The Web of Stories
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!
Let’s just say Bea’s project is…a little odd.
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.
Someone’s been sent to assassinate Ssylphiel. …No, she’s not gonna fight an orphan bunnygirl peasant! She’s gonna adopt her and make her into a Divine Naga like her!
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.