The next morning Astara emerged from her bed chambers she had created out of the
principle's office, it was easily four times the size of Dana's bedroom back home, but the
princess of evil still found it to be rather too small for her tastes and complained as such
as if Dana could do something about it.
Astara didn't normally -need- to eat or sleep in the traditional sense of the world, but she
was on a plane of reality where these rules applied and so was forced to comply with
them. She had slept with her minotaur like body guards all around her.
Astara stepped out of her room, took one look at the new tigress creatures besides her
aide de comp. And her aura of black flames rose up, "DANA! Who is THIS?!"
"This is Bara, formally Barry, I converted him last night."
"AND WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION FOR THAT!?" Astara seemed to grow twice as large and
tower over the lesser succumbi.
"I figured he might be useful to you, she's an artist, and-"
Astara slapped her in the face repeatedly, "Don't, ever, convert, slaves, without, my,
permission -again!!-"
"And if a mass of humans invades I'm to ..." Dana felt sick at the word, "Waste raw
material?"
Astara started and laughed, shrinking down to her normal size, "Very good Dana, very very
good! Fine! BUt all you transform still belong to me! Just as YOU belong to me! You! Bara
she said your name was? Who do you belong to?"
The tigress like creature shuddered, "I belong you princess Ashley I mean Princess Astara."
"Very good." Astara smiled.
"Uh..." Dana said, "If I have to point this out... aren't the parents of all the kids and the
families of the teachers we've kept her overnight going to wonder where their children and
relatives are and come straight here for them?"