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Mew felt the rumble of the jet engines as the plane lifted off the runway. Breathing a sigh of relief, he felt the soft hum of the engines sooth his unsettled mind. As the plane broke through the clouds above, he felt his eyes grow heavy as the warm sun fell across his face. The plane was quiet, save for only the soft whir of the engines. Leaning against the window, he felt the exhaustion from the day wash over him as he closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
The smell of salt drifted across his nostrils. He opened his eyes slowly, sitting up in the worn wooden chair. Warm light filled the room as he sat up. Glancing down, he saw nautical charts scattered across the desk before him as he felt his elbow bump against the hilt of a sword still in its sheath. Instinctively he reached over, grabbing it before it fell. Pulling it up, he felt caught off guard by its heft as he leveled it across his lap. Its size alone made him wonder as to its owner as he ran a hand along the ornate sheath. He paused, shaking his head as he realized it must be a dream. Leaning the sword against the desk, he stood up, glancing behind him.
Much to his surprise, he beheld a formidable armada traveling in perfect formation behind him, tall white sails billowing in the wind. Bending down, he couldn't make out the flag atop the masts, but his attention quickly drifted elsewhere as he spied a tall full body mirror standing beside a dark oaken cabinet. Curiously, he approached the mirror, expecting to see nothing. To his surprise he stared back.
"Well this is all wrong," he said without thought. "Seems my dinner must've been cursed. I guess now comes the fun of finding the poor soul who tried to interfere with my plans."
Slowly, he muttered something under his breath Mew couldn't recognize yet it felt almost like second nature. A tingling sensation radiated from his hands as he looked down, watching his hands grow and slim, soft pink pads tipping each finger. Flexing gently, he felt his razor sharp claws pop in and out with a unified snnk. Reaching up, he watched in the mirror as his hands slowly ran across his face, caressing his skin as silky amber fur emerged behind his hands. As if guided by invisible hands, he felt his snout emerge as his eyes shifted, filling with a shimmering gold that seemed to blaze with a hidden fire. Running down his jawline, he felt the bones shift and crackle as he opened his maw, feeling his jaw stretch as if waking from a long nap. Both hands gently wrapped around his neck, feeling the warm fur blossom underneath.
The figure in the mirror gazed back with an evil smirk as she felt a familiar purr resonate deep in her chest.
"My my," she chuffed, running her hands across the top of her scalp, feeling the long silky hair cascade forth. "I do believe that this would-be assassin may have just earned a personal thrashing."
She licked her soft lips in excitement as her hands rubbed gently along her soft velvety ears. The lioness gazed back in the mirror, a glimmer of appreciation dancing behind her smoky eyes. Slowly, her warm hands ran along her shoulders, feeling the thin cloth underneath rip and tear as soft fur and strong corded muscle formed underneath. She ran her hands down the sides of her arms, feeling her strength returning to her as she stretched. Pressing her hands against her chest, she bit her lower lip as the remnants of the shirt she wore gave way as plush flesh bound forth into the warm close air. A pulse of pleasure radiated through her body as she felt her chest threaten to burst through the wrappings around her chest.
Pushing onwards, she felt her hands wrap around her waist, feeling her abs softly tighten and relax under her short fur as her hands swept behind her back, feeling a long familiar companion emerge, the soft dark fur on the tip swishing back and forth.
"There you are, you sneaky little thing," she whispered as her tail flicked back and forth mischievously before settling down. Reaching lower, she felt the warm cloth shift as her hindquarters grew and toned, leaving her tail resting gently between two firm fluffy cheeks. Sliding down she felt her rear flex and shift as pale skin gave way to toned muscle peering out from beneath the warm amber fur. As she slid over her knees and down towards her feet, she gasped as she felt her feet shift and realign as they returned to their digitigrade form. Hopping back onto her feet, she gazed down, realizing she'd forgotten something.
"Cute, but I've got something far better," she chided, feeling a glowing warmth between her legs as an unfamiliar sensation fades away to be replaced by a much more familiar tingling. With a knowing smile she gazes back into the mirror, taking a moment to savor her toned body, refined and forged through years of long battle and hardship. But now, it was all coming together.
A knock on the door pulls her from her indulgence.
"Mistress Ziore," a soft voice calls from beyond the threshold. "May I come in?"
"Of course darling," Ziore replied, returning to her desk. As she sat down the door swung open as the sounds of a bustling ship drifted into the room. A demure vixen stepped into the room, taking a moment to close the door behind her. Turning around, she approached the desk as she produced a scroll, her eyes locked to the floor.
Ziore couldn't help but smile as she stood up, circling around as she rested her hands on the vixen's shoulders. The fox let out a quiet "eep" as the lioness leaned in.
"Is this the information I asked for?" she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. She felt the vixen nod softly. "Good girl," she said, watching the vixen's tail swish back and forth, betraying her happiness. "See? If you simply obey your Mistress, you'll be so much better off, aren't you?"
"Yes Mistress," the vixen replied, daring to look back. As she did so Ziore reached forth, guiding the fox's lips to her own. The vixen shook as she felt Ziore's long rough tongue press deep into her mouth, nearly causing her to fall against the desk. Slowly the lioness pulled back with a commanding smirk.
"Now darling," she cooed, watching the vixen struggle to collect herself. "Find me the one who cursed me last night and tonight, I will personally show you the meaning of conquest. After we've finished celebrating your homecoming."
"Yes Mistress," the vixen said, still reeling from the kiss. "I'll do my best."
"Good girl," Ziore replied, patting the vixen on her generous behind as she turned to head out the door. As the door closed behind her Ziore turned towards her personal effects. Donning her armor, she took a moment to feel the familiar sensation of her sword beneath her hand. Lifting her shield, she opened the door as the ship fell silent. She felt the ship come to a halt against a dock. The smell of warm sand filled her nose as she smiled, gazing at the rows and rows of obedient soldiers and sailors at her beck and call.
"At ease," she called, taking her time to gaze upon each and every one of her servants. "You have done well these past few weeks. Our journey has been long and arduous, but tonight, we shall find rest in the company of new comrades, so go forth, and take a rest most well deserved!"
With a cheer the ship is tidied up at breakneck speed. Hooting and hollering the soldiers and sailors pour down the gangplank into the port town. As the last of their voices fade, Ziore turns to the vixen, who had just finished setting up a simple table adorned with fruit and meat. The two sit down, both facing the dock as a delegation approaches, led by a regal looking fox. Stepping aboard, Ziore gestures to the table.
"I'm glad to see you've gotten my message," she says with a smile. "Tea, wine, brandy?" she offers, gesturing to several bottles lined up.
"No for the moment," the fox replies, sitting down opposite the two. "Mainly I seek clarification on your claims to these lands."
"Well," Ziore says, taking a moment to open a bottle of blood red wine. "I'm glad you asked. Are you certain you don't desire a glass?"
"Perhaps when we're done here," the fox answers, looking at the vixen beside Ziore. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"I think you might actually," the lioness replies with a knowing smile. "After all, she's the reason I'm here to begin with."
"Then why are you here?" the fox demands, his voice betraying his concern.
"Simple," Ziore says, her eyes glowing faintly. "I want you to Obey My Every Order." She slowly takes a sip of her wine as the fox before her stiffens for a moment.
"Now," she says, sliding a glass across the table. "I do believe this calls for celebration, a celebration of successful negotiations and a beautiful reunion. So please, enjoy your wine."
The two watch as the fox slowly lips the glass to his lips, taking a long deep drink.
"After all," Ziore remarks, glancing from the vixen by her side to the fox across the table. "It's so rare in Shayr to see noble families reunited like this, Brother-in-law."