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Year’s End

A lot of the Order of Hissteria went to see their families for the Winter Solstice. Ssylphiel and Bea already had their celebrations at Coilzette and William’s respective palaces, now Bea was going with her blood parents for a long overdue family celebration. Right now, it was just Ssylphiel in her private room, staring at the fire flickering in her fireplace. She always missed the noise of the palace when her harem was gone. She was about to go get herself some eggnog when she heard a knock on her door. “…Hello?” asked Ssylphiel.

“Can we come in, Mistress?” asked a familiar voice.

“Beth?!” Ssylphiel got up and slithered to the door. It wasn’t just Beth, it was her, Shannon, Sanliel, and Nora! “What are you girls doing here?!” asked Ssylphiel. “I thought you’d be celebrating with your families!”

“We already did, Mistress,” replied Nora. “But ye’re all alone here!”

“And the Winter Holidays,” continued Sanliel, “are all about joining together with family and friends, those you care about.”

“So, if you’re all right with it,” said Shannon, “we’d like to celebrate with you.”

“…Girls, you four are the sweetest!” said Ssylphiel as happy tears rolled down her face. “Come on in!” With that, the girls entered the room, following Ssylphiel to the fireplace. The fire felt a lot warmer, now that she had people with her. They all settled down with Ssylphiel coiling her girls’ ankles and tummies. They sat there for a while, not talking about anything, nor did they need to. They just sat there and enjoyed one another’s company.

“…Mistress,” said Sanliel, breaking the silence, “call me nuts, but throughout this year, I thought I felt eyes from another world popping in.”

“Oh, you’re not insane,” replied Ssylphiel. “I allowed a chronicler from another world to see glimpses of ours and write stories about them. They’re watching and writing now so the rest of their world can see us. Nothing too raunchy, you understand, but giving them options of if and when they get…isekai’d here, I believe is their term for it.”

“…Isekai’d?” asked Beth. “That’s a word from my home that means another world.”

“A lot of our languages are similar to that world’s,” answered Ssylphiel. “What say we give them a ring?” Ssylphiel snapped her fingers and the girls suddenly became aware of us watching them. “Hello, everyone!” Ssylphiel said to us.

“Wow, that’s quite a lot of people!” remarked Nora.

“I have to say, we’re glad you could see those glimpses of our world!” said Shannon.

“Maybe you’ll find more glimpses of us later, who knows?” chuckled Beth as she flicked her tail.

“I’m sure you saw the good and the bad decisions we all made,” remarked Sanliel, “but one DOES need to see all sides of our world.”

“So, from the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for making this year the Year of Ssylphiel,” said Ssylphiel. “We hope to see you either in person or watching us soon!”

“Happy Holidays from Ssylphiel and the Order of Hissteria!” said everyone. With that, our Year of Ssylphiel comes to a close. Thank you for reading these twelve glimpses of Ssylphiel and her escapades.

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Ssylphiel and her Rose Garden

And here we end with Ssylphiel and her highest ranking members of the Order of Hissteria, the Rose Garden, Nora the Dwarf, Sanliel the Beach Elf, Beth the Catgirl, and Shannon the human, all enjoying a holiday beanbag. Thank you for following the slice-of-life stories of Ssylphiel Emerald Goldcoil, Queen of the Eternal Sands of the Serpentia Queendom, High Mistress of the Order of Hissteria, and Conqueror of Slypheria!

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Family Feast

The liquid in the goblets is non-alcoholic. Ssylphiel prefers to remember events from holidays and Bunnypersons, as a whole, are a race of teetotalers. This is a happy moment for Bea, not only is she feasting with Mama Ssylphiel, but her birth parents!

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Completed Family

Ssylphiel, her parents, their harems, and Bea were preparing for a fight. Someone had invaded Ssylphiel’s palace on a day reserved for thankfulness! Ssylphiel had a feast planned and this joker was going to ruin it! …Not on her watch! “All right, everyone, ready?” called Ssylphiel.

“Ready,” confirmed Coilzette.

“Ready,” answered William.

“Ready to go here,” said Bea.

“Sanliel,” directed Ssylphiel.

“Here we go!” confirmed Sanliel. She snapped her fingers and used her magic. Specifically, she used a teleportation spell to bring the aggressor right in the middle of the group. Or rather, aggressors. They were a pair of bunny people in armor, one man, one woman.

“…The hell?” asked the bunny woman.

“You are completely surrounded, intruders!” called Ssylphiel as she and her friends and family sprang from the shadows. “Lay down your weapons or you WILL suffer the consequences!” The bunny man loaded a crossbow and aimed it at Ssylphiel while the bunny woman drew a knife.

“It will be a cold day in Hell before we do that!” hissed the bunny man.

“How about this;” suggested the bunny woman, “you lay down YOUR weapons, Python, and we won’t turn this palace into rub-!”

“Mama?!” gasped Bea. “Daddy?!” The bunny people turned their heads…and their expressions softened.

“…Bea?!” whispered the bunny man. Bea dropped her sword as she slithered up to the bunny people. They each touched one another…then Bea wrapped the two bunny people in a hug as happy tears flowed from their eyes. Ssylphiel blinked as she looked at the group.

“B-Bea!” stammered the bunny woman. “H-How did you-?! I thought you-!”

“I thought it was you guys that-!” replied Bea.

“Erm…am I actually setting two more places at the table, Miss Bea?” asked Beth. Bea then addressed the group.

“Mama Ssylphiel! Everyone!” she said. “Meet Mr. Andreas and Mrs. Bethany Cottonhop! My birth parents!”

“…Yes, Beth, you are indeed setting places for these honored guests,” said Ssylphiel as she smiled.


“Mama, Daddy,” said Bea once everyone was seated, “how did you escape? I thought that boar killed you both.”

“We managed to finally slow it down by driving a sharpened stick through its neck,” explained Andreas. “We scoured the entire countryside to find you, but…well…”

“What happened, though?” asked Bethany. “How did you end up in a Divine Naga’s care?”

“Well, believe it or not, Mama, Ssylphiel isn’t the first Divine Naga I encountered,” replied Bea. “I was starving without you two and Anacassandra preyed on that to use me as an assassin. Her attempt failed, as you see, as Ssylphiel offered to adopt me as her daughter.”

“That DOES beg the question, Bea,” said Ssylphiel, “what will you do now that your parents are back in your life?”

“…Mama Ssylphiel, can they stay in the palace with us?” asked Bea. “As Divinity? That is, if you two want it, Mama Beth and Daddy.”

“We’re already Divine Bunny people,” said Andreas, “Lord Furrias Highjump saw to that. But staying in the palace IS up to Ssylphiel.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Cottonhop, you are more than welcome to live here,” assured Ssylphiel. “I think Bea would enjoy having her entire family here. On that subject, I propose a toast!” Ssylphiel raised her goblet. “To family, whether by blood, adoption, or found!”

“To family!” replied everyone at the table. With that, the feast began!

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No Curses, Thank you!

Ssylphiel checked herself in the mirror. She had a Dark Day Celebration coming and she picked a witch outfit that would hopefully prove sexy enough. She made sure the bodice revealed her cleavage, but still obscured her nipples. She floofed the petticoats in her skirt and checked to make sure her midriff wasn’t obscured, then she checked her makeup. Perfectly spooky for the upcoming month and the party. Lord Dravis Goodblood and his wife were attending and she wanted them in her bedchambers. All that was left was her hat. It was a traditional witch hat. She tilted it so that her hair flower was still in view. “There we go,” she purred. She then heard a knock on her door. “Come in,” she said. Sanliel then came in. She was dressed as a sexy vampire with a skirt, hair rose, bodice, and cloak. “Ah, a Vampire Elf maiden, hm?” purred Ssylphiel with approval. “But why the worried face? Afraid I’ll hoard Dravis and his wife? They asked after you. I think they’d approve of an Elf maiden in our chambers.”

“Well, this costume was a gift from Lord and Lady Goodblood, and I’m glad to hear I’m invited for a little bedtime fun with them and you,” said Sanliel, “but that’s not why I’m worried.”

“Then what troubles your mind, my little Sanliel?” cooed Ssylphiel as she started coiling the Elf.

“It’s…well it’s not exactly a sexy matter,” replied Sanliel. She pulled out a rock. “I finally teased out why your blessing box had this. It’s from my cousin, Benvar.”

“The soldier boy? I remember him.”

“I’m sure you had fun with him, but this is gonna make you want to stay away from him. It’s a cursed rock and he wants you to bless it with a cage of iron.”

“Oh, he wants me to undo a curse? …Iron doesn’t exactly stop curses, but Ancestral Silver-”

“No, he wants you to enhance the curse’s potency.” Ssylphiel arched an eyebrow in confusion. She took the rock from Sanliel.

“I don’t normally do something like that,” she muttered as she coiled Sanliel up to her chest, pinning her arms to her sides. “Come to think of it, why would he want any Divine Being to enhance this thing’s curse?”

“Elven beliefs,” explained Sanliel, “say that if you can get someone to accept a cursed item as a gift, the curse will transfer to the person.”

“You know, I think I’ve seen that in action,” mused Ssylphiel. “But…what kind of curse could be on a rock?” Sanliel hesitated in answering.

“…That rock’s from the Battlefield of Eternal Tears,” she finally said. Ssylphiel threw the rock across the room and slithered at top speed to a corner the furthest away from the rock! That battlefield was the site of the bloodiest battle in the history of the world and was aptly named!

“Just why would your cousin want to pass that kind of hot karma on to someone else?!” she yelped. “A cursed rock from that place doesn’t NEED enhancing!” She heard gasping and realized she tightened her tail’s grip on Sanliel’s neck, cutting off her air! She relaxed her coils and Sanliel caught her breath.

“Benvar…” she gasped, “had a childhood buddy. …They turned on each other over a woman that turned them both down. They’re both active-duty military and his former friend’s unit is about to deploy.”

“…Have you summoned the Tree Guard?” asked Ssylphiel. “Because I’m NOT blessing this thing.”

“Did so the instant I got the details. Benvar’s been arrested for stealing from a historical site and the Tree Guard, last I heard, is about an hour away from our northern borders.”


The Tree Guard arrived at the palace gates in two hours. They were a combined Elf and Dryad unit dedicated to preserving historical sites. Ssylphiel slithered out of the palace and approached the Guard. “Who’s in charge?” she asked.

“We are,” called an Elf man as he and a Dryad arrived. “We were informed that a rock was taken from the Battlefield of Eternal Tears and, by our oath, we are here to retrieve-!” He didn’t finish his usual spiel as Ssylphiel practically shoved the rock into his hands.

“You know the reason behind the theft?” asked Ssylphiel.

“Y-Yes, we are,” replied the Dryad commander in confusion.

“I only have two requests for you,” said Ssylphiel. “One, tell Benvar ‘Blessing refused’. Two, get that rock out of my territory and put it back where it came from! No one wants it here!”

“…I don’t normally hear of you Divine Folk refusing to bless something,” remarked the Elf, “but I speak for the Tree Guard when I say we approve.” The Tree Guard then left in short order. Easiest job they’ve had.

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Coiling 101

Basic manners for Nagas say don’t coil your lovers while panicked. You’ll accidentally cut off their air.

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Classroom Conference

Let’s just say Bea’s project is…a little odd.

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A Peculiar Project

While the ladies and gentlemen that made up Coilzette, William, and Ssylphiel’s harems engaged in a bit of school scenarios, it was all just an act. The people making up the harem would see their respective god or goddess to discuss “extra credit”. The only person actually doing something school related was Bea as she was still a teenager. Her project…kind of made her grandparents and mother scratch their heads. Coilzette had just put on her sexy teacher outfit and was slithering to the classroom to play with two of her harem when she saw Bea talking to one of the men in her harem. “So, how much do you say Grandma Coilzette weighs?” she asked.

“I never bothered asking Mistress her weight, Miss Bea,” he replied. “That’s too much of a minefield for me.”

“1,500 talans,” said Coilzette as she approached them. “But very wise on you, Hayden, on not asking me directly.”

“Thanks, Grandma!” replied Bea as she wrote down the numbers and slithered off.

“…Why did she need to know that?” mused Coilzette. She then smirked at Hayden. “You know, that COULD be what helps your grade.” She guided Hayden into the classroom, now getting into the role.

“M-my grade, Miss Goldcoil?” asked Hayden, doing the same.


William had brought out the glasses for his teacher getup. He overheard that the glasses enhanced his physique as well as the turtleneck sweater that left little to the imagination when it came to his muscles. He tutted when he spoke with the student in this scenario. “I must say, I’m disappointed,” he said as he brought out a report card. “A D in your math class? Shame, shame, Bobby.”

“But Mr. Goldcoil,” replied Bobby, “I need to pass this class! What can I do?!” Before William could answer, there was a knock on the door. The two men growled.

“Never fails!” grumbled William. “One sec, I need to take this.” He opened the classroom door to reveal Bea.

“Sorry to interrupt, Grandpa, but I need to speak with Bobby, given his background,” explained Bea.

“My background?” asked Bobby.

“As a hunter. Bobby, how many anchor points would be needed to hold down an angry 1,500 talan animal?”

“Depends on the animal, but about 13 anchor points ought to do you if you got the right magic rope.”

“Thanks!” Bea slithered off.

“…You know, my brother Hayden said she asked your wife about her weight for some odd reason,” remarked Bobby.

“And Coilzette IS 1,500 talans, so Bea is being oddly specific,” said William. He then resumed the act. “Now, if you applied that kind of reasoning to your math, you might be passing by now.”


Ssylphiel and her student, Beth, had had a wild time of extra credit. Their clothes were disheveled and Ssylphiel managed to keep her glasses on. “My, my,” she cooed. “You were eager to get extra credit. Keep seeing me after school and your grade will be a nice, fat A.”

“Th-Thank you, Miss Goldcoil!” panted Beth. They then heard a knock.

“Must be another student,” purred Ssylphiel. “You wait right there.” She checked through the door’s window…and saw Bea. She poked her head out. “Bea, what are you doing here?” she hissed.

“Sorry, Mama, but I need to speak to you or Beth about interrogation,” replied Bea.

“Interrogation?” asked Ssylphiel. “…You know what, come on in.” She let Bea into the room.

“Miss Bea!” yelped Beth.

“Just getting some answers,” said Bea. “Beth, Mama, you two did interrogations together, right?”

“During the war with Orkalist, yes,” replied Beth. “Your mother did the interrogation, and I did the aftercare.”

“Perfect! What’s the maximum amount of time you can interrogate someone?” asked Bea.

“Interrogations were never conducted with the safety of the subject in mind,” answered Beth.

“Ah! THAT is good to know! I’ll just find the right whip and-!”

“Bea!” barked Ssylphiel.

“Yes, Mama?”

“What’s going on here?! You asked Grandma Coilzette how much she weighed, you asked a member of Grandpa William’s harem about anchor points, now you asked me and Beth about interrogation! Is this what you decided your school project is? Because if so, you need to pick something more SFW, especially for a public-school setting!”

“Oh, no!” replied Bea. “This is personal stuff concerning a 1,000 talan Troll classmate of mine. He decided it would be funny to put more than the necessary salt in my cookies and I’m just trying to let him know that what he did wasn’t a good idea.” She created a small lightning orb and wiggled her eyebrows. As she slithered out, Ssylphiel and Beth stared in shock.

“…The more I raise her,” muttered Ssylphiel, “the more I learn how sadistic a bunny person can be.”

“Well, we all learned something today,” remarked Beth. “Cookies are off limits concerning pranking her.”

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Mother Daughter Beach Vacation

This 90-mile beach is but a fraction of Serpentia’s southern border. The rest of the 540-mile border is dedicated to shipping and seaside housing.

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Beachside Romance

Ssylphiel and Bea slithered to a private beach with the softest sand imaginable. This was a popular Divine Beach where only those that have Divine Blood or were adopted into Divinity could go. The two were in sexy beach wear and carried all the tools needed for a nice time on the beach. They laid out the blankets, planted their umbrellas into the sand and opened them, unfolded their chairs, then put on their sunglasses. They rested for a time…then they heard something rising from the waves. Mother and daughter both smiled as a Divine Cecaelia woman, a Divine Merman, a Divine Crab Man, a Divine Turtle man, and a Divine Selkie Woman rose from the waves and made their way to the ladies. The Cecaelia woman, Merman, and Crab Man cuddled up to Bea as the Turtle man and Selkie woman snuggled with Ssylphiel. At that moment, something glowed at the collarbones of Ssylphiel and who she was snuggling with. This…is known as the Spousal Connection, known only to Divinity. When one member of a Divine Race meets another and they feel a connection, they are considered married. For Ssylphiel, the Divine Turtle man and Selkie woman, Daviari and Blair respectively, were her husband and wife. No words need to be spoken. That connection means that they could have all the lovers in the world, and it wouldn’t matter, they were still faithful to one another and they telepathically knew it. Ssylphiel noticed that Bea and those she was snuggling with, Marus the Merman, Octovia the Cecaelia, and Wilson the Crab man, weren’t talking. She and her spouses looked over to see strands of light from the collarbones of Bea and her lovers connecting with one another. “…Oh…our…Creator Ancestors!” breathed Ssylphiel. “I was only 19 when that day happened for us!”

“The connection happens whenever all lovers know they will be faithful to one another,” replied Blair. Ssylphiel smiled, then slithered up to Bea.

“M-Mama, what’s-?!” asked Bea.

“The four of you love each other as I love Daviari and Blair,” replied Ssylphiel. “And, because of that…you are truly accepted as a Divine Naga.” Ssylphiel then pulled out a blue flower with a golden feather nestled in it.

“…I always said I wanted mine to be like that!” breathed Bea.

“And so it shall be,” replied Ssylphiel. She then pinned the flower to the right side of Bea’s hair, right by her ear. “Let all of Divinity witness this day! You are Bea Lapinasa Goldcoil! Queen of the Sands of Cobrasias, Patron of the Coven of Furasiana, and Defeater of Anacassandra the Wicked!”

“Congratulations, Bea!” said Octovia. Bea coiled her tail around her new spouses.

“I couldn’t have done it without you guys!” she said as happy tears came down her furry face.