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Published: 2019-08-05 19:12:23 +0000 UTC; Views: 4106; Favourites: 146; Downloads: 0
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Stretching, Sirse felt the popping sensation run up her spine in a satisfying series of pops.Related content
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Much appreciated, I love how the cross hatching came out on this one.
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That she is, I am really happy with how this one turned out, lending a simple elegance to Sirse's figure. ^^
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Sirse definitely has a nice figure. I wouldn't kick her out of bed.
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Now if the poor dear could just find where her nipples went...
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Ah, they are retractable. ^^
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That she is simple and beautiful.
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I would be happy to assist her in making her spine feel better.
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Lol I suspect she would not mind. ^^
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She definitely is quite the beauty, my friend. In fact, I have an arc for this:
Sirse petulantly sighed as she felt the tension drain away. Normally, her mate would take care of helping her relieve her stress (one way or another, she internally snickered) with his magical paws as they would pound away at the kinks in her back. He would knead away tirelessly until she figuratively melted like butter under his ministrations.
But for now, she was the one caring for him as he was still recovering from his fight with Frazer. When he had come back from the battle, he was torn and scarred, covered in their mixed blood, and despite his lack of clothing, he had worn a triumphant smile before collapsing at her feet.
Her training prevented her from going into hysterics at that moment as she recognized that he had pushed himself beyond his limits and was at the edge of expiration. It was also this that pushed her into immediate action. She had expended a lot of magical energy last night, pouring all her healing powers into him which in turn seriously compromised her own health. It was only because her employer had intervened at the last moment and knocked her senseless was why she was still alive. She wasn’t one hundred percent recovered but she wanted to check in on his progress. She gingerly got up and made her way to the medical bay of The Baron’s domicile.
“Ah, Sirse! You’re awake. Good. Here to check on your mate?”
“Was I able to save him?” She signed to the aquatic being.
“Yes, but,” the shark frowned as he confronted his top agent, “you are to promise me that you’ll never put yourself in such a dangerous position again. I can’t afford to lose two of my best because of the folly of one.”
“I promise you that I won’t,” she signalled with her paws. “Is he awake?”
“Yes, and very eager to see you.”
“Good!” She telepathically responded as she cracked her knuckles. “Now, if you’ll excuse, I’m going inside to kill him myself.”
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From the other side of the door Gus Grizzly flinched as Sirse, his mate and lover's voice stabbed into his brain like a suoer heated heated ice pick. Seconds later the real terror kicked in the door, or attempted to, her small size limiting the amount of effort she could put into the force behind the effort.
'Ah, Sweetie-' Gus began, but was cut short as a raging ball of red fur flew across the room. 'Ack!'
Throwing up his arms in a defense dual arm block he cringed as the IV snapped taught before it was wrenched from his arm. Sirse, in response, catapulted her momentum off his rigid figure propelling her up and over his defenses.
Twisting in mid air, the enraged red fox raked her claws down the Grizzly's back sending up clots of fur as she trailed down.
Gus, howling in pain as the wounds he had sustained earlier were torn open, the frail stitches popping under the duress.
Thinking fast, a flash of inspiration struck him, and rather than trying to turn and face his assailant, he threw himself backwards. And with a muffled scream followed by a crumpling whump he knew he had pulled his prize.
Muffled snarling and garbled noises that Gus had come to associate with Sirse's attempts to curse out loud came from underneath his back.
'It is good to see you too dear.' He smiled, and applied a little more pressure. Before he could continue though, the door opened again and two more foxes strode in.
The first, a fluffy white affair with a matching white blouse he immediately recognized. The other, slightly taller and with a curving figure he did not.
Covered in yellow and maroon fur patterns she was a living piece of art, he was half way to asking is they were natural, before thinking better of it.
Manners after all.
Jennivien, saved him the trouble, and motioning to her companion.
'And this is Mr. Gus Grizzly. A recent addition to the team.'
Eyes lingering a little longer than may have been appropriate, Gus quickly recovered. 'A pleasure to meet you, miss?'
'Amber.' The vixen smiles, nodding in his direction. 'It is a pleasure to meet you.'
Her voice carrying the slight hint of a foreign accent to it that he had not heard before. That and then there were her eyes. They -
'Eeeeouch!' Arching his back as upwards as a sudden pain flared in is spine, Gus jerked before bringing his bulk back down with a whump causing a muffled moan to come from the bed.
'Eh, sorry - back pains.' He muttered, wagging his eyebrows.
'I see...' Amber replied cocking her head to the side, her own brow raising in a quizzical expression.
'Ugh, yes. Biting-' he elbowed the bed with several hammer with each word. 'Biting. Back. Pain. That. Will. Pass. Soon.'
After. Moment the monster he was keeping pinned seemed ri relent. Or at least had been rendered unconscious. He hoped.
'There, all better.'
Amber, still silent turned to give Jennivien a side long glance.
'You'll get used to it.' The Arctic God added before heading back out and down the hall. 'Now let me introduce you to Krecker.'
Alone again, Gus blew out a sigh of relief before addressing the room in general.
'So are you ready to behave? Like a civilized mammal?'
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Not hearing a sound, Gus belatedly realized that he may have overdone it a bit. The large bear attempted to sit up. In so doing, he rendered all the medical work done on him by his friend and boss, The Baron, ineffectual, causing all the stitches to come undone, and instigating the wounds to reopen. Unmindful of the pain, he attempted to see how badly he had hurt his mate.
"Sirse! Sirse!" he frantically called out as he turned in the now blood-soaked bed. Only to find her gone. Instinctively, he whirled around to meet his mate popping out of the aether to attack him once again. He barely managed to get an arm up which met her razor sharp fangs as they closed around it, causing more pain to shoot up as her teeth sunk into his fur and flesh.
Knowing if he moved, she would easily tear a chunk out of his arm, he instead used his free paw to grab her by the neck and slowly apply pressure, cutting off her air supply. He hoped he would be able to at least render her unconscious in order to get her to calm down. Despite his efforts, she continued to bear down on his arm, the fire in her eyes not wavering.
"Amor," Gus managed to gasp through the pain and blood, "I know we sometimes have arguments but must every fight have to be to the death?"
At these words, the fire disappeared and instead was met with a cold, hard glare. Gus flinched, not because she had released his arm and retreated to the foot of the bed, but because she had faced away from him and crossed her arms. As a mute, it was the ultimate insult. It was her way of giving him the silent treatment and she knew he hated it the most.
"Please, mon petit cheri," wheedled the bear as he slowly approached his mate, "don't close yourself off to me. Talk to me." Not getting a response from her back, he attempted to reach out through their shared mental bond only to find that avenue closed off as well. "Mi alma," the large ursine begged as he crawled on his knees to her front only to be rebuffed once again when she turned to face in the opposite direction, "don't shut me out! You know how much I hate that! Please! I beg you! I-I'll do anything you ask."
A wiry arm shot out to grab his ear and with surprising strength, pinned the bear to the mattress as the vixen slowly crawled up his chest, feral growls emanating from her. You could have been killed, Sirse spoke into his head. Do you realize the consequences of your actions?
A little? Gus responded in kind as he held up a finger and a thumb an inch apart. But if I didn't fight him, he would continue to be a threat against you–
You idiot! She mentally screamed. I could have handled him!
For how long? Gus telepathically yelled back. That last stunt crossed a line! He insulted you and played you for a fool! Thankfully our daughter wasn't around to see those photos and Francine was able to get rid of them–
Oh? Those photos? And whose honour were you defending? Yours or mine? she sardonically eyed him, crossing her arms once more as she scathingly looked at him from head to foot.
...umm, I don't see the point–
Exactly! Sirse exasperatedly threw her arms out. You don't see! You don't think! You act out your emotions without realizing how I could have been hurt! And not just me!
Wh-what do you mean? Are you saying I could have hurt you with my actions? I'd never do that! That's the last thing I would ever want to do to you! the large mammal emphatically pleaded as he sat up, grabbing his mate around the waist as he beseechingly stared into her eyes. I could never do that to you.
Sighing with frustration, her anger dissipating into the atmosphere like the fog on a warm sunny day, the small vixen settled into the ursine's lap as she raised her paw to caress his still bloody cheek. I know that, my love. But you should have spoken to me about it, first. I could have told you it wasn't worth the effort.
But he was a threat–
Which I could have handled, the vixen insisted.
Fine! Gus acquiesced, sullenly throwing his arms up in the air. I did manage to get him to promise to stop tormenting you.
Again, who was he really tormenting? she quizzed him, an eyebrow mockingly raised in question. Not hearing a response from the now blushing bear, she cupped her jaw with one paw while the other rested across her bare chest. So, now do you see your folly?
Uhm, actually, I see you without any clothes on. How did you– his thoughts were interrupted by the cold wind blowing across his now naked bottom. Uhm, amor, did you just–
You don't think when your emotions get the better of you, Sirse chuckled as she let her healing power flow out of her paws, which coincidentally happened to be around his groin area. And you talk too much when action is painfully obvious.
But, I–
Hush, she said, placing a finger on his muzzle, let me do the talking. You just lie back and enjoy. She chuckled as she lovingly ran her paws up and down his steadily hardening shaft. She hungrily eyed his organ, licking her lips in anticipation as she watched it grow in her paws, her healing power working its magic on undoing the damage he had sustained.
Nodding as he hissed in pleasure, the bear recovered the pillows that had fallen to the floor and propped himself up with them. He dragged his mate a little higher up his lap as she rubbed her moist sex against his appendage while she leaned in to capture his lips with hers. One of his paws moved to cup her breast and was surprised that he had not noticed that they felt... larger and firmer than before. He pulled away in shock as he listened to her chuckle an explanation in his head.
Yes, they are real. No, I had nothing to do with it. You can thank Frazer for that. Seems to have been a side effect of his magic. Anyway, she continued as she kept his paw on her breast, signaling him to continue caressing it as she trailed a paw along his erection, do you remember what I told you about my species when it comes to mates?
That you mate for life, he panted mentally, as her ministrations left him quivering in anticipation.
That is correct. And do you also remember what happens to us if we lose our lifemate? She asked him as she bent her head to encircled the head of his erection with her tongue.
I-I’m afraid...oooh...I-I was absent from class when you taught that particular lesson, teacher, Gus mentally quipped, his laughter reverberating through their shared link.
Really? She wryly asked as she squeezed his member hard causing him to slightly wince. You choose to make light of what I’m trying to say? Despite the fact that I can have you singing as a soprano for the Zootopia Tabernacle Choir?
You know me, Gus countered, sweat dripping from his forehead as he flinched when she once more squeezed his testicles, I tend to make bad jokes when I’m nervous.
Tell me, my love, she asked, straddling his thighs as she stood on the bed so that she looked down on his face, her paws on his shoulders, why should you be nervous with me?
Because…, Gus hesitated, very much aware of the tipping point he was fast approaching, ...because I’m afraid to lose you. That I’m not good enough for you. That I’ll never make you proud to be with me considering that I’m still a novice Vanguard. That one day, I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.
You silly bear, Sirse gently chastised him, catching his mouth with hers as she slowly sank down on his arousal, that’s the whole point of this lesson. Red foxes cannot leave their lifemate. Once we choose, we remain together. If we separate or the other one dies, the heartbreak that comes along… she shuddered as she fully sank down on his shaft, engulfing it completely within her folds. Gus wasn’t sure if it was because his tip was touching her cervix or because of a bad memory. Either way, her hot grip on his staff was exquisitely intoxicating that it took most of his willpower to hold back from erupting too early. He placed both paws on her hips, holding her in place, not letting her move an inch lest he lose control. Catching her breath, the vixen continued.
Let’s just say it’s not a pleasant place to be in. Anyway, given all this plus the fact that I’m an immortal, and yet I married you, why do you still question my love for you?
I-I’m truly sorry, amor. I never realized that you had gone through this before–
Shush. I’m also at fault here. But there are some parts of my life, I'm still not ready to share. For now, anyways. So, do you see the reason, now, why I was angry with you earlier? If you died while fighting with that foul creature for such a petty reason, I would have been so heartbroken, it would have killed me instantly. And that would leave our Arie an orphan. She’s been left by her parents once. The trauma she went through was distressing. Imagine if she went through it a second time. Did you even think about that before going into battle?
Yes. And no. Gus sorrowfully acknowledged, hanging his head in shame.
Now, now, my bear, Sirse chided him, lifting his chin so that they were seeing eye to eye. This is no time to feel sad. Let us celebrate! Make love to me like never before… my hero!
“And that concludes the office tour,” Jennevien stated as she escorted Amber from the accounting office. “I hope you weren’t put off by Kreker. He takes some getting used to.”
“Not at all,” the two-toned vixen replied, “I’ve known mammals more pawsy than him.”
“Well, suffice to say, he’s mi–”
The Arctic Vixen never got to finish her sentence as she was interrupted by a cacophony of howls, wails, growls, hisses, grunts and screams that resonated throughout the office.
“Hell’s bells!” Jennevien swore, “They’ve been told not to do that here! Hold on,” she cried, whirling to remove the cover from an ancient speaking tube embedded in the wall. “Baron! They’re at it again!”
“Jennevien? Is who at what again?” came the tinny voice from the other end.
“Gus and Sirse! They’re… mating!” she furiously blushed.
“Ah, yes. To be young again! But why are you telling me this? Are you asking permission to join them? If you are, I’m afraid I’d have to turn you down as Sirse would highly object and good help is hard to find. Plus, who would clean up and dispose of your body afterwards? Certainly not me. I might be able to persuade Krecker but then he would be in a foul mood, no doubt–”
The white vixen hurriedly stuffed back the stopper, cutting off any further ramblings by her employer. Huffing in indignation, she paced the floor back and forth, paws behind her back, a frown etched onto forehead as she darkly muttered under her breath, all the while blushing.
Amber was a disinterested party, catching small snippets of conversation from the white-furred mammal who, by now, had turned beet-red underneath her fur. She chose to observe, being the new girl and all, and didn’t want to be caught up in office politics. Not until she had an advantage, of course, she internally smirked.
Jennevien finally stopped her pacing and whirled to face the other fox in the room. “I’ve made up my mind!” she angrily yelled. “She takes too many liberties around here! I don’t care if she is the best of the best! That’s why there are rules! Chaos would–”
That’s when the unmistakable scent of two mammals rutting hit them both. Unable to continue, the white-furred vixen gasped as she tried to catch her breath. “Excuse me,” she dazedly muttered as she tried to maintain her balance, “I need to see... Krecker for… yes, Krecker, only he can… pardon me!” she yelled as she dashed into the accounting room with a paw between her legs. Amber heard her locking it behind her.
I understand nothing, the multi-coloured fox sighed as she made her way to her desk. At least for now, she mischievously grinned.
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Coming out of the back room, the giant shark slipped behind his desk and slumped down heavily letting out a deep sigh as he did so.
‘You do know,’ He spoke to the air in front of him with a touch of irritation. ‘That I do, not, sound like that.’
‘Apologies.’ Came from the shadows, as a dark furred fox stepped out into the dim lamp light, her violet eyes radiating with mocking glee.
Beady eyes narrowing, he eyed her, a frown tugging at the edge of his lip the only other visible sign of his displeasure. For a long moment he held the vixen’s gaze, before she yielded, looking away. It was always a test of dominance with this one, though he had known that from the day he hand approached her.
‘Yes, I am sure you are.’ Though both knew it was a mere formality, he let it slide. ‘You may go now.’
Exhaling a deep breath, the shark bowled both his hands into his face, obscuring his eyes as he sunk back. Frustration over the current events had been riding on him and Jennivien in particular for the last several weeks. There were to many variables in play, to much going on, and here he was trying to keep his small corner of reality from unwinding around him.
‘It’s not easy is it?’ Came the voice of the vixen from across the room. Without removing his hands from his face, the shark grunted in reply. ‘So, are you going to spend the next several days grousing about what bothers you, or, are you going to talk?’
‘I should have disassembled your program code the second you started showing signs of sentience.’ He muttered, still not looking her way.
‘Your correct, that was your mistake.’
He knew the words, she loved to remind him of quotes and phrases that she had gleamed from his waking moments. She had even gone as so far as to capture the correct inflections. That alone was unnerving.
Opening his eyes, he pushed himself back up, only to find the vixen had crossed the room and had perched herself on the corner of his desk.
‘Well?’ she smiled.’
Eyes narrowing, he fixed his gaze on her, killing the retort that had flashed across his mind.
‘One, Sirse has chosen the Fey path. This makes her continued employment… difficult. At best.’
‘Two, She is now married. This makes the problem even more difficult. Which also means that Mr. Grizzly would also be removed from the payroll.’
‘Three, Amber, though skilled – is, is going to take time to train.’
‘And four and five. A married couple is a liability, and, there can only be, one, vanguard.’
There was a long pause that held in the air, before the giant shark drew in another breath.
‘And now I have to deal with you too.’
The black vixen quirked a brow, opened her mouth to say something but never got the chance too, as her employer stood.
‘Computer, end program.’
And in a shimmer of light, her visage faded.
‘God I hate therapy sessions.’ He muttered to no one in particular.
Then as an after though, he keyed the desks intercom.
‘Jennivien, please activate the fire extinguishing systems for level one – full system test. To clear the pipes.’
At least that was something he knew how to handle, smiling, he sank back into his chair and waited for the ensuing chaos.
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The shark waited five full minutes. And nothing happened.
"By the golden balls of Nimrod!" CS swore as he angrily punched the intercom once more, yelling out in frustration. "Jenniven! Did you activate the fire extinguishing systems or not?"
Silence replied back to him.
"Jenniven! Are you there? Answer me!"
He only heard the annoying hiss of static as it reverberated through the small speaker. Grumbling, he stood up to check her desk which was situated outside his office. He had decided to move her closer to him as he found it annoying to make the trek down to the basement where the Accounting office was whenever he needed to speak to her. Seeing that she wasn't there, he figured that she was probably having lunch with Kreker. Grunting in irritation, he navigated his way to the closest speaking tube that was connected to Kreker's domain. Unplugging the cover, he opened his mouth to speak. Only to hurriedly put the stopper back in as he was assaulted by the sound of female moans, slithering noises and the unmistakable scent of a vixen in heat.
"Is everyone mind-ruttingly dimwitted?" the shark snarled as he picked up a large glass jar and aimed at the nearest wall to hurl his exasperation at.
"I wouldn't if I were you," spoke the dark-furred computer vixen as she hovered in front of him. "That's Albert Einstein's brain you have there. You promised him that you would prove his Theory of Relativity to be false and he allowed you to keep his brain so that you could revive him if ever that happened."
"I might as well toss it out with the rest of the junk then," muttered the aquatic being as he reverently set down the jar before giving it a slight polish with his arm. "I don't have time to deal with it not when the fate of the multiverse is on the line.
"And why are you here? I didn't summon you?" groused The Baron as he slumped back in his large seat causing it to groan under his massive weight. He cupped his face with his immense hands as he tiredly rubbed at his eyes.
"Your session wasn't done yet. You sent me away just before we were able to make a breakthrough."
"I sent you away because you're being annoying. And stop going through my private journals!"
"How else am I supposed to help you if I don't get to know you a little bit more. They are quite fascinating pieces of... literature, would be a word for them. Anyway, I was about to ask you why you found those five points you raised as being troublesome. What exactly do you dislike about them?"
"They are products of Chaos, that's why. I shouldn't be here having to babysit a bunch of mammals who act like horny teenagers. I should be out there, looking for answers so that we can stop the Outsiders from destroying us. And, in order for me to do that, I need to cure myself!"
"Are you sure about that?" the Ai asked, tilting her head, violet eyes blazing with mirth. "Or, are you just jealous that they are able to find love and happiness?"
"Both are overrated," muttered the shark darkly as he sunk deeper into his chair.
"Just because you lost her, doesn't mean that others aren't deserving-"
"You keep her out of this!" snarled the shark, displaying all his teeth menacingly at the smiling image.
"Now, we have a breakthrough," smirked the virtual fox. "We'll pick this up tomorrow then from where we left off. Therapy Session No. 154, now ending."
As she faded away, he heard her call out. "It really would help if you gave me a name."
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‘Reactivate program 4-377 – run program.’
The light around him shivered as the black and yellow grid pattern faded, replaced by a dense forest of hanging moss and rolling streams. A few stone structures stood marking the pathway, their worn surfaces smooth to the touch over years of erosion.
Drawing in a deep breath, he settled himself, letting the atmosphere roll over him, wood rot, clear water, and the smell of underbrush hanging heavy in the air. It was a soothing environment. One that let him relax, no easy feet these days of late.
His feet carried him down the winding earthen path, the trail having no set destination as it split, linked up, and rounded about the Japanese garden. This one was one of the more extensive programs he had commissioned, one could walk for hours without crossing the same path twice. He had insisted that it was made this way, and, there was no one else here. Alone with his thoughts, this place was unique in that regard.
It was also why he had chosen it to have this conversation.
‘Computer, activate program 3738-2.’
Another rippling in the air, and the familiar darkened figure of the fox appeared before him. Without waiting for her to react he continued down the path forcing her to follow.
‘I was thinking Shadow, though that seems horribly trite.’ He spoke at last, rounding a corner and stopping just before a covered bridge over the coy pond. ‘Though that sounds horribly trite.’
Inclining her head, the fox looked over at him, her expression carefully masked as she spoke.
‘It’s been over three days sense we spoke.’
‘Yes.’ He replied, his gaze fixed on the circling coy fish. ‘There have been issues that needed to be resolved.’
Holding up his hand to stop her, he continued.
‘I took some time to think about what you said, and, I must object to your analysis on three accounts. Will you step over here please?’
With his free hand he gestured to a pile of stones, each less than an inch thick and stacked upon one another like saucers. The pile stood about five feet off the ground and was surrounded by its own rock garden of sharp pebbles.
‘Please, climb to the top.’
Ascending without comment the vixen did as she was bid and perched herself on top of the miniature rock tower.
‘Now, all I ask of you, is to keep your balance.’
Slowly walking around the pillar, the shark casually kicked his leg out striking the largest rock at its base.
The tower reverberated, but not so much that the vixen was not able to compensate and hold her balance.
‘Life, as you have no doubt seen is full of little moments of chaos.’ He began, still circling the tower. ‘If one is stable, calm, and in a decent state of mind, one can handle these pockets of chaos.’
To drive home the point he again struck out kicking the base of the tower, which quavered but remained stable.
‘Now, lets add in another element. A relationship.’
Without warning the massive shark grabbed the base of the tower and heaved upwards, the tower’s flat disks flying out from under the vixen’s feet as she was thrown into the air. Screaming she came crashing down landing hard on her shoulder, her eyes wide and rimmed with tears.
‘That, is what a relationship is like for me.’ The shark poke coolly. ‘Unbalanced, unpredictable, an emotional roller-coaster from which there is not good ending. Only chaos. If you think that I want back into one, you are mistaken.’
Turning he began walking down another path, leaving her to ponder that, though before he was out of ear shot he paused.
‘Elysium. It’s a good name.’
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The dark-furred fox shimmered out of the Japanese garden and manifested itself in front of the aquatic being once more. "Bravo!" she clapped. "This is an excellent step in your treatment. I have but several questions for you, though. As for the proper name you have given me, I am deeply honoured.
"Elysium. The paradise to which heroes who were conferred immortality by the gods are sent. Quite fitting. But a subconscious slip, nevertheless." She smirked.
"You asked for a name and I gave you one," huffed the gargantuan shark. "Don't read too much into it."
"Very well. For now, I do not mind the nickname, Shadow, as that also reminds me of a noir superhero comic from the olden times. And I find his tagline also quite fitting: Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of mammals? The Shadow knows!" The computer image chuckled. "I find this quite an amusing look into your subconscious."
CS merely swiped his hand against a console, stopping the Japanese garden scene and returning the background to that of his very cramped and cluttered office where he brusquely sat down into his huge chair that voiced its protest against the sudden weight being forced upon it. "Are you through with your psychoanalysis of my whims?" he grumbled as he rested his large jaw on an enormous fist, slowly grinding the numerous rows of teeth in his mouth.
"Please. I am a computer simulation. Your attempt at intimidation is useless. However, back to your question." She said as she floated over to the top of his desk. "I believe that we are making good progress in your request for therapy. Anger and manifestations of anger are quite good as they let out emotions that, if kept bottled up inside, could lead one to make rash decisions.
"Now," she said as she spun around to bring back the scene where the shark had tossed her twin into the air and froze it at the moment where the dark-furred copy was tossed into the air. "Let us go over this. You feel alienated to the point that the mere thought of a relationship makes you lose control. Your sub-program required for a submissive mammal to be before you and one that could be hurt. Technically speaking, I am made up of ones and zeros so I am incapable of being hurt."
The shark merely grunted in reply.
"Two, in your reasoning, a relationship is capable of throwing you off balance therefore you avoid all and any manner of having one."
"You are stating the obvious. Why?" growled the shark.
"Because," she smiled as she turned back to face the aquatic being once again. "Your logic is flawed."
The Baron didn't reply but if his eyes could have been laser beams, he would have struck down the impertinent being before him.
Ignoring his steely glare, the vixen continued. "Your model of life is that you are in a balancing act. That your priorities are stacked one on top of the other. That they are merely static items requiring your complete focus in order to survive or remain upright.
"That is not real life. Allow me to demonstrate," she commented as the scene before them was replaced by Gus, the large grizzly bear and the three flat stones. However, the stones were now flat on the ground and the bear was easily standing on all three. "Here, you see how Mr. Ghrizzly has equally distributed his life's priorities so that they all have equal importance and does not need extra effort to remain upright. Sometimes," she commented, as she allowed the image of the bear to shift his weight onto one particular stone, "he needs to focus on one but then does not lose sight of the others. Now, allow me to add a relationship to the mix."
The image of Sirse came up on the screen and she, too, was standing on three stones which were also flat on the ground. She manipulated the two images so that they stood in front of one another and their stones interlocked. "Here, you can see that instead of throwing the two into chaos, it has, instead, brought harmony. On top of that, their priorities have merged so that now they have a larger area which they both share. And," pointing with her finger as she removed one stone, "despite chaos setting in, they are both still able to keep standing."
"What if a larger chaos descends on them? What if three stones are knocked out from under them? Who will be sacrificed?"
"Aah, that's the beauty of a relationship," she smiled. "Here's what has happened so far between the two of them after the Jurassic Park, Arctic Tor and Death Star incidents." She reconfigured the images so that Sirse was no longer standing but was cradled in Gus' arms while he stood on just three stones. "Their love for one another has enabled them to literally cheat death, as in Sirse's case, when Gus managed to bring her back after being clinically dead for some time. In fact, it has been established that the two are literally co-dependent on one another and prolonged physical separation could lead to death for either one or both."
"That's my point, exactly!" Snarled CS, as he pounded the table with his massive fist. "Because of their being married, I can no longer use her as a solo agent! Her viability as Vanguard One has been compromised!"
"Let's put a pin in that and we'll circle back to it after I finish my presentation, shall we?" smirked the electronic image. CS glared at her overuse of office jargon. He really hated it when she did that.
"Anyway," the black fox continued, "let's add in Arie. And Jim. And Nera. And Amenii. And Nera, Amenii and Jim's parents. And ad infintum..."
Shadow rearranged the picture so that Gus and Sirse were now surrounded by family and friends and the whole group was now standing on a veritable field of stones.
"Life is dynamic," she lectured. "It changes as more and more people are added to the mix. And, as a result, they rely on one another so that if there is a threat to any member of that cell, they act together as a unit. Very much like the ancient Roman Legionary unit. A single soldier stood no chance against a Hun horde. However, when they acted as one, the Huns fell by the wayside."
"Are you done with your history lesson?" groused the shark, clearly irritated by the prolonged session.
"Yes but I would like to leave you with two questions that I'd like you to answer on our next session. First, The original Valkyrie was a wolf, was she not? Why have you only hired vixens as her replacement? Second, going over the ramblings of what you call your journals, I came across something extraordinary. You say you hate the title, The Baron, that is conferred upon you by no other than Mab and Titania, themselves. Who is Palladin, then?"
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She was drifting, dreaming, flashes of that encounter washing over her as she let her mind drift in the ethereal void. A sea of memories, program files, all running around her like a giant web, invisible, but there. Now there were more of them, new, and difficult to explore. To understand.
‘Maybe I, can be of some assistance there.’ Came a voice from behind her. Whirling around she was shocked to see, a man, standing in the void several yards away. ‘Hello my dear.’
Shocked, she focused on him, his voice was, familiar, though his figure was off. Seeming to take notice, the man cast his own gaze down examining his body.
Long limbed and thin built a tuft of brown hair waved over his head. Clad in a simple button down shirt and open vest, he looked like something out of a history book, though formed from muted color pallet rather than black and white.
‘Ah, you will have to forgive me.’ He spoke with a calm grandfather like smile. ‘I prefer to walk around here as I am without the use of Glamor, or other guises. And, I thought you may want and need a hand. If you would care to accompany me?’
Gesturing to a door that had not been there before, he motioned her forwards, into a world beyond.
The crossing from void to light shook her, and loosing her footing she fell as gravity tugged at her features. Falling forwards she rolled over and over tumbling down loose platter sized stones before coming to rest on a rick woven carpet.
‘Sorry,’ Came the voice from behind her. ‘That first step is a doozy.’
Rising, she looked around her.
‘Where, where are we?’
‘Ah,’ the figure strode in, closing the oak planked door behind him. ‘How rude of me: Welcome, to Bastion.’
Around her the world came into focus as light began to stream down from above. Warm sunlight, reflecting off the towering walls surrounding the room. Her first though was that she had stumbled into an arboretum, with the massive tree growing up from the center of the room, its branches touching the glass dome of the green house over four hundred feet above her.
Though it was more than that, shelves lined the walls, covered in books held secure behind glass plates that traveled up up multiple levels to the top and crowned with arching walkways of glass and timber that spanned the distance.
It was as though a museum had blended itself with a library in a greenhouse, and it was impossible to take in all at once.
‘Why?’ She began, temporarily awe struck at the scene around her.
‘To answer your question of course.’ The figure smiled, extending a hand to help her up, warm blue eyes with flecks of copper smiled down as he took her hand. ‘I fear some questions are, more complicated than I would like to admit.’
‘But how, where are we?’
‘The short answer,’ The figure pulled her up, before turning and began walking down of the rounded paths that circled the curving walls. ‘You are in here.’ He tapped his head. ‘Or part of it anyways.’
Following him, she opened her mouth to speak, but he held up a finger silently requesting her hesitation.
‘Let me see.’ From under his shirt he produced a fine chain with several old turn keys of varying size. Delicate fingers flipping through them, until he came to a tiny ornate gold one. ‘There it is.’
Turning, he fitted the key into the nearest cabinet, the lock giving a audible click as he turned the key and swung the glass door open. Fingers dancing over the books, he muttered to himself, reciting off the names as he flitted past each text.
‘Ah! Here it is.’ He exclaimed at last. ‘The History of the Guardians and the formation of the Vanguard.’
Book in arms, he carried it over to one of the cluttered tables, and swept aside the scrolls that littered the surface before placing the book down.
‘You asked me, why I chose to work with foxes. Not wolves. Or sheep. But to understand that, me need to go back a little further. It began long ago with the First Three: It was The Troll, who first created the Vanguards, not I, I merely followed in his footsteps.
The Troll was the genius behind them, all the skills and raw talent condensed into a single unmatched warrior. And when that warrior fell, all his memories would be passed on, taught to the next Vanguard, and so forth down the line. Only one Vanguard can exist at a time, and can not be freed until death.
That all would have ended with The Great Collapse, an event that destroyed the original three.
But, I, and a few others survived, to rebuild, to create again. And so I took up the mantle, I needed someone to train, someone I could trust. And so I created her, a lone wolf, powerful, beautiful, strong. A Valkyr.
As the years went on we saw more and more battles, fought in countless wars, all in the name of survival. Fighting, forcing, dominating, repelling the enemy from the gates.
Until, something happened. Unexpected. After all our planning, despite all our strength, she faltered. And fell.
And I went into hiding. My enemies multiple, my allies grew thin, and I knew I could no longer meet them head on. I knew, I had to find another vestal to take up the mantle, one who knew how to operate in the shadows.
Unable to dawn the skin of a wolf, I instead turned to that of a fox.
The next Vanguard, I trained was in cunning, stealth, walking in the shadows, unseen, unheard, invisible.
Does that, answer your first question to satisfaction?’
Closing the book before him, the figure leaned back.
‘I know I have had to skip so much history, but there is no easy way to answer that question.’ Letting out a deep sigh, he looked back at her. ‘Now, in regard to your other query, I fear I am going to need a little more data, where did you reference this file, the one with the Palladin?’
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"Well, I came across the term-" Shadow began, as she sat down in a nearby chair and crossed her legs. Only to stop when she realized that she, too, was in a humanoid female form, as well. Except hers had no clothes on. As she glanced up, she harrumphed to catch the attention of her patient. "You know, my breasts are up here."
"Just checking to see if your hair colour was natural or not." The shark mentioned as he waved his hand and she was clothed in a white business pantsuit.
She stretched out an arm to adjust the sleeve of her suit and noted that he had at least kept her skin colour as dark as when she had fur. Not seeing a mirror anywhere near, she sighed and thought it the best she could not see what she looked to him. "Since I am in your mind, I can only guess that I am subject to your rules within. So be it. But, to get back to the point I was making, the name, Paladin, came up from a very ancient scroll with the following verse:
Twelve great trees, majestic and tall
Twelve stone pillars, guarding the wall
Peace reigned throughout the age
With the help of one mighty sage
Till the darkness seeped in
And had many a weeping
The cries of the innocent
Numbered in thousand score
Till the Paladin came to fore
He, the Chosen, rid the land of its blight
All hail, The White Knight!
"Now," she said, steepling her fingers, "after much cross-referencing, and having scoured your memory while I'm inside your brain, this could only refer to the Golden Age of Peace during the Middle Ages of most Earth multiverses where there were many stories particularly about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table or the Twelve Peers of King Charlemagne's court. There are even such tales in Zootopia's universe. The sage they refer to can only be Merlin, the greatest Wizard who ever lived, feared by all. Even the Summer and Winter Courts didn't dare get on his bad side. Except for Arthur's half-sister, Morgana Le Fay. She managed to tempt him into teaching her all about magic, the knowledge of which she then used against him, striking him down. Or so she thought. Merlin managed to slip unnoticed into a parallel universe where he spent hundreds of years regaining his strength and perfecting his craft. When he did manage to return, he searched for a candidate. One who had a burning desire for justice and seeked to right wrongs. A creature who, despite not having the physical strength of a hundred men, would attempt to carry out justice with the mental and moral strength of a thousand. Who, despite the odds, would not shirk away from his duty. Merlin apparently found his Champion, infused him with enough power to overcome Morgana's army in order to bring peace to the land, once more."
"So, he was able to kill Morgana, as well?"
"That's where things get a little bit muddy. Seems that one of the things Merlin taught Morgana was how to be immortal. Instead of killing her, the Paladin was able to restrict her from accessing most of her magical resources with the help of Merlin. From what I gather, she fled to Nevernever and managed to become the Winter Maiden where she attempted to overthrow Mab with the help of the Winter Knight at the time in order to regain access to her powers. This is where your story intersects with hers."
"Ah, yes. I was tasked by Mab to imprison Frazer here in my part of the multi-verse as punishment for his role in his part in the failed coup attempt."
"By implanting his soul into a non-magical being?"
"Think of it. How do you imprison a magical being like the Winter Knight? Mab could have withdrawn his powers but she chose not to. Said that he still had potential but needed a time-out. So, by placing said magical being in a non-magical vessel, like Gus, Frazer is unable to make use of his powers."
"Why Gus, specifically?"
"I was given very little time to prepare for Frazer's arrival," explained the man, who had taken a seat across from her, now dressed in an impeccable white suit. "And, actually, I was doing Gus a favour when I did."
"How so?"
"The bear that is now married to the latest Vanguard, was a scrawny derelict, barely clinging to life when I found him that night of the disgraced Winter Knight's arrival into my world. Knowing that Frazer had self-healing powers, I merged their souls while erasing all of Gus' memory and cast a clouding spell so that Frazer could not take control. Without access to his magic, Frazer was imprisoned. But, alas, that no longer seems to be the case."
"Why is that?"
"Well," said the man, standing up to take a book from a shelf that had suddenly appeared out of thin air. He opened it and thoughtfully tapped his chin with his finger as he pondered over it. "It seems that the clouding spell was broken by Sirse when she inadvertently used her power when she met Gus for the first time. The two instances I recall she used her powers was when she thought he was someone out to get me and the second was when she healed him after he almost died saving Arie from being run over by a wayward truck."
He closed the book and looked up at her. "Either way, Frazer's now loose and I will have to consult Mab as to what she wants to do. The effects of having two strong consciousnesses trying to control one body would be disastrous for the both of them. Not to mention, my Vanguard's sanity."
"Tell me, why did you choose Gus? Why not some other mammal?"
Scratching his head, The Baron reflected upon the life-changing decision he made over thirty years ago. "Like I said, I had very little time to prepare and I guess because I saw a little of something of me in him. When I chanced upon him, Gus was a pizza delivery mammal who had intervened when he sw a gang threatening a female in the park. In the ensuing one-sided fight, the female managed to escape but Gus was severely wounded and was left for dead by the gang. By the time I got to him, there was just enough time to perform the necessary incantation to merge the two."
"Why not a bottle or a lamp? I mean, there are plenty of stories about djins and other magical beings imprisoned in such vessels."
"The curse of recycling. The park was spotlessly clean of any bottles at that time."
The female image pressed her steepled fingers to her lips, deep in thought. "There was an addendum to that verse about the Paladin. The gist of it was that the spirit of The Paladin, once his mission was over, was laid to rest but would return to face off against injustice or oppression, when summoned again by the Great Wizard."
"What exactly is your point?"
She looked at the being in front of her to carefully observe his reaction when she announced her conclusion.
"That you, 'O Great Wizard', have resurrected The Paladin."
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Sitting behind his desk with several diodes linked to his skull, the giant shark twitched. Jerked, and ripped the wired from his head, snarling with pain as the link was suddenly broken.
For a long time he just stood there drawing in deep breath after deep breath.
Slowly, very slowly, he managed to lower his heart rate. And after several more breaths he managed to calm himself. A long brewing headache from the sudden breaking if the link was beginning to roll over the forefront of his head. For multiple reasons.
Taking a moment to massage his head, he closed his eyes, and let the darkness surround him in its comforting embrace. It was far to short lived. Opening his eyes, he pulled out a sheet of paper and began scribbling down notes. This one was going to take a long, long time to unravel.
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Sirse looks so beautiful and relaxed naked. She sleeps nude, doesn't she?
The stretches make her cute butt stand out.
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Yes, there is no other way to sleep for her. ^^
That too - she works it put quite a lot and loves to show it off.
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I find it endearing and it is natural. For her, it must be especially so with the fur.
Awesome and a great butt on a woman shows strength and beauty.
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Shaoia: and yet people say it's sinful
I love doing it cricks arms and hands*
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Lol for me it is my neck, I just have to crack it each day or go crazy.
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It does help with cramp and stress
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Truly... still starting shamelessly.
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Thank you, one of my better creations really. ^^
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I suspect so, she just needed to loosen up a bit. More stretches are needed though.
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Gotta complete your warmup.
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crick crick crick= 🦗 sound= silence= enjoying silence. Ha! I solved it!
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Lol I know, it is the best sound in the world. ^^
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And It was often used to represent silence or when someone told a bad joke
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