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Vularn
Casino Row
Cerulean had been accosted by two secuirity guards on the casino floor. They had accused hir of cheating using a illegal device within the gambling hall.
Cerulean was taken through a hidden door and into an elevator that dropped with stomach churning swiftness. Far below ground shi was marched into a small office. Behind a desk was a bulky man who looked like he might be a chief of security. In front of the desk sat Commader Dandin.
Cerulean had know the mouse male for a while, shi had been in hiss class at the academy for secuirty and protection. Shi ahd dropped out after finding Starfleet security had been to ridgid and unflexable.
Dandin had got hir job at the other hotel, shi some times did security work and such for the many clubs and that around the strip. Dandin had to what shi knew had retired from active duty..or hadn’t he been killed in a fire fight on Epsilon Major?
“I D please Miss” Dandin asked.
Cerulean handed over hir ID card the mouse slipped into the reader and looked back up.
“Alright...retinal scan then”
Dandin produced what looked like a wand and swept it over Cerulean’s face.
“I see I think we have a issue the. You are certainly not Ceruleansky, your not even in the database. You look completeely diffrent I think you’d better come with us until we resolve this”
“Oh come on”
“Do you know why you where arrested?”
“They said I was carrying a electronic cheating device. It must have been in the shirt because I wasn’t carrying one when I came in”
“I’m afraid your going to have to answer some questions in town”
They were soon threading their way rapidly through the hotel's utility corridors, almost but not quite running. They emerged into a large underground parking area. A plain white van was waiting with the rear door open.
The van was soon speeding along an underground highway. Cerulean glanced around; shi could see forward, though the windshield, and back, through a pair of small windows in the van's rear doors. Otherwise the walls were solid. Traffic was light, mostly freight and utility vehicles.
“You really should have listened to Dreamweaver. You really should have” Dandin said.
“Eh..uh..what?”
“Shi told you to say close once the sun had set, you really should have done that” replied Dandin.
"Why?" Cerulean felt the icy tendrils of panic reaching through hir gut.
The mouse males features shifted quickly something shi had never thought possible clothes tore and the features turned into that of Sariah. The jackal hybrid sat in the seat like she belonged there.
"Because now you don't know what's real and what isn't” Sariah commented.
Cerulean’s eyes went wide and shi slapped the emergency door release and jumped. In the fraction of a second hir flight lasted it occurred to hir that, fear notwithstanding, perhaps leaping out of a moving vehicle that was going down the highway at fifty miles an hour perhaps wasn't such a great idea. Then the shit hit the fan as shi hit the pavement.
********
R’Ran District
Star City
Main Drive From The Feline Archipelago
“Shit I hate this job” said a calico feline.
"What happened this time Suicide or what Jess?" asked the lioness.
“Hardly, shi fell out of a van and got run over” Jess commented.
“Oooh Naaasty” replied the Lioness.
A body was laying sort of on it’s side, Cerulean realized it was hir own. The strange, regularly striated surface filling hir field of vision was the wall and ceiling of the highway tunnel. Something else moved into the field: a paramedic. She crouched over hir and waved a scanner.
“Oh well DOA might be for the best with those injuries”
“Hmm shi might have made it if shi hadn’t gone under the semi” Jess said softly.
“Better call the morgue and get them to reserve one of the large freezers”
“Sure I’ll do that just give me a few moments would ya” replied Jess.
The Calico woman was breaking down a holographic imager, with which she had presumably just taken a recording of the accident scene.
The lioness was watching an older mouse male he seemed to be upset. She shrugged as there was still work to be done. She doubted the regular stretcher was going to be able to do it, grabbing the handle of the anti-grav sled she pulled it out of the Ambulance.
The mouse male came over and kneeled next to the body. Cerulean watched as he stroked hir cheek, he wept openly and continued to stroke hir face. He was wearing the uniform of a Starfleet Admiral. This Dandin was the real one not the imposter, how shi knew this Cerulean didn’t know.
"What happened to you, and how in the deities am I going to explain this to your parents. Tufttail and Crescent Moon will never understand this. I promised I’d keep an eye on their only daughter and I failed at that”
“I’m alive I’m here look at me!” Cerulean screamed.
None of the three even looked, shi was scared a bit by this, shi looked to the Lioness who had brought the sled over.
“I’m sorry Sir but we need to take your friend to the main city morgue and open the drive again” Jess said softly.
“Yes...of course, thank you” replied Dandin.
The tunnel light went from a blood red to a soft yellow meaning it would reopen soon. No one seemed to really notice. The Lioness whistled softly to herself as she stretched out Cerulean’s hind legs and carefully straightened hir out. Jess tossed something dark and large to the Lioness and Cerulean caught onto what it was. A taur sized body bag the Lioness gently and carefully rolled Ceruleans body into the bag and zipped it up and then rolled it onto the sled.
It went black, darker than anything Cerulean had ever experienced, shi could not move, not shout or scream for help nothing, now shi knew what them meant when they said ‘silent as the grave’ Shi was startled as a voice broke the silence. Cerulean instantly knew who it was.
"I'm sorry, Cerulean, but this isn't a dream. Far from it, I'm afraid that you really are dead. But I can help you"
“I don’t want your help!”
“I’m sorry you feel that way Cerulean, you’d do well to consider what options you have before making a decision. Right now it’s not bad, later you get to stay in a freezer for a few days. After that you’ll be brought out and cut into for your postmortem and you will feel ever single cut. Once they are done they will sew you back up and prepare you for your cremation that will hurt as well as your body burns to ash. So tell me Cerulean who, exactly, is going to deliver you from an eternity of darkness I sincerely doubt it will be your mate”
********
USS Aurora NCC 1447
Main Bridge
Ember was looking at Blackstreak the Foxtaur had been considering hir next move. Shi pursed hir lips and moved in the command chair.
“I suppose we should help I guess...are you sure about your information Ember?”
“Yes...our...information is good we always made sure there were other dragons and our information network working. It seems the descendants always kept watch, Sariah is on Vularn..somewhere”
“You better be sure Ember we’re taking risks, Vularn is way out of our sector patrol”
“I’m very sure” replied Ember.
“Helm, set course for Vularn, best possible speed”
********
USS Aurora
Deck Five
Ten Forward
Most had gone to sleep only the night watch was up and most where either in sickbay, engineering or the Bridge. At high warp stars were only star lines, it seem to Megan beautiful in it’s own way. The Federated Planets knew of Earth from a number of accidental trips there by various ships four in all. Earth’s sector was a closely guarded secret and the information learned there was on need to know basis.
Cultures and ways of living had been looked over and the Security Council had declared it a red zone, no more ships would go there as it was very under developed without a world goverment and the ability not go warring between it’s self. A few councilors had called humanity ‘a dangerous, savage child-race’.
“Everyone is sleeping but you and I...your unsure are you not Megan?” commented Blackstreak.
The Foxtaur finished hir drink and placed the empty glass on the bar. Shi understood what Megan was feeling. They were just about nine hours out from Vularn.
“Yes..I don’t know…. and for first time in my life I am terrified...terrified we’ll lose and ..be reborn as her puppets”
“You know someone from my home world once said: The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it”
“It must be one hell of a planet you come from, Blackstreak”
“Not to bad Megan, not to bad, we should both head for bed something tells me we’ll need the energy”
The two watched the star lines for a bit longer. Perhaps that small chance would be enough, sometimes luck smiled on those who rushed in on where angels fear to tread.
********
Vularn
R’Ran District
Star City
Central Morgue
The morgue was cold in fact it was always very very cold. Few stayed long if they could, it seemed most would rush in find the body that they wanted remove it and run off to where they had come from.
“Cerulean I swear if you don’t wake up I’m going to give you such a punch!”
Cerulean groaned as hir eyes snapped open. Which meant that hir eyelids would move. Shi leapt up, letting out a hideous shriek, then landed hard on hir face because the floor was about a meter lower than the surface on which shi'd been laying.
Pain stabbed through hir face and muzzle; shi embraced it, reveling in the wonder of sensation. As blood from hir damaged lips ran across hir tongue shi felt a surge of almost orgasmic joy. The blood was warm, driven from living tissue by a beating heart. Never before in hir life had Cerlean felt such profound happiness in the simple fact of not being dead.
“It’s me it’s Dreamweaver it’s alright calm down!” Dream shouted.
The warm white face swam back into view; Ceruleean could now see that it was feline, not canine. Shi clutched at it with the desperate strength of a drowning swimmer, sobbing uncontrollably. Dream stroked Cerulean's head and back, licked hir face, and kneaded hir lower body with hir forepaws. Gradually Cerulean's wracking sobs began to ease as the flaming panic receded.
"I...Dream, I had a terrible, terrible nightmare," Cerulean gulped in a voice that quavered so badly it was almost unintelligible. Because their bodies were so tightly intertwined shi noticed instantly as Dream stiffened slightly.
That was when Cerulean looked up the entire rear wall of the room was faced with stainless steel. Running along it were three rows of square metal hatches with pull-releases, like on industrial refrigerators. One of the doors on the bottom row was standing open; from it had been pulled a long tray, like the drawer of a filing cabinet.
“Dream what the deities are we doing in the morgue?" asked Cerulean as panic again could be heard in hir voice.
“B..b..b..b..that means”
“Listen Cerulean, I can't help you if you don't let me! I love you! Let me help you! Please!"
The two fell into each others arms it did not matter, nothing mattered in these moments. Their need for each other eclipsed the danger, their mating was furious Cerulean’s penis was unsheathed and so rigidly hard it seemed ready to explode as it sank into Dreamweaver’s accepting vagina. Cerulean snarled and bit Dream’s shoulder hard enough to break the skin a few drops of blood appeared and used the grip to force and pin hir down on hir belly while Cerulean got on top of hir.
Dream yowled in lust and made no attempt to resist; in fact shi tensed hir hind legs, lifting hir pelvis to meet Cerulean's frantic thrusts. With hir hands on the floor shi leaned hir torso back, forcing hir shoulders against Cerulean's breasts. The two wailed as each was hit by wave after wave of a strong and powerful orgasm. The two lay there for a few moments and parted.
“Dream...what happened I want...no I need to know or I’ll go insane”
“You know what happened” replied Dream.
“This is not your fault it never was I would have come anyway I love you. If I knew you where in so much trouble I would have torn time and space apart to help you. I'm not leaving without you. No matter what the cost"
“Oh Cerulean…” Dream swallowed as shi wrapped hir arms around Cerulean and hugged hir fiercely.
“Let’s get out of here, it’s really getting creepy in here. We need to go write a letter just in case things get out of our control”
“Yes lets leave...a letter...we should send it to Admiral Dandin..in fact we should send copies..to the few we know we can trust
The two made their way to the exit and slowly left the area, arm in arm.
********
USS Aurora
Main Bridge
Next Day
“No..no ..no Fleet Captain you can’t just wade in there and use weapons against her. She’d just strike back and destroy and kill as much as she could. Any security build up or show of force she will respond in kind. You can not ride rough shod over her that won't work, we need to be more clever than that” Eashar said loudly.
“My sister is right, long ago Sariah looked on our world and then upwards and said ‘I will claim the heavens as my own”
Ember considered her next words, it was to dangerous to go with a frontal assault. Everyone would die and Sariah would just reconstruct them. Any plan like that was doomed to failure if they could get someone close to her someone she did not know.
“Perhaps if we look at this a different way, neither myself or Eashar can’t get anywhere near Sariah. She would spot us very quickly and easily, no one from the dig survived either. Perhaps someone who she isn’t known to her could get closer. It would be dangerous either way. We cannot just try and over power her that’s also right out”
Ember drummed her fingers on the desk in front of her. She sighed softly whoever they sent or as stupid enough to volunteer would be walking into the lions den in more ways than one.
“The rest of us could go we’re not know at all to Sariah” commented Grace.
“I think we have a chance now, but I still want to send a security officer with you” Captain Schaeffer said softly.
“Yes a chance a slim one but a chance all the same” answered Ember.
As the group broke up to get ready Megan was looking out of a view port to Vularn beneath them. Everyone had gone and she remained at the view port, she spoke softly:
“There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers”
********
R’Ran District
Star City
The moons of Vularn Three rose steadily into the sky over the strip. Their silverly light felt cool compared to the sun. The night promised to a be cool and wondrous one. Already down on the strip bright neon was lighting up and trying to fight that lunar light that was bathing everything with it’s promise.
Away from the strip a white limousine drove along the main road towards the strip. There where few others out and if the driver knew what was to happen to him and his veichle he’d had stayed at home. No one was in the back the black feline continued driving everything seemed to be business as usual.
Beyond the drivers vison near the divers side front wheel, a small spot of green light appeared. It swept over the tyre which promptly exploded. The limo started to fish tail around the road and even with the feline fighting it, the crash was inevitable all the same. The limo span off the road and somersaulted several times as it went down the embankment and into the rocks below. A flash of yellow and orange and the veichle detonated into a large fireball.
Wreckage was scattered around the rocks and boulders, as the flames settled the soft green light was back again. It swept the wreckage and the dead body of the driver, Both the wreckage and body were burried by something under the ground.
Above on the road the black feline watched as the wreck vanished into the night. Next to the driver was a exact duplicate of the limo. The feline was a duplicate himself down to the uniform he was wearing. Slipping back into the limo he continued to the new destination he had been given.
********
’Ran District
Star City
Goldstream Casino
A drum roll sounded in the darkness of the casino, a spotlight came on, and a tall, rakish wolf in white pantaloons, black boots a bright red swallowtail jacket, a black topper, and white gloves jogged out onto the floor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Goldstream thanks you all for coming tonight. Let's have a big round of applause for the person who made it all possible, your gracious and beautiful host, Lady Darkstaker”
The spotlight fell on Sariah's throne. She smiled and waved with the gracious dignity of a queen; the crowd cheered, roared and applauded.
"And now," the ringmaster continued.
The ring master took a breath.
“The Goldenstream's Theater of the Ancient World brings you the first act of tonight's entertainment. In the First Century our ancestors had a pretty rough time food was hard to find as where mates. Fighting was endemic and tribes fought each other for the chance to mate. I now give you our take on this, shall we say, most interesting practice"
The wolf winked ostentatiously and backed to the side of the dance floor, pointing. The spotlight shifted, falling upon three figures. A younge female vixen came out she was wearing a plain, un-dyed robe. She was running as beehindd her two large male foxes cane in botth were wearing some sort of leatehr armour from what Dreamweaver could work out.
The vixen struggled and fell to her knees and tried to scramble away. The foxes easily cut her off, circling to herd her back toward the center of the floor. She darted this way and that, but the eventual outcome was never in doubt. One of the foxes stepped up and shoved her; she stumbled against the other, who caught her and pinned her arms.
The first fox unsheathed his claws and ripped open the front of her robe. She wasn't wearing anything under her robe. She dropped to her knees, grabbing his thighs so he couldn't pull away, and licked his belly. After a moment shewas pusshed down to the foxes crotch.
After switching off a couple times one of them Cerulean couldn't tell the foxes apart, they looked identical. The female was grabbed around the neck and forced to her hands and knees. The other turned about and presented her hindquarters. One of the foxes grabbed her pelvis and pushed his large throbing shaft in her vagina in one swift movement. Her moans aand whimpers and the sscent of sex soon filled the room.
Looking to tthe thone Dreamweaver could see that one of the large panther male gaurds was working his finger in and out of Sariah plump slit She was watching the show and panting softly.
“Hmm if I’d been buried for ten thousand years I’m pretty sure I’d be damn horny too” Cerulean said.
Back out on the dance floor the two foxes where now double teaming the vixen. Cerulean got a good look at ttheir equipment. Whatever Sariah had done the two males where hung like over endowed horses.
“Deities if they dont stop I’m gonna have a wardrobe malfuction Dream” Cerulean whispered.
“I would never do that” replied Dream.
“What ...you’d never give me a wardrobe malfuction...you use to do it frequantly!”
“Noooo not that I mean... If I was gonna have sex with a humanoid I'd want two. One for the front and one for the back”
Cerulean whimper and groaned hir peenis was no standing at full attention and rock hard. Shi panted softly and whimpered again.
"You're not helping my concentration, Dream"
"Sorry." Shi didn't sound sorry even if shi looked it.
Cerulean was still holding the glass of ice shi had managed to snatch from a sever. Some of it had melted, but the water and remaining ice were plenty cold. Shi dipped hir fingers in it, then twisted around and reached between hir hind legs. The cold was like daggers in hir hot flesh, but it had the desired effect.
"Feel better?"
"No, I'd advise you not to forget that we're in a shit load of trouble here. You yourself told me that she does this to get inside peoples heads. Just because she's not using her funky powers doesn't mean that she can't get to you"
"Yes, you're right I... I should have thought of that, maybe you should go.." Dream began to look worried.
"No way, the only way I'm going out of here without you is if someone's dragging my lifeless carcass out of here. I love you my lifemate, I would walk through hell to keep you safe"
Cerulean said nothing more, but the expression in hir eyes made Dreamweaver’s knees turn rubbery.
********
Vularn Three
R’Ran District
Cerulean and Dreamweaver where not sure what they should do, the pair slowly walked with each other cosidering what they could do. Star City was a planned community that had been built according to a long range plan. Star City existed exclusively for tourism; as part of the Reconstruction the island chain's original ecosystem had been restored as closely as possible.
The wide avenue running in front of the Nova Star Hotel and along the waterfront was paved with cobblestones and lined with palmettoes. Water cascaded into the catchement bowls of large fountains cooling the humind area and bringing tourists to play with the waters. Brightly- and scantily- clad tourists moved along in clumps, talking excitedly or snapping pictures of this, that, and everything. On the landward side of the street were the hotels, each occupying a tract that was landscaped with varying levels of skill and taste.
“So what do we do now...do you disappear again?”
"I promise I won't disappear on you Cel, you're my lover. My best friend, my lifemate. I want you to trust me... and I don't want to have to hurt you"
“You might be good, but your not that good Dream, I always won if we wrestled” laughed Cerulean.
The two sat down near to one of the huge fountains and gently played with the water in the catchement basins. The two Foxtaurs where quite for a few moments.
“So..this Empress Sariah Darkstalker...is it true are you the reincarnation of her dead wife?”
“Deities..I just don’t know...After everything that's happened...she says I am the reincarnation of her wife Lady Moon. I don't know whether I'm more afraid to believe it or not believe it”
“You sound scared that’s unlike you Dream”
“I am scared and you should be to, because she’s here, Sariah is here in Star City. She wants a path way into Federated Space”
“So how does she do it?”
“Do what?”
“Reanimate matter, fog peoples mind. Make them do what she wants”
“It’s not a matter or just doing something Cerulean, it’s more than that. She influences things and people. She possess the ability to recreate an exact likeness of an object or person, but she has to destroy it first. Objects she can influence exactly how she does it I don’t know”
“Your holding back Dream I can tell”
“She wants to meet you Cel and she wont take no for an answer”
********
Vularn Three
R’Ran District
Star City
The Casino The Goldstream was one of the largest on the strip, the crowds filled in and out. Credits changed hands at a fast rate. Little was not in the entire building. It was one of those hotel and casino combinations, its designers had elected to push the envelope of taste to its very limit.
Most Foxtaurs found it a bit much even for the strip. The theme was old world, the buildings themselves had been textured to look like sandstone and decorated with ornately carved and brightly painted. Massive, stiffly-posed statues with flared headdresses decorated every wall, obelisks where found in every courtyard and fountain. Attendants mostly women in snugly fit gowns greeted guests while males and others fetched drinks, foods and gaming chips. Many others where talking to guests and sometimes playing instruments.
"Did she have to have her party here, it’s so damn gaudy" Cerulean muttered, adjusting hir gown.
Cerulean wasn’t sure shi wanted to know where Dream had got the money for the gowns shi had a nasty idea all the same. Inside the main entrance was the primary casino, in an enormous hall. Gambling machines had been spread about the hall; alcoves to either side contained gaming tables presided over by various idols.
“This way we’re in the presidents room” explained Dream.
The entrance had retractable panels so that it could be opened or closed. Right now it was closed- and guarded by half a dozen security men. Nor were they the usual rent-a-cop types; though dressed in nondescript suits they were very obviously to Cerulean, at least some sort of security. There was a line of people waiting to get in; each one had to pass through a detector frame and submit to a quick hand scan and they had to present an invitation to get even that far.
As Dreamweaver and Cerulean walked up a couple was turned away, but firmly. The young woman obviously wealthy and just a tiny bit drunk seemed as if she might argue, but when the guards turned their cold, hard eyes upon her she thought better of it and left quickly.
"Good evening, Ma'am," one of the guards said.
One of the other doors was opened and the two padded inside without any trouble.
"What if I was carrying a weapon?" whispered Cerulean.
"She'd probably kill you out of hand. Although since you're my friend, she might let it go"
The room inside was full of gaily decorated people. Along one wall was a bar, along the other a buffet table. At the back was an orchestra stand and a dance floor. Dominating it all was a large dais supporting what could only be described as a throne. Seated on the throne was a large Jackal hybrid.
“That’s her, whatever happens stay close to me no matter what”
Her sharply pointed ears, slender muzzle, and fluffy tail were very fox-like. But her feet, currently bare, were digitigrade instead of plantigrade. Every bit of visible fur was silky black; her nails both finger and toe had been painted a bright, arterial red. Her eyes were a brilliant, intense gold like the afternoon sun on a warm, summer day.
She was dressed in a form-fitting gown that left her breasts exposed almost down to the nipples- which were clearly visible through the sheer fabric- and slit up the sides all the way to the waist. It was the vibrant, shimmering white of the full moon, coated with sequins.
She filled the gown, and then some, she was about two meters tall if she was a day, and incredibly full figured. Her perfect breast was just large enough that a pen could be tucked under it. Sariah's bust looked capable of hiding a pair of paperback books, and the rest of her was scaled to match. Equally apparent was the fact that under the gown was nothing but herself.
As they approached the dais Sariah shifted her gaze to look at them. With a casual gesture of the left hand she cleared a path; the richest and most powerful of a dozen worlds stepped aside because Sariah desired it. Cerulean felt a cold, icy dread beginning to form in the pit of hir stomach; over the last few weeks shi had been given plenty of opportunities to study people who wielded immense power. Sariah wore her power as naturally and unconsciously as she wore her skin. Among these people captains of industry, world leaders, statesmen she was as comfortable as could imagine being among hir own family.
“Well are you not going to introduce us Dreamweaver?” questioned Sariah.
“Ceruleansky may I introduce, Empress Sariah Darkstalker, last Empress of Light, Queen of The Long Islands. Ruler of all the upper kingdom and last true Empress of all peoples” commented Dreamweaver.
"Hello, Cerulean, so good to see you finally" Sariah said, extending her hand. Her voice was deep, smooth, and harmonic.
Cerulean found hirself thinking of a knife blade: solidly forged, carefully polished, and finely honed and dripping in honey, shi would need to be very careful around this woman.
“Thank you for your most warm welcome your Majesty” replied Cerulean.
“I like you Cerulean your ..lifemate was correct about you, your quite charming. You may call me Sariah”
The Jackel like woman made a slight movement and a sever came over with a tray. She selected a glass of champagne and Cerulean took a glass of water. Sariah raised an eyebrow and licked her lips.
The water in the glass glowed slightly green as she looked at it. She smiled softly and looked back.
“Perhaps you’d like to join us for the night Cerulean and Dreamweaver?”
Dream quickly was going to say no and that they where tired, but something in the woman’s eyes warned it was not a request.
“We’d be honored to join you Sariah”
“Ah good good, but really we can’t have you coming to my little party tonight looking like that. Please let me have my people take care of you both till tonight please?”
“We’ll accept” replied Dream.
Cerulean was unsure but for now it was best to follow hir mates lead. Cerulean had noticed that Sariah had turned hir water into champagne. If that was just a sample of what she could do they were all in big, big trouble.
********
The bath was massive in fact it was large enough to contain eight full adult Foxtaurs. Dreamweaver wasn’t sure what the water was it didn’t feel like water much. More like milk if shi was honest, shi wondred if tasting it was a good idea. The one thing shi did make sure of was to keep Cerulean nearby. Shi didn’t trust Sariah not to try and kill Cel behind hir back.
Cerulean was feeling relaxed being away from Sariah was helpful shi wasn’t sure what it was about her. Maybe it was the way she over powered everyone in a room with just her authority and strange charm.
Several beautiful and sexual wolf and fennec girls where looking after the two. It was flattering shi would not say it was not, but shi did wonder if they where all under Sariah’s power or doing it expecting some form of reward from the hybrid Jackel.
Dream had slipper her hand into the lquid around them shi looked surprised so did the same. The water was really milk. One of the wolf girls clapped her hands and the two Foxtaurs where helped out of the bath.
They where led to two large loungers as soon as the two Foxtaurs lay down the Wolves and Fennecs where busy with manicures and pedicures. Hand, and all four foot claws where painted a soft gold and dried carefully.
Clothing was produced, which would leave little to the imagination. The two looked to each other and shrugged.
“It’s going to be a long night” commented Dreamweaver.
********
This Story Will Continue In:
Bad Moon Rising
Copywrite©Melina Swiftwind
MeganBryar©MeganBryar
GraceTheGoldenFurred©GraceTheGoldenFurred
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Vularn
Casino Row
Cerulean had been accosted by two secuirity guards on the casino floor. They had accused hir of cheating using a illegal device within the gambling hall.
Cerulean was taken through a hidden door and into an elevator that dropped with stomach churning swiftness. Far below ground shi was marched into a small office. Behind a desk was a bulky man who looked like he might be a chief of security. In front of the desk sat Commader Dandin.
Cerulean had know the mouse male for a while, shi had been in hiss class at the academy for secuirty and protection. Shi ahd dropped out after finding Starfleet security had been to ridgid and unflexable.
Dandin had got hir job at the other hotel, shi some times did security work and such for the many clubs and that around the strip. Dandin had to what shi knew had retired from active duty..or hadn’t he been killed in a fire fight on Epsilon Major?
“I D please Miss” Dandin asked.
Cerulean handed over hir ID card the mouse slipped into the reader and looked back up.
“Alright...retinal scan then”
Dandin produced what looked like a wand and swept it over Cerulean’s face.
“I see I think we have a issue the. You are certainly not Ceruleansky, your not even in the database. You look completeely diffrent I think you’d better come with us until we resolve this”
“Oh come on”
“Do you know why you where arrested?”
“They said I was carrying a electronic cheating device. It must have been in the shirt because I wasn’t carrying one when I came in”
“I’m afraid your going to have to answer some questions in town”
They were soon threading their way rapidly through the hotel's utility corridors, almost but not quite running. They emerged into a large underground parking area. A plain white van was waiting with the rear door open.
The van was soon speeding along an underground highway. Cerulean glanced around; shi could see forward, though the windshield, and back, through a pair of small windows in the van's rear doors. Otherwise the walls were solid. Traffic was light, mostly freight and utility vehicles.
“You really should have listened to Dreamweaver. You really should have” Dandin said.
“Eh..uh..what?”
“Shi told you to say close once the sun had set, you really should have done that” replied Dandin.
"Why?" Cerulean felt the icy tendrils of panic reaching through hir gut.
The mouse males features shifted quickly something shi had never thought possible clothes tore and the features turned into that of Sariah. The jackal hybrid sat in the seat like she belonged there.
"Because now you don't know what's real and what isn't” Sariah commented.
Cerulean’s eyes went wide and shi slapped the emergency door release and jumped. In the fraction of a second hir flight lasted it occurred to hir that, fear notwithstanding, perhaps leaping out of a moving vehicle that was going down the highway at fifty miles an hour perhaps wasn't such a great idea. Then the shit hit the fan as shi hit the pavement.
********
R’Ran District
Star City
Main Drive From The Feline Archipelago
“Shit I hate this job” said a calico feline.
"What happened this time Suicide or what Jess?" asked the lioness.
“Hardly, shi fell out of a van and got run over” Jess commented.
“Oooh Naaasty” replied the Lioness.
A body was laying sort of on it’s side, Cerulean realized it was hir own. The strange, regularly striated surface filling hir field of vision was the wall and ceiling of the highway tunnel. Something else moved into the field: a paramedic. She crouched over hir and waved a scanner.
“Oh well DOA might be for the best with those injuries”
“Hmm shi might have made it if shi hadn’t gone under the semi” Jess said softly.
“Better call the morgue and get them to reserve one of the large freezers”
“Sure I’ll do that just give me a few moments would ya” replied Jess.
The Calico woman was breaking down a holographic imager, with which she had presumably just taken a recording of the accident scene.
The lioness was watching an older mouse male he seemed to be upset. She shrugged as there was still work to be done. She doubted the regular stretcher was going to be able to do it, grabbing the handle of the anti-grav sled she pulled it out of the Ambulance.
The mouse male came over and kneeled next to the body. Cerulean watched as he stroked hir cheek, he wept openly and continued to stroke hir face. He was wearing the uniform of a Starfleet Admiral. This Dandin was the real one not the imposter, how shi knew this Cerulean didn’t know.
"What happened to you, and how in the deities am I going to explain this to your parents. Tufttail and Crescent Moon will never understand this. I promised I’d keep an eye on their only daughter and I failed at that”
“I’m alive I’m here look at me!” Cerulean screamed.
None of the three even looked, shi was scared a bit by this, shi looked to the Lioness who had brought the sled over.
“I’m sorry Sir but we need to take your friend to the main city morgue and open the drive again” Jess said softly.
“Yes...of course, thank you” replied Dandin.
The tunnel light went from a blood red to a soft yellow meaning it would reopen soon. No one seemed to really notice. The Lioness whistled softly to herself as she stretched out Cerulean’s hind legs and carefully straightened hir out. Jess tossed something dark and large to the Lioness and Cerulean caught onto what it was. A taur sized body bag the Lioness gently and carefully rolled Ceruleans body into the bag and zipped it up and then rolled it onto the sled.
It went black, darker than anything Cerulean had ever experienced, shi could not move, not shout or scream for help nothing, now shi knew what them meant when they said ‘silent as the grave’ Shi was startled as a voice broke the silence. Cerulean instantly knew who it was.
"I'm sorry, Cerulean, but this isn't a dream. Far from it, I'm afraid that you really are dead. But I can help you"
“I don’t want your help!”
“I’m sorry you feel that way Cerulean, you’d do well to consider what options you have before making a decision. Right now it’s not bad, later you get to stay in a freezer for a few days. After that you’ll be brought out and cut into for your postmortem and you will feel ever single cut. Once they are done they will sew you back up and prepare you for your cremation that will hurt as well as your body burns to ash. So tell me Cerulean who, exactly, is going to deliver you from an eternity of darkness I sincerely doubt it will be your mate”
********
USS Aurora NCC 1447
Main Bridge
Ember was looking at Blackstreak the Foxtaur had been considering hir next move. Shi pursed hir lips and moved in the command chair.
“I suppose we should help I guess...are you sure about your information Ember?”
“Yes...our...information is good we always made sure there were other dragons and our information network working. It seems the descendants always kept watch, Sariah is on Vularn..somewhere”
“You better be sure Ember we’re taking risks, Vularn is way out of our sector patrol”
“I’m very sure” replied Ember.
“Helm, set course for Vularn, best possible speed”
********
USS Aurora
Deck Five
Ten Forward
Most had gone to sleep only the night watch was up and most where either in sickbay, engineering or the Bridge. At high warp stars were only star lines, it seem to Megan beautiful in it’s own way. The Federated Planets knew of Earth from a number of accidental trips there by various ships four in all. Earth’s sector was a closely guarded secret and the information learned there was on need to know basis.
Cultures and ways of living had been looked over and the Security Council had declared it a red zone, no more ships would go there as it was very under developed without a world goverment and the ability not go warring between it’s self. A few councilors had called humanity ‘a dangerous, savage child-race’.
“Everyone is sleeping but you and I...your unsure are you not Megan?” commented Blackstreak.
The Foxtaur finished hir drink and placed the empty glass on the bar. Shi understood what Megan was feeling. They were just about nine hours out from Vularn.
“Yes..I don’t know…. and for first time in my life I am terrified...terrified we’ll lose and ..be reborn as her puppets”
“You know someone from my home world once said: The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it”
“It must be one hell of a planet you come from, Blackstreak”
“Not to bad Megan, not to bad, we should both head for bed something tells me we’ll need the energy”
The two watched the star lines for a bit longer. Perhaps that small chance would be enough, sometimes luck smiled on those who rushed in on where angels fear to tread.
********
Vularn
R’Ran District
Star City
Central Morgue
The morgue was cold in fact it was always very very cold. Few stayed long if they could, it seemed most would rush in find the body that they wanted remove it and run off to where they had come from.
“Cerulean I swear if you don’t wake up I’m going to give you such a punch!”
Cerulean groaned as hir eyes snapped open. Which meant that hir eyelids would move. Shi leapt up, letting out a hideous shriek, then landed hard on hir face because the floor was about a meter lower than the surface on which shi'd been laying.
Pain stabbed through hir face and muzzle; shi embraced it, reveling in the wonder of sensation. As blood from hir damaged lips ran across hir tongue shi felt a surge of almost orgasmic joy. The blood was warm, driven from living tissue by a beating heart. Never before in hir life had Cerlean felt such profound happiness in the simple fact of not being dead.
“It’s me it’s Dreamweaver it’s alright calm down!” Dream shouted.
The warm white face swam back into view; Ceruleean could now see that it was feline, not canine. Shi clutched at it with the desperate strength of a drowning swimmer, sobbing uncontrollably. Dream stroked Cerulean's head and back, licked hir face, and kneaded hir lower body with hir forepaws. Gradually Cerulean's wracking sobs began to ease as the flaming panic receded.
"I...Dream, I had a terrible, terrible nightmare," Cerulean gulped in a voice that quavered so badly it was almost unintelligible. Because their bodies were so tightly intertwined shi noticed instantly as Dream stiffened slightly.
That was when Cerulean looked up the entire rear wall of the room was faced with stainless steel. Running along it were three rows of square metal hatches with pull-releases, like on industrial refrigerators. One of the doors on the bottom row was standing open; from it had been pulled a long tray, like the drawer of a filing cabinet.
“Dream what the deities are we doing in the morgue?" asked Cerulean as panic again could be heard in hir voice.
“B..b..b..b..that means”
“Listen Cerulean, I can't help you if you don't let me! I love you! Let me help you! Please!"
The two fell into each others arms it did not matter, nothing mattered in these moments. Their need for each other eclipsed the danger, their mating was furious Cerulean’s penis was unsheathed and so rigidly hard it seemed ready to explode as it sank into Dreamweaver’s accepting vagina. Cerulean snarled and bit Dream’s shoulder hard enough to break the skin a few drops of blood appeared and used the grip to force and pin hir down on hir belly while Cerulean got on top of hir.
Dream yowled in lust and made no attempt to resist; in fact shi tensed hir hind legs, lifting hir pelvis to meet Cerulean's frantic thrusts. With hir hands on the floor shi leaned hir torso back, forcing hir shoulders against Cerulean's breasts. The two wailed as each was hit by wave after wave of a strong and powerful orgasm. The two lay there for a few moments and parted.
“Dream...what happened I want...no I need to know or I’ll go insane”
“You know what happened” replied Dream.
“This is not your fault it never was I would have come anyway I love you. If I knew you where in so much trouble I would have torn time and space apart to help you. I'm not leaving without you. No matter what the cost"
“Oh Cerulean…” Dream swallowed as shi wrapped hir arms around Cerulean and hugged hir fiercely.
“Let’s get out of here, it’s really getting creepy in here. We need to go write a letter just in case things get out of our control”
“Yes lets leave...a letter...we should send it to Admiral Dandin..in fact we should send copies..to the few we know we can trust
The two made their way to the exit and slowly left the area, arm in arm.
********
USS Aurora
Main Bridge
Next Day
“No..no ..no Fleet Captain you can’t just wade in there and use weapons against her. She’d just strike back and destroy and kill as much as she could. Any security build up or show of force she will respond in kind. You can not ride rough shod over her that won't work, we need to be more clever than that” Eashar said loudly.
“My sister is right, long ago Sariah looked on our world and then upwards and said ‘I will claim the heavens as my own”
Ember considered her next words, it was to dangerous to go with a frontal assault. Everyone would die and Sariah would just reconstruct them. Any plan like that was doomed to failure if they could get someone close to her someone she did not know.
“Perhaps if we look at this a different way, neither myself or Eashar can’t get anywhere near Sariah. She would spot us very quickly and easily, no one from the dig survived either. Perhaps someone who she isn’t known to her could get closer. It would be dangerous either way. We cannot just try and over power her that’s also right out”
Ember drummed her fingers on the desk in front of her. She sighed softly whoever they sent or as stupid enough to volunteer would be walking into the lions den in more ways than one.
“The rest of us could go we’re not know at all to Sariah” commented Grace.
“I think we have a chance now, but I still want to send a security officer with you” Captain Schaeffer said softly.
“Yes a chance a slim one but a chance all the same” answered Ember.
As the group broke up to get ready Megan was looking out of a view port to Vularn beneath them. Everyone had gone and she remained at the view port, she spoke softly:
“There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers”
********
R’Ran District
Star City
The moons of Vularn Three rose steadily into the sky over the strip. Their silverly light felt cool compared to the sun. The night promised to a be cool and wondrous one. Already down on the strip bright neon was lighting up and trying to fight that lunar light that was bathing everything with it’s promise.
Away from the strip a white limousine drove along the main road towards the strip. There where few others out and if the driver knew what was to happen to him and his veichle he’d had stayed at home. No one was in the back the black feline continued driving everything seemed to be business as usual.
Beyond the drivers vison near the divers side front wheel, a small spot of green light appeared. It swept over the tyre which promptly exploded. The limo started to fish tail around the road and even with the feline fighting it, the crash was inevitable all the same. The limo span off the road and somersaulted several times as it went down the embankment and into the rocks below. A flash of yellow and orange and the veichle detonated into a large fireball.
Wreckage was scattered around the rocks and boulders, as the flames settled the soft green light was back again. It swept the wreckage and the dead body of the driver, Both the wreckage and body were burried by something under the ground.
Above on the road the black feline watched as the wreck vanished into the night. Next to the driver was a exact duplicate of the limo. The feline was a duplicate himself down to the uniform he was wearing. Slipping back into the limo he continued to the new destination he had been given.
********
’Ran District
Star City
Goldstream Casino
A drum roll sounded in the darkness of the casino, a spotlight came on, and a tall, rakish wolf in white pantaloons, black boots a bright red swallowtail jacket, a black topper, and white gloves jogged out onto the floor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Goldstream thanks you all for coming tonight. Let's have a big round of applause for the person who made it all possible, your gracious and beautiful host, Lady Darkstaker”
The spotlight fell on Sariah's throne. She smiled and waved with the gracious dignity of a queen; the crowd cheered, roared and applauded.
"And now," the ringmaster continued.
The ring master took a breath.
“The Goldenstream's Theater of the Ancient World brings you the first act of tonight's entertainment. In the First Century our ancestors had a pretty rough time food was hard to find as where mates. Fighting was endemic and tribes fought each other for the chance to mate. I now give you our take on this, shall we say, most interesting practice"
The wolf winked ostentatiously and backed to the side of the dance floor, pointing. The spotlight shifted, falling upon three figures. A younge female vixen came out she was wearing a plain, un-dyed robe. She was running as beehindd her two large male foxes cane in botth were wearing some sort of leatehr armour from what Dreamweaver could work out.
The vixen struggled and fell to her knees and tried to scramble away. The foxes easily cut her off, circling to herd her back toward the center of the floor. She darted this way and that, but the eventual outcome was never in doubt. One of the foxes stepped up and shoved her; she stumbled against the other, who caught her and pinned her arms.
The first fox unsheathed his claws and ripped open the front of her robe. She wasn't wearing anything under her robe. She dropped to her knees, grabbing his thighs so he couldn't pull away, and licked his belly. After a moment shewas pusshed down to the foxes crotch.
After switching off a couple times one of them Cerulean couldn't tell the foxes apart, they looked identical. The female was grabbed around the neck and forced to her hands and knees. The other turned about and presented her hindquarters. One of the foxes grabbed her pelvis and pushed his large throbing shaft in her vagina in one swift movement. Her moans aand whimpers and the sscent of sex soon filled the room.
Looking to tthe thone Dreamweaver could see that one of the large panther male gaurds was working his finger in and out of Sariah plump slit She was watching the show and panting softly.
“Hmm if I’d been buried for ten thousand years I’m pretty sure I’d be damn horny too” Cerulean said.
Back out on the dance floor the two foxes where now double teaming the vixen. Cerulean got a good look at ttheir equipment. Whatever Sariah had done the two males where hung like over endowed horses.
“Deities if they dont stop I’m gonna have a wardrobe malfuction Dream” Cerulean whispered.
“I would never do that” replied Dream.
“What ...you’d never give me a wardrobe malfuction...you use to do it frequantly!”
“Noooo not that I mean... If I was gonna have sex with a humanoid I'd want two. One for the front and one for the back”
Cerulean whimper and groaned hir peenis was no standing at full attention and rock hard. Shi panted softly and whimpered again.
"You're not helping my concentration, Dream"
"Sorry." Shi didn't sound sorry even if shi looked it.
Cerulean was still holding the glass of ice shi had managed to snatch from a sever. Some of it had melted, but the water and remaining ice were plenty cold. Shi dipped hir fingers in it, then twisted around and reached between hir hind legs. The cold was like daggers in hir hot flesh, but it had the desired effect.
"Feel better?"
"No, I'd advise you not to forget that we're in a shit load of trouble here. You yourself told me that she does this to get inside peoples heads. Just because she's not using her funky powers doesn't mean that she can't get to you"
"Yes, you're right I... I should have thought of that, maybe you should go.." Dream began to look worried.
"No way, the only way I'm going out of here without you is if someone's dragging my lifeless carcass out of here. I love you my lifemate, I would walk through hell to keep you safe"
Cerulean said nothing more, but the expression in hir eyes made Dreamweaver’s knees turn rubbery.
********
Vularn Three
R’Ran District
Cerulean and Dreamweaver where not sure what they should do, the pair slowly walked with each other cosidering what they could do. Star City was a planned community that had been built according to a long range plan. Star City existed exclusively for tourism; as part of the Reconstruction the island chain's original ecosystem had been restored as closely as possible.
The wide avenue running in front of the Nova Star Hotel and along the waterfront was paved with cobblestones and lined with palmettoes. Water cascaded into the catchement bowls of large fountains cooling the humind area and bringing tourists to play with the waters. Brightly- and scantily- clad tourists moved along in clumps, talking excitedly or snapping pictures of this, that, and everything. On the landward side of the street were the hotels, each occupying a tract that was landscaped with varying levels of skill and taste.
“So what do we do now...do you disappear again?”
"I promise I won't disappear on you Cel, you're my lover. My best friend, my lifemate. I want you to trust me... and I don't want to have to hurt you"
“You might be good, but your not that good Dream, I always won if we wrestled” laughed Cerulean.
The two sat down near to one of the huge fountains and gently played with the water in the catchement basins. The two Foxtaurs where quite for a few moments.
“So..this Empress Sariah Darkstalker...is it true are you the reincarnation of her dead wife?”
“Deities..I just don’t know...After everything that's happened...she says I am the reincarnation of her wife Lady Moon. I don't know whether I'm more afraid to believe it or not believe it”
“You sound scared that’s unlike you Dream”
“I am scared and you should be to, because she’s here, Sariah is here in Star City. She wants a path way into Federated Space”
“So how does she do it?”
“Do what?”
“Reanimate matter, fog peoples mind. Make them do what she wants”
“It’s not a matter or just doing something Cerulean, it’s more than that. She influences things and people. She possess the ability to recreate an exact likeness of an object or person, but she has to destroy it first. Objects she can influence exactly how she does it I don’t know”
“Your holding back Dream I can tell”
“She wants to meet you Cel and she wont take no for an answer”
********
Vularn Three
R’Ran District
Star City
The Casino The Goldstream was one of the largest on the strip, the crowds filled in and out. Credits changed hands at a fast rate. Little was not in the entire building. It was one of those hotel and casino combinations, its designers had elected to push the envelope of taste to its very limit.
Most Foxtaurs found it a bit much even for the strip. The theme was old world, the buildings themselves had been textured to look like sandstone and decorated with ornately carved and brightly painted. Massive, stiffly-posed statues with flared headdresses decorated every wall, obelisks where found in every courtyard and fountain. Attendants mostly women in snugly fit gowns greeted guests while males and others fetched drinks, foods and gaming chips. Many others where talking to guests and sometimes playing instruments.
"Did she have to have her party here, it’s so damn gaudy" Cerulean muttered, adjusting hir gown.
Cerulean wasn’t sure shi wanted to know where Dream had got the money for the gowns shi had a nasty idea all the same. Inside the main entrance was the primary casino, in an enormous hall. Gambling machines had been spread about the hall; alcoves to either side contained gaming tables presided over by various idols.
“This way we’re in the presidents room” explained Dream.
The entrance had retractable panels so that it could be opened or closed. Right now it was closed- and guarded by half a dozen security men. Nor were they the usual rent-a-cop types; though dressed in nondescript suits they were very obviously to Cerulean, at least some sort of security. There was a line of people waiting to get in; each one had to pass through a detector frame and submit to a quick hand scan and they had to present an invitation to get even that far.
As Dreamweaver and Cerulean walked up a couple was turned away, but firmly. The young woman obviously wealthy and just a tiny bit drunk seemed as if she might argue, but when the guards turned their cold, hard eyes upon her she thought better of it and left quickly.
"Good evening, Ma'am," one of the guards said.
One of the other doors was opened and the two padded inside without any trouble.
"What if I was carrying a weapon?" whispered Cerulean.
"She'd probably kill you out of hand. Although since you're my friend, she might let it go"
The room inside was full of gaily decorated people. Along one wall was a bar, along the other a buffet table. At the back was an orchestra stand and a dance floor. Dominating it all was a large dais supporting what could only be described as a throne. Seated on the throne was a large Jackal hybrid.
“That’s her, whatever happens stay close to me no matter what”
Her sharply pointed ears, slender muzzle, and fluffy tail were very fox-like. But her feet, currently bare, were digitigrade instead of plantigrade. Every bit of visible fur was silky black; her nails both finger and toe had been painted a bright, arterial red. Her eyes were a brilliant, intense gold like the afternoon sun on a warm, summer day.
She was dressed in a form-fitting gown that left her breasts exposed almost down to the nipples- which were clearly visible through the sheer fabric- and slit up the sides all the way to the waist. It was the vibrant, shimmering white of the full moon, coated with sequins.
She filled the gown, and then some, she was about two meters tall if she was a day, and incredibly full figured. Her perfect breast was just large enough that a pen could be tucked under it. Sariah's bust looked capable of hiding a pair of paperback books, and the rest of her was scaled to match. Equally apparent was the fact that under the gown was nothing but herself.
As they approached the dais Sariah shifted her gaze to look at them. With a casual gesture of the left hand she cleared a path; the richest and most powerful of a dozen worlds stepped aside because Sariah desired it. Cerulean felt a cold, icy dread beginning to form in the pit of hir stomach; over the last few weeks shi had been given plenty of opportunities to study people who wielded immense power. Sariah wore her power as naturally and unconsciously as she wore her skin. Among these people captains of industry, world leaders, statesmen she was as comfortable as could imagine being among hir own family.
“Well are you not going to introduce us Dreamweaver?” questioned Sariah.
“Ceruleansky may I introduce, Empress Sariah Darkstalker, last Empress of Light, Queen of The Long Islands. Ruler of all the upper kingdom and last true Empress of all peoples” commented Dreamweaver.
"Hello, Cerulean, so good to see you finally" Sariah said, extending her hand. Her voice was deep, smooth, and harmonic.
Cerulean found hirself thinking of a knife blade: solidly forged, carefully polished, and finely honed and dripping in honey, shi would need to be very careful around this woman.
“Thank you for your most warm welcome your Majesty” replied Cerulean.
“I like you Cerulean your ..lifemate was correct about you, your quite charming. You may call me Sariah”
The Jackel like woman made a slight movement and a sever came over with a tray. She selected a glass of champagne and Cerulean took a glass of water. Sariah raised an eyebrow and licked her lips.
The water in the glass glowed slightly green as she looked at it. She smiled softly and looked back.
“Perhaps you’d like to join us for the night Cerulean and Dreamweaver?”
Dream quickly was going to say no and that they where tired, but something in the woman’s eyes warned it was not a request.
“We’d be honored to join you Sariah”
“Ah good good, but really we can’t have you coming to my little party tonight looking like that. Please let me have my people take care of you both till tonight please?”
“We’ll accept” replied Dream.
Cerulean was unsure but for now it was best to follow hir mates lead. Cerulean had noticed that Sariah had turned hir water into champagne. If that was just a sample of what she could do they were all in big, big trouble.
********
The bath was massive in fact it was large enough to contain eight full adult Foxtaurs. Dreamweaver wasn’t sure what the water was it didn’t feel like water much. More like milk if shi was honest, shi wondred if tasting it was a good idea. The one thing shi did make sure of was to keep Cerulean nearby. Shi didn’t trust Sariah not to try and kill Cel behind hir back.
Cerulean was feeling relaxed being away from Sariah was helpful shi wasn’t sure what it was about her. Maybe it was the way she over powered everyone in a room with just her authority and strange charm.
Several beautiful and sexual wolf and fennec girls where looking after the two. It was flattering shi would not say it was not, but shi did wonder if they where all under Sariah’s power or doing it expecting some form of reward from the hybrid Jackel.
Dream had slipper her hand into the lquid around them shi looked surprised so did the same. The water was really milk. One of the wolf girls clapped her hands and the two Foxtaurs where helped out of the bath.
They where led to two large loungers as soon as the two Foxtaurs lay down the Wolves and Fennecs where busy with manicures and pedicures. Hand, and all four foot claws where painted a soft gold and dried carefully.
Clothing was produced, which would leave little to the imagination. The two looked to each other and shrugged.
“It’s going to be a long night” commented Dreamweaver.
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Well, whatever else she might be, it seems the galaxy's newest best friend certainly knows how to throw a party. And turning water into wine, or anyway champagne, is certainly a trick I'd like to learn!
I was a little bit confused about the beginning, and if they were actually dead and resurrected or just being messed with somehow. But it does add an interesting mystery to the story, so perhaps not everything needs to be answered at once, either. I do like that Megan and co. seem to be gearing up to take a more active role in the proceedings as well. It'll be interesting to see how far they get, and what use they might be in any attempts to defeat this wicked witch.
And hey, being over-productive isn't always a bad thing! I need a little something to kick my muse back into gear again, too!
I was a little bit confused about the beginning, and if they were actually dead and resurrected or just being messed with somehow. But it does add an interesting mystery to the story, so perhaps not everything needs to be answered at once, either. I do like that Megan and co. seem to be gearing up to take a more active role in the proceedings as well. It'll be interesting to see how far they get, and what use they might be in any attempts to defeat this wicked witch.
And hey, being over-productive isn't always a bad thing! I need a little something to kick my muse back into gear again, too!
Lets see if I can unconfuse you hehe, Dreamweaver was killed at the Dig Site, by her own violation, trying to eliminate Sariah. But Sariah brought her back so yes she was dead and resurrected by Sariah.
Cerulean was killed trying to escape Sariah, on a roadway when Sariah tried to use others to kidnapp her so she had hold over Dream. Cel escaped and well got run over by a semi. So yes both were dead and resurrected by Sariah, technically they are both alive so in theroy Sariah could kill them again if she wished.
Cerulean was killed trying to escape Sariah, on a roadway when Sariah tried to use others to kidnapp her so she had hold over Dream. Cel escaped and well got run over by a semi. So yes both were dead and resurrected by Sariah, technically they are both alive so in theroy Sariah could kill them again if she wished.
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