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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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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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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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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.

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Divine Grilling

It was a special day during this month. Today was the Day of Completion where the Creator Gods and Goddesses, among which were Ssylphiel’s ancestors, had finished their labors in creating the universe. This was signified by the sun first rising at its peak. It became the signature day of freedom for all races when they escaped the yoke of oppression. Right now, the Order of Hissteria was enjoying the fact that they all chose to serve their Goddess. They were all relaxing on the pool deck in the upper levels of the palace. The pool was big enough for a harem five times the size of Ssylphiel’s to still have elbow room. It was a shallow pool magical adaptive floors so all races big and small could have fun. Nora, Sanliel, Shannon, and Beth were cuddling up to one another while dipping their feet into the pool. They were in full pool-side harem gear, hair flowers and skirt-style bikinis. “My, my, my,” purred Beth as the rays of the sun hit her tummy, “such a beautiful day.”

“I’m imagining,” said Shannon, “that I’m at Nora’s Tavern…with a mug of ale in one hand, some good mutton in the other, and propping my feet up near the fireplace after a hard day’s work.”

“Only…ye’ve never done a hard day’s work!” joked Nora. The four of them laughed.

“…Say, where’s Ssylphiel?” asked Sanliel. “She’s usually here whenever this day rolls around.”

“She sure is taking her sweet time,” remarked Beth. She then smelled something. “…That’s beef cooking,” she said. “…And there’s hot dogs too!”

“The grill!” realized Shannon. “She’s at the grill!” The four of them headed to where the grill usually sits.

“I thought this place has staff for the kitchens,” remarked Nora, being the newest addition to the Order of Hissteria.

“Yes, but sometimes Mistress needs to flex her own cooking muscles,” replied Beth. “It’s just that she’s good at a particular kind of cooking.” They arrived to see Ssylphiel in just an apron that said “Worship the Cook” at the grill, cooking burgers and hot dogs as Beth predicted.

“Is that one of those magic aprons, Mistress?” asked Nora. Ssylphiel turned to see the group.

“It sure is, Darling Nora,” confirmed the Divine Naga. “No matter where it may end up on my exposed flesh, I can’t get any splash damage.”

“So you can cook?” asked Nora.

“On a grill, yes. I’m sure Shannon can tell you about the disaster that was last Winter Solstice.”

“Oh, good grief! That ham was nothing more than leather!” complained Shannon.

“As you can see, Nora,” continued Ssylphiel, “I cannot use a stove or oven to save my life. But a grill? That’s a different story. Seriously, you give me any animal, and I mean ANY creature that my Creator Ancestors and their colleagues put in this world and I’ll grill it. …Hells, I’ll grill you if you’re not careful. Now!” Ssylphiel then put the finished hot dogs and burgers on a plate and revealed a table full of buns, chips, sodas, and other finger foods. “Who’s hungry?” she asked as she clicked the tongs. To make a long story short, everyone was!

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Father’s Day…Wisdom

Ssylphiel often has to leave her Queendom for certain reasons. For this occasion, she was visiting her father, a former human turned Divine Naga by Coilzette, William Freeman Goldcoil, God-King of the Forested Kingdom of Arborias, Master of the Sect of Emancia, and Liberator of the Mines of Subeartas. He was a tinkerer at heart. Those that joined his harem were willing, like Ssylphiel’s and Coilzette’s respective harems. Ssylphiel had already visited William earlier this month in taking down Anacassandra, but she felt that a happier visit was in order. William’s harem head, an Elf man named Dalvin, was surprised. “Lady Ssylphiel,” he said as he let her into the forested palace of her father’s home, “we had no idea you were coming. We’re honored by your visit. I must personally apologize for the mess.”

“What mess?” asked Ssylphiel with a playful smirk. “Is Daddy in his workshop?”

“He is, indeed,” replied Dalvin. “May I ask why you’re here?”

“Well, I assume you know what today is.”

“Yes, it’s…ah.” Dalvin then saw the box in Ssylphiel’s hands. “Do you wish for me to announce your presence or-?”

“I’d prefer this to be a surprise,” replied Ssylphiel.

“Very good, Your Magnificence.” Dalvin led Ssylphiel to a workshop with six trees growing out of it. He opened the doors to reveal William.

“Something that needs my attention?” he asked while still concentrating on his project.

“More like someone, Daddy,” replied Ssylphiel. William dropped his project and turned to Ssylphiel with a grin.

“Visiting your old man, hm?” he asked.

“Well, in light of today, I thought it would be appropriate.” She revealed the box. “Happy Father’s Day, daddy!”

“Aw, you sweet little girl!” replied William. He slithered up to Ssylphiel and hugged her. After the hug, he opened his present. “…The new Switcheroo Hammer?!” he gasped. “This thing can switch from combat to craftwork in a heartbeat!”

“Got it from an old Dwarf that used to do smith work for Anacassandra,” explained Ssylphiel. “Do you know the name Stephen Stone-breaker?” William goggled.

“Blonde beard?” he asked. “Crystal ball replacing his right eye? Built a mechanical hand for himself?”

“That’s the one,” confirmed Ssylphiel. “He and his whole colony were freed last week thanks to him rallying enough people for a revolt and I figured you would like to know his address. He’s making a name for himself in the new prosthetic limb business.”

“That’s great to know!”

“…But…there is SOMETHING that doesn’t make sense about his methods.”

“What’s that, kiddo?” asked William.

“He tried to explain his method for getting out of a creative funk,” explained Ssylphiel, “but I didn’t understand and he said you could explain.”

“Oh, that’s easy. People like him and me just go outside and grab something. I’m pretty sure, after all he’s taught me, I can squeeze an idea out of anything.” Ssylphiel arched a confused eyebrow.

“Not sure if I’m following,” she said.

“Well, this morning, I knew I was gonna make something, but I didn’t know what, so I went outside and I grabbed this.” He pulled out what he grabbed. …It kicked its webbed feet as William kept its wings restrained while it poked its bill around in confusion.

“…A…duck,” remarked Ssylphiel.

“A duck,” confirmed William.

“…How does that help?” asked Ssylphiel. William then showed off the duck further.

“…Duck,” he said.

“…Okay, but I’m afraid I don’t-.”

“Duck.”

“…But Daddy-!”

“Duuuuuuuuck.” At this point, Ssylphiel groaned in confusion and frustration.

“Daddy, you’re not making any sense! I know it’s a duck-!”

“Who said anything I do has to make sense?” asked William as he set the duck down and let it wander. “My mission is to not only free those that were in the same position I was before I met your mother, but to help them forget all that for just one second. Everyone with me right now is not here to get one bit of wisdom, but to forget their lives and just indulge in wonderful nonsense, even if it lasts only a minute.”

“…Why couldn’t you just say that earlier? That’s something I can understand,” muttered Ssylphiel.

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Mama’s Visit

Ssylphiel, Bea, and the Order of Hissteria were rather busy. They spent the entire previous week getting everything cleaned. “Okay, let’s see, all that’s left is the-!” she said to Bea as she checked a list, then an Elf girl approached her.

“She’s here!” warned the Elf.

“NOW?!” yelped Ssylphiel. “B-But the throne room-!”

“Don’t worry about that, Mama,” said Bea. “Frannie and I already took care of that.”

“You’re a sweet girl, Bea!” said Ssylphiel as she kissed her daughter’s forehead. She then slithered off to the palace gates at top speed. She arrived just in time as the gates opened to reveal a Divine Naga. She wore glasses mainly for show as members of Divine Races didn’t suffer any physical disabilities.

“SSYLPHIEL!” greeted the new Naga in a motherly tone.

“Welcome, Mama!” replied Ssylphiel as she hugged the new Naga. Yes, this was her mother. The naga’s full title is Coilzette Mentalia Goldcoil, God-Queen of the Lands of Coilusia, Keeper of the Legacy of Hypnosius, and Defeater of Gralvak the Terrible.

“Ooh, it’s been too long, Ssylphiel!” said Coilzette. “I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier, but the Sons of Gralvak were harassing my people.”

“I heard about that,” replied Ssylphiel, “so I had some of my troops assist yours.”

“I thought I saw your troops that day! Thanks for the help! OOH! I heard you actually signed a peace treaty with Orkalist!”

“That I did!” confirmed Ssylphiel as she and Coilzette entered the palace. “Delilah took command and got her troops to stand down, so I could afford to do the same with my own.”

“Did you ever figure out why the war started between you and Orkalist?” asked Coilzette. Ssylphiel face-palmed.

“…Apparently, Throzgar had thin skin. Remember that prank I pulled on him 5,000 years ago?”

“Now, Ssylphiel, I DID warn you some politicians can only make ‘jokes’. You needed to be the bigger woman and call him out on that.”

“Can’t really do that now, what with him dying at Delilah’s hand in my throne room.”

“So that’s why her dress and hair flower are black. Delilah seized command.”

“Grandma!” called Bea’s voice.

“Sweet Bea!” cheered Coilzette as Bea arrived. She pulled the Bunny Girl Naga into a hug. “Ooh, it’s so good to see you! How are you doing?”

“Doing great, Grandma!” replied Bea. “Mama’s been teaching me the Goldcoil Belly Dances!”

“…This early?” Coilzette muttered to Ssylphiel.

“You taught me those dances when I was only 13, Mama,” replied Ssylphiel. “Besides, you didn’t have me perform until I was 21, I’m doing the same with Bea.”

“Okay, fair enough,” replied Coilzette.

“Ooh, Mom! I almost forgot!” Ssylphiel clapped her hands and two Hissteria girls brought forth a box. “Happy Mother’s Day, Mama!”

“Oh, you didn’t need to get me anything!” said Coilzette. “Me seeing you is gift enough!”

“I know, but I still wanted to show my appreciation,” replied Ssylphiel. Coilzette opened the box and gasped.

“The Pearl of the Seas!” she said as she held the pearl in her hands. It was as big as a man’s fist, meaning it was just small enough for a hairstick decoration for Coilzette, given her size. “I’ve always wanted to go under the waves! Oh, thank you, Ssylphiel!”

“And there’s another mother that needs to be thanked too,” said Bea.

“…There is?” asked Ssylphiel. “But I only have one moth-.”

“I’m talking about you, Mama,” said Bea. “Happy Mother’s Day.” She presented a box to Ssylphiel.

“Oh! Thank you!” bid Ssylphiel happily. She was so wrapped up in showing how much she appreciated Coilzette for raising her, she forgot she was a mom herself! She opened her box and gasped. “Anacassandra’s Portal Bracelet!” she whispered. “She can’t make her usual getaways! How did you-?!”

“Easiest thing I ever got from her,” replied Bea. “She saw me once in the market square of her realm and fled, dropping it in the process!” The three Divine Naga women shared a laugh.

“I always knew she was clumsy!” laughed Coilzette.

“Clumsy AND stupid!” cackled Ssylphiel. The Divine Nagas then wound down their laughter. “…How’s Papa these days?”

“…Your father,” said Coilzette, “has Anacassandra on the run. She’s cornered, but I’m expecting help from him.”

“Then it’s almost time to carve up her Queendom,” said Ssylphiel. “Bea, you remember what Grandpa William said? About you getting the grasslands?”

“Let’s help Grandpa first, THEN we’ll discuss how to divide up Anacassandra’s Queendom,” replied Bea.

“Good idea,” said Ssylphiel.

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A Bunny’s Resurrection

Ssylphiel slithered down the corridors of her palace, talking to Velasian, High Queen of all Elves. They had already gotten the business side out of the way and were now enjoying each other’s company like the old friends they are. “So,” purred Ssylphiel, “what say we…have a little fun? Perhaps go like rabbits?”

“I’d love that very much,” cooed Velasian. She then recalled something. “Sorry to detract from sexy time planning, but on the subject of rabbits…how did you get Bea as your daughter? I know you must have used your powers to make her into a Divine Naga like you, but how did a bunny girl become your daughter in the first place?”

“Ah, that takes me back about five years ago,” sighed Ssylphiel with motherly pride. “Bea already said I can talk about this story when she’s not in the room, but the question is, do YOU have time for it?”

“I’m here for a week, remember?” chuckled Velasian. “Of course I have time.”

“Then let’s find a comfortable spot,” declared Ssylphiel. They then found a sunny courtyard with trees. “Aha! A nice warm place!” Velasian stood under the tree as Ssylphiel coiled her. The Elf couldn’t resist a sexy moan as the tip of Ssylphiel’s tail stroked her cheek once she was sufficiently coiled. A pair of Ssylphiel’s girls then brought out a lawn chair for Ssylphiel and set it up in the sun. “Good work, my darlings,” she said. “Mind giving Velasian and I some privacy? We’ll play with you later.”

“Yes, Mistress!” replied the two girls. They then headed off. As they settled, a naga slithered up to the two. This one was…different. She had a teenage girl’s upper torso, but she was covered in white fur and had the head of a bunny.

“Ah! Bea!” greeted Ssylphiel. “I was just about to reveal your origin story! Wanna join?”

“Sure, Mama!” replied Bea. She laid herself on the ground, letting the sun’s rays touch her tummy.

“Now,” said Ssylphiel, “Bea’s story begins five years ago…”

Ssylphiel sat in her throne. She had received news that a self-proclaimed “hero” attempted to sneak into the palace to try and kill Ssylphiel (impossible since she was a goddess in the most literal sense) and was now in her dungeon. Shannon then came into the room. “Mistress,” she said, “the prisoner is ready.”

“Bring them in,” said Ssylphiel. “I wish to see this ‘hero’ before I teach them how wrong they were to label me as a villain.” Shannon bowed and directed two guards to bring their prisoner forward. “So, hero,” purred Ssylphiel as she lounged sexily on her throne, “I heard much about you. Now we finally meet, after all this time. They say it is your fate to defeat me. …But have you not looked at the lands under my control? Even the poorest can say they are thriving. So, tell me, ‘Hero’, why…wh-why…why… wh-hold up,” As the hero was brought closer to the throne, Ssylphiel dropped the sexy act and sat up straight in confusion. “Why are you a child?” The prisoner was an anthropomorphic bunny girl, a child, as Ssylphiel correctly put it.

“I’m the hero!” replied the little girl defiantly.

“…N-No!” replied Ssylphiel. “No! You’re, like, 10!” She then glared at Shannon and the guards. “You said you found an upstart calling themselves a hero that wants to slay me!”

“I AM the hero!” insisted the bunny girl.

“Oh, really, kiddo?” remarked Ssylphiel as she slithered off the throne, arms folded. “And who told you that?”

“The Great Seer, Anacassandra,” replied the bunny girl.

“My great aunt, Anacassandra?!” yelped Ssylphiel. “She’s sending children to assassinate me now?!” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m gonna wring her neck with both my hands AND my tail for this! Release the girl!” The guards released the bunny girl. “Hey, kiddo, what’s your name?”

“…I’m Bea,” replied the bunny girl.

“Well, Miss Bea, have you eaten yet? …And where are your parents?”

“…I’m an orphan,” mumbled Bea. “And I haven’t had a good meal in a long time.” Tears welled up in the poor bunny girl’s eyes. You could hear Ssylphiel’s heart break. Her great aunt, a truly wicked Divine Naga, must have preyed on Bea’s desperation and starved her to make her more compliant.

“…Bea, maybe we got off on the wrong foot,” she said softly. “Would you like to stay here? You won’t have to listen to Anacassandra.”

“…Y-You mean…you want to…?!” asked Bea, her eyes filled with hope.

“If you want me to be your mother, I will,” confirmed Ssylphiel.

“…Mommy!” cheered Bea happily as she hugged Ssylphiel. “…Can I…have a tail like you?”

“If you want,” replied Ssylphiel.

“I do!” giggled Bea.

“Let’s get some food in you first, THEN I’ll turn you into a bunny girl Divine Naga,” said Ssylphiel as she picked up the bunny girl and slithered to the dining hall.

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Aftermath

The rays of the sun slowly crawled across Ssylphiel and the red-head Dwarf woman sharing her bed. The naga goddess sighed as the warmth of the sunbeam went across her stomach and gently woke her. “Mmmm…good morning, Nora.”

“Mmm…good morning, goddess,” sighed the Dwarf woman happily. Ssylphiel kissed her new paramour before slithering to her vanity with the Dwarf in her coils.

“It was nice of you and your father to let us use the tavern for our party last night,” said Ssylphiel.

“Me father’s an ol’ softie,” replied Nora. Ssylphiel was about to put on her makeup…when she saw a piece of paper with pictures on the vanity table. She examined the paper carefully.

“…A receipt?” she muttered. Nora saw the paper.

“Can I see that?” she asked. Ssylphiel handed her the receipt and Nora inspected. “…That’s me father’s handwriting,” muttered the Dwarf woman. Her eyes went wide as she looked at each line item on the receipt. “What in the hell…?!” she whispered. She was REALLY surprised when she saw the total! “Wha…?!” Ssylphiel goggled at the pictures and looked at the total on the receipt.

“…What did the rest of the girls DO last night?!” she spluttered. She then used her mirror to call the designated lead girl from last night. “SANLIEL!” she shouted. The blue-skinned, green-haired Elf woman put her fingers to her lips as a pained look of getting over a hangover crossed her face.

“Shshshshhhhh!” she said. “Yes, Mistress?” she then whispered.

“I distinctly remember Nora and her father warning us,” said Ssylphiel, “that they’d charge us a cleaning fee if we left the tavern and forge a mess after our party last night.”

“Me father left a receipt and pictures of the damage from last night,” explained Nora. “I’m not trying to be mean about collection, but holy HELL!”

“I knew that fee was gonna come up this morning,” moaned Sanliel pitifully. “I knew it the minute the living sundae contest got out of hand.”

“So the brown substance Nora’s father found,” asked Ssylphiel, “that’s all chocolate?”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Sanliel. “And the anvil had a really nice flat surface for a suction attachment, so, Nora, I’d be careful around that.”

“Me anvil?!” Nora looked to see if her dad accounted for any damage for the anvil. “…Why was the horn of me poor anvil rusted?!” she demanded.

“…Erm, what’s the total damage?” asked Sanliel.

“943 gold, at least that’s what Nora’s father thinks is fair,” replied Ssylphiel. “I think he’s being a bit generous.”

“Nora, instead of me answering your question about the anvil,” offered Sanliel, “how about we make that a nice 1,000 gold? Make it a nice, cubed number.”

“You want me to not ask questions?” asked Nora. “You’re all helping me clean the tavern and forge as well as paying that fee! Mistress, I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to help.”

“Of course, Sweet Nora,” agreed Ssylphiel. “Why don’t we…” she read something else on the receipt and saw the pictures. “…What’s that red stuff on the tavern’s rafters?” Sanliel thought for a minute.

“…Oh, no!” she assured Ssylphiel a second later. “That’s not what you’re thinking, Mistress. Jello wrestling. That’s raspberry.”

“Right, that’s it,” sighed Ssylphiel. “I’ll need to lay out ground rules, one of them being that we cannot let ourselves be so blacked-out drunk enough for Jello wrestling!”