Queen Sara slouched bored upon her golden throne. She was a bright orange fox woman with a white front side and chocolate brown hands and paws. Her figure was overwhelmingly exaggerated, hips that should have made walking trouble and a breasts so big she couldn't even see below her, but she moved with flawless agility. She needed no crown, or any kind of clothing even if they'd never existed. She was the eternal queen, she'd ruled over civilization since it's inception, no one alive knew of a world where she didn't rule over all.
She'd changed reality to make it so after all, no, she didn't just remake reality, she'd made it so her reality was the only one to exist, she hadn't even gone back in time to change things, this simply was how things always were, even if someone went back in time to dawn of the first city, she'd be there ruling over the primitive anthros.
She'd been someone else once, but she was the only one now who remembered that reality, after all, it was hard to remember something that never existed. A unattractive (in her opinion), meek, pathetic nobody that no one ever spared a second glance at.
Then she'd been given the power, the power to remake things as she saw fit. At first she'd done just little things, testing it out, such as making herself a body impossible in reality until she said it wasn't. She'd altered reality repeatedly until clothing was never needed to be invented. Invention was the child of necessity after all, so she'd remade history so people had never had a reason to invent it.
She'd altered reality to remove every genocide, every plague, all knew only property and glory under her immortal rule. Her kingdom had started out small... but she'd expanded it, and expanded it, until the entire county was hers, then... well, she began adding countries to her kingdom, no, those nations had always been part of hers. Until, at last, the entire world had always been hers as far as anyone alive, or had ever been alive, was concerned.
Her people worshiped her unconditionally, she was their immortal queen after all, she was the definition of beauty. All retrieved to be like her.
In the reality that never was, people would have found the anthro's figures an exaggeration, but Sara was the one who decided what reality had always been now. Males strutted about with their manhood exposed, the size would have been comically big like a parody in the never-was-reality, now it was the norm. Females likewise walked about with figures exaggerated that would have not even functioned in the never-was-reality.
Her golden palace was the biggest (and tallest) structure on Earth, dwarfing most cities. Statues in her honor adorned the planet. And her subjects were expanding out to other planets, and building new shrines to her glory there.
What had never-been a civilization of furless apes, was now a kingdom that belonged to Sara along, and anthros of countless different animals, all made in her image of beauty. No rape, no murder, no carpet bombings. All anyone knew was the unconditional love for their queen.
And... Sara had no idea what to do with herself now. She'd wiped the clothing industry itself from the history books. Anything that offended her tastes and sensibilities had never existed. Her world was perfect. So what was she supposed to do now?
She could have any man she wanted, they'd eagerly give themselves to her. She could bend history to take any shape she wished. There was none to challenge her. She had everything that anyone could possibly want. So why was she so bored?!