AUTHOR'S NOTE: CONTINUITY ERROR IN LAST POST: Jance/Tabra
doesn't have her armor on or customized yet.
The kitsune prince Karther, was released back into the mundane world, in
what was supposed to be just the first step in a journey of reunification with
the world of the scientific, and the arcane. For the separation, it had been
concluded, had done far more harm than good. Knowing of Karther's deviant
and perverted nature, divinity had made Karther to swear an oath to rebuild
his desert kingdom of the kitsune with women who were willing.
But Karther's cunning mind had seen the hole in the oath, and had begun to
abduct men, and transmute them into ladies of his own style of the kitsune
race, and even violating their minds to make them little more than characters
in his own private fantasy world which he sought to expand infinitely.
This violation of free will ultimate drew the attention of the Angel Corp. Who
sent an Angel of Freewill whose name started with T to resolve the matter who
already assigned to Earth within a mortal coil.
Just as Karther had finished kidnapped and converting another man into a
lady of his already large harem, the Angel whose name started with T arrived
and did battle. He broke the slavery on the newest convert and that of her
friend who had been converted previously and had them flee. Karther
converted the rest of his harem into warriors on the stop and had them attempt
to slay the angel.
The Angel whose name was able systematically freed the harems vixen from
Karther's mind control. But Karther in the chaos had switched with a
doppleganger, and to add insult to injury, converted the newest of the
escapees into his queen.
The Angel whose name starts with T arrived just after Karther had had the
second escapee, Janice, assimilated into his queen, once Tammy, now
Tammia.
T began to do battle with Karther and his queen, but caught off guard and
outwitted, Tammia used her newfound magic to transform T into a second
body for her. In this time, Karther realized something had gone wrong with his
brainwashing, but his queen and her reflection used their newfound magic to
calm him, making him as docile as a puppy.
T, trapped within his own mind, dared the unspeakable, and opened up his
True Wings upon the material plane, creating a powerful blast of divine
energy.
The result of the two magics mixing was T's body now being in the shape of a
female one tailed anthro fox, and Janice's soul, somehow having pulled out of
the mix of Tammia's body and into T's before she could be digested by
Tammia's spirit.
Taking the name Tabra to better suit her new form, the remade angel again
did battle, and Tammia, desperate to win and her grip on reality loosing,
'borrowed' her prince's power, increasing her own dramatically, leaving
Karther weak and almost mundane.
The concubines, who had been making their own way through the castle,
where the first to encounter the side effect of Karther's loss of control, his dark
emotions and feelings (even for him!) began to manifest within the sand castle
walls as sand wolves, who began to systematically posses all of Karther's
slaves and subjects.
Then the bad situation turned worse, as a wolf infected Tammia, the result
was her going even more mad.
Hooking up with the concubines, who had lost two of their number to the
wolves Lucy and Natalie, Tabra/Janice lead the concubines to the exit of the
castle, where Tammia and an impotent Karther were waiting.
The queen had also created two shiva vixens Jennifer and Roberta (one
converted soon into a wolf) to delay the concubines, while Karther's chef
Alexandra, and perhaps most devoted follower (even for a brainwashed
follower), for a very short time was given the honor of being Tammia's -third-
body.
Alexandra had briefly met the two escapees before a short while ago in the
castle before Karther found them, and vaguely recognized Tammia as
Tammy, but ultimately accepted every lie that Tammia told her concerning
events, though Alexandra's only loyalty remained to Karther and Karther
alone.
Driven by a strange desire for even more power, Tammia assimilated the
magical mass of the -entire- castle, resulting in her form becoming chaotic,
and now bearing the name Tamthis, shifting between a massive male wolf
form, a eight tailed she wolf, and even a similarity of Karther.
Regaining his reason for a precious short time, Karther was dismayed at what
his queen had become. But Tamthis, still following her base brainwashing
which was to please Karther and to make him happy, merely solved this
problem by blasted Karther with a transformation spell that left him a loyally
submissive minor FEMALE kitsune, 99.9% of his powers now within her.
Tabra, knowing that she couldn't save Tamthis without killing her with the
level power she had left, teleported the concubines and herself to a hiding
countless miles away underneath the desert sands.
Tamthis, was sad to once again lose his/her 'second body' but instead
focused on rebuilding Karther's kingdom, that base desire still remaining
within her/him.
The kingdom of foxes now became a kingdom of wolves, with Alexandra,
Karther, and Jennifer the only foxes left not converted into wolves now loyal to
Tamthis. But with Karther now submissive to Tamthis, the vixens followed
Tamthis believing they were still serving Karther. Even Tamthis believed this
to be so.
Cheating the oath once again, Tamthis converted several innocent children
into wolf cubs to spread the curse onto their families, so they might all serve
and protect their queen, being an official part of her kingdom in hopes of
becoming recognized as an unremovable part of the world before she/he was
decided too dangerous to remain. But all of this, remained in Karther's name.
Tabra/Janice meanwhile, tries to reconcile the problems that would arise if
they could not find inner balance between each other before their spirits
merged within the one body, fearing the new being might driven insane by the
conflicting thoughts in her mind.
At this point, a new player, Julio the wandering seeker of The Knowledge, by
accident of divine design literally stumbled upon Tabra's hiding place. Giving
Janice some revelations about his own life and the true nature of the world,
Janice began to accept Tabra's existence rather than brushing everything that
was happening to her as a delusion.
Born in the first century BC, Julio had stumbled upon part of the blue print of
the human spirit and how it parallel with God's self design and how to hot wire
it to give one's self long life and various other minor divine abilities. This was
The Knowledge, sealed away since Adam and Eve had taken a bite out of the
apple from the tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Driven by a desire to
know God as a living man, Julio had wandered the world looking more piece
of the Knowledge and had run into T many times in the past. These had not
always been on friendly terms.
The concubines vixens meanwhile, while considering themselves emotionally
to all be sisters, were divided about what to do next. Barbera and Charlene
wished to go home. While Keiko and Anna wished to start new lives for
themselves as True kitsune. And four of them, Luna, Erica, the eldest of them
Viki, and Lisa, wished to stay and fight. Tabra reluctantly agreed to the forth
option, though she presented the plus and minus' of each choice. For to fight
against Karther, they would have to fight with Tabra on her level, they would
need to become soldiers of heaven, angels.
The transformation was painful beyond belief, but left each vixen much more
than they had been before. Delivering the other four vixens to their chosen
paths, Julio offered to train the four newborn angels in their talents, having a
good deal of using divine magic himself of course.
While laying some of the ground work for their fusion into one entity, Janice
and Tabra agreed. Concentrating on retrofitting their armor for their new form.
Julio's training at first seemed gratuitous, but upon a three on one training
session, he quickly pointed out the new angels' absent mindedness along
with their cockiness in their newfound power, and was able to floor each
easily enough. Leaving each newborn angel humbled, and slightly
enlightened.
Tamthis meanwhile, had begun to create more of Karther's kingdom than just
a castle. She had her children every great grandparent they had to her
Karther's entry hall and throne room. Some walked, some had to be carried, a
small number were simply 'lead:' Alzheimer's having taken it's bounty and it
hadn't occurred to Tamthis' insane mind to cure their transformed brains of the
disease.
The gaggle of kitsune kits and wolf cubs nearly danced in front of their mother,
bringing their elders to her like prizes. She always made it a point to assume
her female shape when dealing with her precious children. Roberta stood on
her right side like an automaton, waiting for any order to attack, constantly
scanning the room for anything that might attempt harm her Queen and King
(well, after last night, was it really right to call him a prince?).
Tamthis gently removed Karther from her side who had almost molded herself
to her Queen as the two of them had watched the cubs and kits bring them
their tribute. Alexandra in a moment was on Karther to see to her.
"My beloved children." Tamthis stated standing up and looking down at her
precious litter and their gifts to her. "You have done well, very very well." The
kits and cubs all giggled with glee at her praise. "Now for your great grand
parents, I have a special job for them, a -very- special job, one that I've saved
just for them!"
The winkled anthros all listened eagerly for their queen's next words! The kits
and cubs looking like a collection of goblins ready to do their master's next
command.
"You shall be made into part of Karther's castle, to be one with it, your souls
shall forever more constantly channel your king's magic evenly through it's
walls and floors. Death shall never claim you, as part of this castle you shall
not only live forever but be beautiful forever. You shall be free from want,
sleep, old age and hunger. In this way you shall serve Karther's kingdom."
The elderly wolvens and vixens all did their best to cheer at this great honor.
A couple of the wolvens present moaned that they wouldn't be sharing in this
honor.
The sand, the only viable medium for Karther's magic, rose from the floor, and
sprinkled over the elderly brainwashed anthros. The precious few of them
wearing clothing found themselves joining their fellows in the fur. Years, then
decades, melted away from them, in a matter of seconds the room was full of
vixens and wolfens in their varying twenties.
The pillars in the entry hall and throne room half way down became just sand
again, assimilated quickly into the floor of the castle.
"Now assume the places you will forevermore!" Tamthis commanded and the
young again vixens and wolvens obeyed without a second thought.
Those who had been left behind with no one stood under pillars alone,
assuming the most attractive and 'come hither' pose their imaginations could
conceive of.
Those who still had those dear to them at this late stage in their lives were
quickly surrounded their loving wives. One wolfen even had five of his wives
still with him, and they covered him lovingly as they all stood underneath a
pillar. If the people of the middle east were appalled and dismayed at the
carnal excess of the western nations, many would have died of shock at this
scene.
Tamthis looked, was satisfied, and with a wave of her hand, the grains of sand
rose up, and covered the windows, widowers and the happy multi-spouse
unions. From the outside, everything was still, silent, peaceful, beautiful.
At what happened next: anyone with super natural senses would have turned
and dry heaved.
The fine layer of sand didn't stay fine for long. Flesh and bone layer by layer,
was converted into sand, precisely, systematically like peeling back the layers
of an onion. Yet the life force and soul remained exactly the way they were,
while the minds of the 'statues' were feeling more naked than naked, felt no
pain, but their spirits were absorbed from their living shells. The layers of sand
reached the center of the brain and the vital organs. To those with the vision,
it was like watching someone be skinned alive.
Their senses remained, they could feel, see, and hear, but they all were
muddled, dulled and was their thinking.
Then, once every part of them that had been their living bodies was just sand,
the medium of Karther's magic, their life force began to flow. Like blood in the
castle's veins, the life force of the foxes and wolves moved through the pillars,
into the floors, up the walls, across the ceiling, and back into the pillars again
to repeat it's journey again, and again, and again. For the spirits inside the
pillars, it was like they had become liquid, and now they flowed painlessly
and comfortably like water in a fountain.
Their spirits' change however was particularly gruesome to those with the
sight. Like seeing someone be changed into a cyborg by the world's most
splatter happy surgeon. Souls, meant to learn, grow, evolve, change, were
frozen in place, thoughts and idea picked and rearranged, memories throw
out like left over body parts. Until the end result was something that
resembled a living pump and transistor all in magical spiritual package.
Amazingly, there was method to Tamthis' madness. The many souls that now
lay inside her pillar statues that were once they living bodies, were indeed
balancing out the castle's power, and it's flow to the rest of Karther's growing
kingdom. Making sure there were no wild spikes the like of which that created
the sand wolves in Karther's original palace. And through it all, the mangled
souls inside felt a simple, fulfilling and ultimately shallow happiness.
They wouldn't be destroyed of course, to destroy a soul took more power and
more time than nearly all angels possessed along with some deities. But they
would be sucked dry, drained off into the sand, slowly, very slowly, until the
consciousness inside had nothing of it's previous memories or identity left
except the simple thoughts of a magical power regulator. Stabilizing Tamthis'
power, doing little for Tamthis' sanity, it would prevent her power as it was
from exploding from her and becoming a giant, insane, illogical, chaotic
crazily colored pulsating cloud of conflicting magic changing things so
randomly that a mundane mind would go mad from bearing witness.
Yes, the great grand parents of Tamthis' children now did a very special and
important job indeed.
As for Tamthis herself, she just saw this as a way of getting ride of those
annoying headaches that had been bothering her ever since she had raised
the castle back up again from the desert sands. And it worked like a charm,
she head stopping pounding, and for what counted for her, think clearly.
The great grandchildren all gather around the pillars, looking happily at their
great grandparents, seeing how happy they were, how beautiful they were,
and how they'd never have to die like the ones who had been old enough to
understand had feared.
"Children." She called out in a sing song voice to her little curse carries. "Your
mother had another little game she wants to share with all of you."
The children's ears all turned towards her voice then hurried around her feet
looking up at her like she was their universe, all with the same look in their
eyes, all with the same grin on their faces, all with the same wagging of their
tails. She knelt down, "Now children, this game is very important to mother so I
want your undivided attention." Suddenly the only thing the children were
aware that even existed was their mother's voice. "That's better. There is a -
big- hill with lots and lots of tunnels and caves a couple hundred miles away
from here, we'll take a big fun ride on the sand storms, then you'll go inside
first." Thus did Tamthis explain the full details of the 'game' to her loyal kits
and cubs.
Several hours later, and hundred of miles away, men armed with machine
guns and faith, wearing turbans and all with shaggy beards, were confronted
with an attack they had no hope of having seen coming. They had been
prepared for armed soldiers with pale skin and blond hair and blue eyes
(everyone knew all westerners had blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin).
They had been prepared for bombs smashing the hard rock the mountain of
was made of. They were prepared to have plenty of warning as normal to
scatter and regroup some place else. The sand storm meant nothing, it was
their ally, they knew how to deal with it, these western pigs didn't have a clue.
They would have their moment, they would show these infidels that God
favored them, not the pigs and their greedy capitalist and degenerate nation.
That was when some -thing- came out of the sand storm, the look out saw, first
he thought it was just an animal, it was too small to be a soldier. It was furry
like one, and had the face of one, even if he didn't quite recognize what it was.
That was when the -thing- stood up on two legs, grinned at him with fanged
teeth, and waved at him, more tails than he could count waving behind it.
A demon! The man fired off several round into the thing that looked like an
animal but walked like a man like those evil western made cartoons. The
demon fell over backwards, bleeding from the holes on both sides of it's chest.
The man stood up and slowly moved closer aiming his gun at the demon's
head to make sure that it was actually dead.
In a moment of total shock the sand around the demon 'leapt' up and dove
into the holes that the man's machine gun had made, repairing the damage.
The look out fell over backwards, dropping his weapon, his superiors would
have been disgusted with his cowardice.
"That was too close, a little bit more and you -would- have killed her." Said a
female voice.
The look out looked up to see a larger demon like but not alike to the smaller
one he had just shot.
"But don't worry, she'll be perfectly fine." The larger demon. "Just like you."
The man reached his weapon, but before he could aim it, his arms and legs
were trapped in tentacles of sand.
The smaller demon had gotten back up, still grinning. The man saw millions of
smaller demons coming behind the larger one (fear did strange things to
people's ability to count). "Your turn first dear." Said the larger demon.
The smaller demon chomped into him, and he screamed, but his scream was
cut short. In a matter of moments his body was covered in gray fur, tail came
his rear, and his face was a muzzle. His clothes were quickly eaten by the
same holding him. His fear and confusion were swept from his mind, he
understood everything perfectly now. He looked up at his queen.
"Command me your Highness." The sand slipped loose from him and he
stood up awaiting his first order from his queen.
"Please be a dear and led the children through the rest of the 'ant hill' so they
can find the rest of the 'ants' so they can be made part of King Karther's
kingdom." His queen asked ever so nicely.
"Of course your highness!" He bowed and happily led the kits and cubs down
through the tunnel were his fellow were waiting for their big surprise.
Countless screams, gun shots, curses, prayers, and one or two escapees
(accidents happened), the wolves (there were no women to make into vixens)
marched out of the cave in single file, each other the exact same smile and
eager to please look on their muzzles, all of them looking admiringly and
submissively to their queen.
Marching through the desert, using the helpful sandstorm as cover from pesky
airplanes and satellites, the former bunch of men who killed families in the
name of their families -but that was okay since infidels needed to be
punished- stood in front of the castle of their queen in the middle of her city.
She kissed each of her children for a job well done and with a kind but firm
'shoo' motion with both hands, she scattered her children, who obediently
scurried back to their biological parents wherever they might be.
Tamthis then changed to her much larger male form in much the same attire
Karther DIDN'T wear in such a form.
"Welcome my new subjects!" He called to them, they all still thought of him as
their queen even if he was currently male, brainwashing did that to a person.
"In time, an unknown force of unknown power will assault our kingdom, you
shall be part of the force that shall protect it!"
The wolves all cheered at exactly the same time.
Their cheers were silenced in a gasp as in the blink of an eye the sand
underneath them engulfed each man in a melted pyramid shaped cocoon.
Inside each man went through changes like those of the great grandparents
earlier that day as their flesh became sand. Their spirits were crushed and
pureed, mixed with the sand, their personal thoughts and ideas made into so
much mush. Their Ego was made much smaller, their Super Ego more simple,
their Id, refined into something frightening.
The pyramids exploded as one, revealing massive wolf creatures, all of them
standing taller than Tamthis. Their muscle mass was so huge that their bodied
leaned foreword. Every muscle on their body was as hard as iron, their fur
was so dark a gray to be almost black. Their solid color eyes held an
intelligence of some sort but lacked anything that any culture in the history of
the world would have called civilized. Many hung their tongues out from jaws
holding teeth that were visible even when their mouths were closed.
They smelled the desert air and growled. Their arms and legs were greater
than tree trunks. The combined forces of Samson and Hercules would have
been hard pressed to match strength against these beasts. Their claws
dragged against the sandy ground as they hunched foreword. Their heads
were relatively small compared to the rest of their nightmarishly muscular
bodies. The thing between their legs, was a black thorn made of bone,
looking ready to impale through the flesh of anything that lived.
From her spot on the castle walls, Alexandra's only thought was that she was
very happy those things she'd be seeing in her nightmares were on the side
of her king. But couldn't they be on their side very far away?
The wolf beasts stood their dully in the desert sun, looking down at their
queen for his command. However the wolf didn't think of them however, and
just turned around and called to one of her wolf maids.
"Laura, be a dear and fetch Lucy and Natalie."
"Yes my queen." The she wolf bowed to the male wolf and hurried to carry out
his command.
Very soon, the two she wolves emerged from the castle walls and bowed,
"What is thy bidding our queen?" Lucy asked.
"Lucy, Natalie, you served as my king's harem before he chose that I alone
was all he needed."
The two she wolves in spite of themselves shuddered with a shadow of the
envy Alexandra felt.
"But you shall continue to serve him, for my stolen second body no doubt will
ultimately return, having turned your sisters to his selfish cause of stealing the
purpose and wholeness that the people of our kingdom have."
The wolves felt anger at these ideas. Though they had both been free for a
time, the sand wolf possession had reset most of their programming, though
their memories refused to properly line up. There was also the fact that the
more destructive part of Karther's Id was now a part of them as part of the wolf
possession.
"But you shall fight them, and protect our king. And be as my guardians! So
together, we may protect our King Karther!" Tamthis made a grand sweeping
with his arms. "Roberta!"
The shiva she wolf obediently emerged from the castle wall as well, being
little more than a machine at the moment, it was easy for Tamthis to
telepathically contact it, and command it. However sacrifices would have to be
made for the greater good of Karther and certain conveniences would have to
be lost.
With a wave of Tmathis' hand, Roberta changed. The shiva wolf grew an extra
pair of arms, giving her six total. Her weapons changed shape, no longer was
she just holding six scimitars, but two scimitars, two maces, and two spears,
the Shiva wolf also grew a foot taller, her figure becoming more attractive.
Sand armor now covered the wolf's forearms and forelegs as well as her
torso. Her fur shinned more in the desert light. But what most amazing was
her eyes, they were no longer empty and robotic, but once again held
intelligence and thought. Though now robbed of the purity of being a
mindless weapon, Roberta could now appreciate the intelligence her queen
had restored to her. Her four tails fanned behind her.
"Your Highness I thank you. Command and I shall obey." Roberta nodded.
Tamthis smiled. "Very good. And you shall." He placed a hand on his body
guard's shoulder and she shuddered. He seriously considered giving Roberta
a second head, but he wanted to see how this form worked out for her for
now. He'd improve upon it more when the time came. "You, are my first
Guardian. You exist to protect Karther's kingdom and no other reason."
Roberta accepted this absolute truth. "Yes your Highness."
Tamthis turned his attention to Lucy and Natalie.
"Natalie, you shall be as our king's guardian and as our general!" And the
sand magic that ran deep in Natalie exploded. Her sand armor broke under
the stress as she grew. She grew taller than Roberta until she was the same
size as the wolf beasts. Her muscle mass quickly followed suit even if at the
end she much more limber than her male counter parts. Two new wolf tails
grew from her hips giving her a total of four. Her hair became like a mane on
her back. Her claws became like the hardest knives that could sunder stone.
The transformation left her only vaguely female, the lack of a lethal weapon
between her legs being the most prominent detail. Tamthis again consider
correcting that and making Natalie male like the rest of her troops, but put it off
for the moment, she'd have time to change her mind later.
He turned towards the -other- wolf beasts. "This one shall be your Alpha, you
will obey her without question and without thought, only I or my king have the
right to override her commands. And she shall obey myself and our King
Karther without question or thought. She shall be the medium for my will
among you."
The wolf beasts all howled. Alpha Natalie howled back but said no actual
words.
Alpha Natalie could understand everything that was said to her, think, plan,
and act as an brainwashed independent being, but it was not her place or
purpose to speak, and she understood this utterly, her purpose was to obey
her king and to command her king's new elite troops. As it was, she kneeled
and bowed to her queen in the name of her king.
Tamthis smiled at the last 'normal' she wolf. "Lucy. My third guardian."
"Do with me what you shall my queen so we might protect our king." She
lowered her head.
The sand engulfed her in an oval shape cocoon. The sand object shifted this
way and that, the careful changes going on unseen inside as living flesh
became sand, shifted and mixed, then became living flesh again. Finally the
sand fell away to reveal Lucy in her new form.
She had four tails now, and they swayed in the sandy wind.
Her eyes were now colored solid obsidian, pools of black.
There was a white diamond were her belly button had been.
Her body was muscle toned without being muscle bound. Her sand armor
was now in multiple pieces to allow for more movement, the sand constantly
shifting shape to allow for now kinks in her body armor.
The wings on her back, look similar, but they were nothing like the wings on
the back of Tamthis' second body. There was another difference that only
someone with spiritual sight could notice, there was no set of True Wings
connected to her spirit.
She willed a broad sword and scimitar out of the sand took one in each hand.
She appeared alike to Tabra's recruits in only in the most crude, and shallow
of ways. Like a cheap, boot legged copy.
To mundane eyes she was rather beautiful, to anyone with super natural
vision, she was a rose without it's scent, a book with blank pages, a photo
album with smeared faces.
She said with perfect calm and clarity. "Your highness, I shall protect our king
and slaughter those who would do him and our kingdom harm."
"As I know you shall. Jennifer!" Tamthis called out to the shiva vixen where
she stood with Alexandra and karther. Seeing the vixen with his eyes, he
moved the mana through the sand into Jennifer. In a matter of moments she
had gone under the same upgrades as Roberta. Save of course she
remained a vixen. "Use this new power I grant you to protect our King
Karther."
Karther looked rather oblivious to have his/her named just called.
"As you command in the name of our king my queen." Jennifer bowed.
Alexandra took one look at her improved ally and couldn't contain herself any
longer.
"Your highness!" Alexandra called down from the top of the castle's outer wall.
"Please! Make me your weapon! So I might too better guard our king from the
enemy! I offer myself to you without question or fear!"
Tamthis looked at Alexandra approvingly, loyalty beyond question as always.
"I shall seriously consider it. If I am inspired to a form with which you might
better protect our king."
Alexandra gushed. "Thank your highness thank you!"