Or desire to resist, come to that. She reached back for what she knew would be there - and her hand encountered fabric. She hadn't removed his tights. Oops! In no mood for delay now, she raised herself, then moved to his side so she could peel the fabric off of him. He let out a breath of relief; that *had* been uncomfortable.
She straddled his legs and bent forward. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as she took half his length into her mouth. He couldn't watch, though he wanted to. He didn't want this to end early! Mercifully, she did not suck or tongue him. Even he had his limits, she knew.
After only a few moments she moved forward again and, after reaching down to place the head between her inner lips, sank down onto his lap. As both of them were well-lubricated, he slid easily into her. She placed her hands on his chest and raised herself to her knees, until he had slipped out, then, holding him in place, lowered herself again. She liked the sensation of intromission so much, why stop with just once?
He was now watching her. She had blushed beautifully, and wore an expression of intense concentration, almost of pain. She rested both hands on his chest and started moving her hips up, down, and around, thrusting herself onto him. Her breasts, jiggling with the force of her motion, drew his attention, as did the sight of their connection. He ran his hands up and down her body, touching her shoulders and sides, cupping her breasts, stroking her where she was joined to him. Soon his hands grasped her hips firmly, and, gritting his teeth, he began thrusting insistently up into her.

Several small mobs of kangaroos fled, terrified by the sudden trembling of the ground under their feet. They scattered, trying to flee the earthquake without any idea of where to find safety.

The Queen sagged down onto the King. They were still joined, but that was softening. She rested against his chest, panting softly, eyes closed. That had been a *good* one. His arms went around her, embracing her, his hands stroking her back and behind.
After a bit she raised a hand to brush her hair out of her face. The outer edge of her hand and forearm was coated with sand, which dribbled onto his chest. Now that they were both damp with sweat, she realized, the sand would stick to them. He felt her pause in mid-motion, and opened his eyes. She glanced back, then said wryly, "It's a pity there isn't a bath here."
"Oh, isn't there one?"
"Is there?" she asked, surprised.
"We're sure We can come up with something." Before she could reply he tightened his arms around her and rolled suddenly. They tumbled across the beach and into the ocean. She struggled out of his grasp, then, laughing, cupped her hands and sent a spray of water at him.

It was a warm and pleasant evening. Dusk had fallen, and several campfires had sprung up in the meadow. Shikao had somewhere acquired a battery-powered television set, and the Prince and several cousins were sitting in front of it, munching on cookies and watching an animated program about people with big hair growling and staring threateningly at each other.
The cartoon cut off abruptly and was replaced by the image of a newsman at a desk, who said, "This just in: There has been unusual, unexplained seismic activity in the Southern Hemisphere, centering in Australia. Airplane traffic to that area has been suspended, and ships are warned to stay away because of possibly related turbulence in the Indian Ocean. The cause is being investigated by scientists who are analyzing satellite imagery to determine the source of these events. Stay tuned for further updates."
The cartoon cut back on again. Fortunately, the Prince and his cousins, being much more interested in their cookies than in news interruptions, had not paid attention.

The King, Queen, and Prince of All Cosmos, and all of the cousins, are copyright © Namco, and are used here without permission but with a lot of affection and, believe it or not, respect. This story is copyright © Kim McFarland (negaduck9@aol.com). Please do not repost or archive online without permission, and of course keep it out of the hands of kiddies!
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