Princess Sierra stormed into her room. As usual, her father had to spoil her fun. And as usual, the small giantess left him hanging by his shirt several meters off the ground before pouting off. She tried to think of something she could have her personal servants do to amuse her, but when the giantess entered her room, she saw a surprise guest laying on her bed. Recognizing the fluffy red tail, Sierra chimed, “Captain Vyxariah! What brings you here?”

The kitsune laid a bit seductively and replied, “Feeling cute. Might go break into your daddy’s vault later; I don’t know.” The much smaller girl suddenly found herself bounced into the air as the giantess jumped onto the bed, and Sierra said, “He certainly has that coming. Especially after he took my ball from me!”

“It’s a ball you want, is it?” Vyxariah removed a coin purse from her belt, and whispered to it, “Into a ball.” The purse shivered and wiggled, and then transformed into a shiny red ball, which the yokai rolled down the bed as she ordered, “Bigger!” The ball grew in size with each time Vyxariah made the command, until it was finally a bouncy ball befitting a giant. “There! You can borrow that ball if you want.”

Sierra squeed as she picked up the ball, and then used a single finger to pet Vyxariah’s head. “Just like my little pet fox to know how to cheer me up!” As the giantess tossed and bounced the ball, she continued, “Though I had hoped you had come to visit me. Maybe tell be another one of your adventures among the skies of the world.”

“So now it’s a story you want?” The red-head laughed, “I suppose I have one or two in me. I could tell you about the monster that lives under my bed, or the time I met a drider that was very good at bondage. Or perhaps I could tell you about the slime that ate a giantess bigger than you!”

The giantess laughed, “How about something that isn’t obviously a fantasy. Monsters who eat giants, ridiculous.” She gave the ball a squeeze, and then, quite to her surprise, tentacles sprouted from the ball, wrapping around her fingers as its form opened to reveal sharp teeth. The sight caused Sierra to shriek and drop the terrifying creature she held in her hands.

Vyxariah ran to intercept the falling object, catching a mass of flailing tentacles in her arms which quickly returned to the shape of a coin purse once in her grasp. “What is that thing!?” Sierra exclaimed. Vyxariah pet the coin purse and gave it a light kiss as she explained, “Mimi is just a hungry little mimic I found years ago. Back when I was still a pirate, and my name was Blood-Tail…”

…

A pair of rickety airships which were little more than planks of wood held up by balloons, sailed through the skies of Skyvale. They were run by pirates, and the crews were using cloud cover and spire columns to ambush their targets. On the ship flying wingman, a pirate rushed to a small room at the back of the ship, and pounded on the door before announcing, “Captain Blood-Tail, we’ve nearing the…” He was cut off as the door swiftly swung open, smacking into his face and knocking him over. A red-haired kitsune had emerged, wearing nothing but an eyepatch and a tri-corner hat. Her nakedness was of no cause for embarrassment to her, nor was the dazed and tired man who dropped out of the room and hit the floor beside her. “Finally!” She proclaimed, she gave the collapsed form beside her a firm shove with her foot as she ordered, “Smear, bring me my red coat and put on your brown pants. It’s time for a fight!”

Captain Vyxariah, christened Blood-Tail by her crew, was pleased to be on another run. From start to finish strikes were an adrenaline rush for her. The long flights were made brief by ‘breaking in’ some of the fresh faces in her crew. Then once combat started, the sounds of bullets rushing by her head, the heat of explosions, and butchering overpaid security until she was bathed in blood got her endorphins rushing until she was in a state of bliss. The end result was obtaining her two greatest cravings: riches to hoard and spend to her heart’s content, and a collection of prisoners from which she could choose the most handsome men and beautiful women to be her pleasure pets.

Once clothed and armed, Blood-Tail approached the bow of her ship, standing precariously off the end as she waited for the arrival of their target. Soon enough, an airship sailed into view. She smiled, and turned to her crew as she ordered, “Prepare to attack!”

The helmsman replied, “We being flagged down by Captain Rot-Gut. He doesn’t want us to attack.” The lookout then added, “The ship bears the Eagle’s Crest. It’s protected.”

Blood-Tail’s ears curled and her lip became pouted, but after a brief moment of thought, she smiled and her tail began to wag. “It’s protected because they’ve got some valuable stuff in there.” She bounded to the wheel and took it from her helmsman, telling her crew, “Rot-Gut is a coward! Protected? Pft! Who cares about tomorrow when we can be rich today! Now get your hot asses on the guns, we’ve got a booty to grab!”

Her crew was no less eager to take the ship than she was, and they cheered and warcried as they armed their weapons. Blood-Tail got her ship moving, quite to the protest of Rot-Gut, but why should she care? “Forward cannons, pop their balloon!” She ordered, and the pirate ship shook as cannons fired upon the cargo-ship’s balloon. Holes were torn through, and the ship began to lose altitude as sailors climbed ropes to patch the balloon.

A pirate alerted, “Captain, they are dropping into the ravine!” “Oh no they don’t!” Blood-Tail’s ship dropped in altitude quickly, sailing directly at the much larger ship as if to ram it. Before the impact came, she spun the wheel hard, turning her ship so its flank ran into the side of the enemy craft. The momentum of the much smaller craft forced the carrier to bank and run along the side of the deep canyon. The large airship soon became moored to the rocks, but not before friction caused its balloon to be set on fire.

As the burning balloon blanketed the wooden craft, Blood-Tail set her ship down nearby. She and the rest of her crew dropped to the rocky ground, and she ordered, “Storm the ship! Take whatever you can get your hands on.” She led the charge on the fallen airship, thoughts of shining, sparkling money dancing in her head, but her dream was shattered when the airship before her suddenly exploded.

The sight of wreckage before her, and the realization that her plunder was burning to nothing within that hull, caused her golden eye to widen with shock and horror. She dropped to her knees and screamed with fury.

Runs were not going so well for Blood-Tail and her crew. Given that there was barely enough booty to pay expenses for the run, pockets were empty, which meant vices could not be enjoyed, and the pirates were starting to lose confidence in their captain as a result. The kitsune was not ready to give up though.

After the battle, she ignored any scolding Captain Rot-Gut wanted to give her as she dragged the swabbie into her room. She and the servant were soon naked on her bed, where her legs were wrapped around him while his face was pressed firmly into her pussy.

With the entertainment at work, Blood-Tail looked through her collection of maps, looking for something that could give her the payout she and her crew desired. At last, she found something that caught her interest.

Of course, she couldn’t leave the current business unfinished.

“Honestly boy, I’ll teach you how to give oral!” She shoved her current partner onto his back, and then enveloped his genitals in her mouth. It didn’t take but a few bobs of her head and a couple licks from her tongue before his manhood spewed love-goo into her mouth. Blood-Tail withdrew, held her partner down, and kissed him. She used her lips to part his, slipping her tongue into his mouth along with a healthy helping of his own seed. She then pulled away, covered his mouth and nose with a hand, and ordered, “Swallow.” He did so reluctantly, not enjoying his personal flavor, and the fox-girl gave him a playful smile. “Good boy.”

Blood-Tail was soon piloting her own ship again as she sailed toward the desired destination. There was an ancient crypt nearby. Crypts were full of tribute, be it money, antiques, or other valuables, and when selling to the right buyers, older was better.

The location was not obvious, but Blood-Tail was confident enough in her charts to find the general area to start searching. She landed her ship within the cover of trees, and had anchors trown around branches and trunks to make sure it wouldn’t go anywhere. To further ensure that her ride would not disappear, she brought her entire crew into the forest with her, except for Stain, but she doubted he could figure out how to even get an airship off the ground. Altogether that made the landing party 9 pirates strong, including Blood-Tail herself.

“Now let’s see, according to the landmarks…” she pondered out loud as she looked through her notes to pinpoint the location. “Where the narrow peak is in line with the crown peak… I would hardly call that a crown, but sure… there will be a pool fed by three waterfalls. If the mountain had a face, one fall would be a running nose, search where it falls…”

She and her crew followed the directions until everything made sense. One landmark led to another, and beneath a waterfall, they found a passage cut into the rocky wall bordered by bricks. “This is the place.” The captain led her crew into darkness, torchlight illuminating their way.

Fortunately, they did not have to go far to reach the center of the crypt, but unfortunately, digging through urns and coffins presented not a speck of gold. While there was an abundance of dried-up bones, there was nothing of value to be found, which was both frustrating and alarming.

Her ear turned toward her crew as she heard one of them whisper to the others. “Another waste of time. We haven’t had any booty in weeks! Blood-Tail is a terrible captain; I should be the one in charge.”

Blood-Tail heard enough. She drew her pistol and turned to the conspirator, shooting him directly in the head. “Anyone else have a problem?” she asked. Violence bred more violence, and a fire fight ensued between the captain and her crew. Blood-Tail did not come out unscathed, as one of the bullets clipped her arm, greatly reducing her accuracy. At the very least she had a target rich environment ahead of her.

Things became even worse when one of the mutinous crew redied an explosive, then stepped directly in the path of her bullet. Everyone ran to get clear before the bomb went off, and the explosion wound up causing the tunnel to collapse. Blood-Tail was separated from her crew, but unfortunately, she was also cut off from the surface. “Shit!” She exclaimed, rushing to the pile of rubble and digging at it pointlessly. She was trapped, and doomed to either starve of suffocate among the dead of the crypt.

There was no point in lingering, and she wondered if there was an alternate way out. When she moved to go deeper into the crypt, she noticed something odd: a treasure chest that had not been there before. Curious, she approached it, and lifted the lid to see what was inside. She was not prepared for what she actually saw.

The interior was fleshy, and appeared quite a bit deeper than it had any right to be. The rim of the chest was lined with several rows of teeth, and worse yet were the numerous grey tentacles that sprang forth to wrap around her arms, torso, and neck. The tentacles had a firm grip on her, preventing her from escaping, and it was everything she could do just to not be pulled into the mouth of the chest.

The blood of her wounded arm began to drip on the tentacle that held it, and the grey appendage began to fill in and turn red, and it’s pull became significantly stronger. Thinking of nothing better to do, Blood-Tail bit the rejuvenated tentacle, sinking her fangs into the foul-tasting flesh. The creature let out a shriek, and its tentacles released her to withdraw into the chest and close up.

The kitsune got distance from the creature as she collected herself from what just happened. When she was able to think clearly again, she thought about what she had just experienced, and realized she’d just encountered a mimic! A very rare creature, able to transform into any inanimate object as a means of luring its prey in close and ambushing it. This one however, appeared to be rather weak. “How long has it been down here?” she wondered. She again regarded the pile of rocks blocking her path, and considered, “Maybe if I help it, it can help me?”

She retrieved a couple of bodies from the battleground, and returned to the mimic dragging her former crewmates by their ankles. She dropped them in front of the treasure chest, and set a hand on the lid as she told it, “I want out of here. If you help me, we can both be free. I’ll take you somewhere that you can eat to your heart’s content, and you’ll be nice and snug on a warm airship rather than a cold dungeon. Would you like that?” The chest sat as a chest would, and she sighed, “I hope that’s a yes.”

She opened the lid, and threw a body directly between the teeth. Tentacles wrapped around it, dragging it inside, and by the time the boots vanished, the kitsune was ready with the second fallen pirate, which tentacles eagerly snatched from her grasp to pull into the devouring maw.

Blood-Tail watched as color filled the mimic after eating, and figured it must be stronger now than it had been before. “Time to see if I get eaten today…” She thought out loud, then walked behind the chest and pushed it toward the rocks. The mimic remained docile in her efforts to move it. Once at the blockage, she said, “I need something to remove this.” At her words, the mimic began to shudder. Its lid burst open, and tentacles flailed as wood planks snapped apart and reshaped into much harder metal. In a matter of seconds, the mimic had transformed into a pickaxe.

This tool could work, but it would take a while, and what was left of her crew would be long gone by the time she made it out. At the very least she wouldn’t be stuck in the crypt for the rest of her life. She grabbed the pickaxe and swung into the rocks, and the moment the tool clinked against hard stone, the head sent out several tentacles that whipped and dug through several more inches of rock, softening it enough for Blood-Tail to dig through it with a yank. The process repeated over and over again, until she finally had a narrow path to squeeze through the rubble.

Blood-Tail had escaped the crypt, and hurredly made her way back to her ship, which she was pleasantly surprised was still docked where she’d left it. There were a couple of fresh corpses dangling off the side of the ship on meat hooks, indicating there had been some kind of power struggle among what was left of the crew.

She climbed on board the ship, and greeted the surviving members with a smile and a wave. “The captain is still alive!?” One of the crew said, to which another snapped, “I’m the captain now!”

“Boys, boys,” Blood-Tail said, “There’s no reason to fuss. Look what I happened to find in the crypt.” She revealed a gold piece to the men, and that got their attention very fast. She presented a fair sized lockbox and informed, “I collected every piece I could find, and stored them all in here. As my crew, who remained loyal for so long even after all the trouble, I think you deserve it.” The self-proclaimed captain grabbed the box and brought it back to the other three members where he opened it to see what was inside. Quite to the man’s shock, tentacles shot out from its interior, wrapping around his head and pulling him face first into the box. As kicking legs disappeared into the toothy orifice, the box grew in size until it was a true treasure chest.

One of the crew fled from the creature, while the other two stood their ground and began to shoot it. The mimic appeared unphased, and got its tentacles around one of the pair to pull him inside. His companion got ahold of his legs to try to prevent him from being eaten, but the lid of the chest just closed on the pirates torso over and over again until the rivalled tugging pulled the man in half. Holding nothing but severed legs, the third pirate turned to run, but wound up impaled with a barbed tentacle skewering his torso. He spat up blood, and was then yanked back rapidly to join his companions.

Blood-Tail walked around her ship, making sure everything was in its appropriate location to take off, and dancing to the screams of her traitorous crew. The last survivor ran right past her, attempting to jump off the ship. He had not begun his fall before a tentacle wrapped around his legs and pulled him back on board. The tentacle cracked like a whip, smacking his head against the deck and dashing his brains on the hardwood before pulling the remains in to feast upon. By the time the yokai’s checks were complete, her crew was gone, and an unassuming treasure chest was nestled next to her cabin.

Blood-Tail smiled at the mimic, ignoring the squish of blood beneath her feet, and took her own position at the wheel. Pulling the lever to get the engines running, and then pulling back on the wheel, she got her ship airborne and sailing to who-knows-where. She supposed she’d need a new crew, and more importantly, find some way to get real money – the coin that she ‘found’ was what was left of her savings.

She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard shuffling from inside her cabin, and curious, she left the wheel to investigate. Inside, she found the swabbie hiding and shivering. “Smear? You’re still alive?” Blood-Tail gave him a sadistic smile, and he darted away begging her not to kill him.

The fox-girl pounced upon him, getting a firm hold on him as she leaned over him, and she said, “How about we forget this and move on. I could always use a pleasure pet.” She gave him a very seductive gleam for encouragement, but her mood shifted quickly when she felt something sharp poking her belly. The boy had a knife, her knife, and he was pointing it at her in a threatening and defensive manner. The kitsune let out a disappointed sigh and said, “As you wish.” She let him go, and only then did Smear realize they’d been leaning over the edge of the ship as he began his fall to the ground below.

“Shame, I kindof liked that knife.” Blood-Tail sighed aloud as she stepped back to the wheel and got her ship moving again. There was a clank on the floor next to her, and she looked down to see a knife that looked exactly like the one Smear had taken with him to his death. Glancing to where the mimic had been and not seeing it let her know it had transformed into this knife. She reached down and picked it up, then set the mimic knife snuggly in its sheath before giving it a pat. There were surely going to be benefits to having a mimic in her pocket! Thinking of the good possibilities in her future, she began to sing to herself as she sailed toward the horizon.

…

At the end of her story, Vyxariah’s song wound up causing Sierra to doze off. As the giantess napped next to her, the kitsune stood and kissed her on the lips, causing the girl to lick her lips and drool. “Sleep well, Princess.” The yokai purred before walking off the bed and leaving the chamber.

She waltzed down the familiar halls of the palace on her way to the vault, and upon rounding the last corner, she noticed it was guarded by soldiers. That was somewhat inconvenient; there was no point to hurting people over a silly prank, though she doubted they would just let her mess with the door on their watch.

As she pondered what to do next, she heard a gaggle of giggles coming from the other direction, and she turned to find over a dozen beautiful women approaching. What a range of women it was too! So many body types! Not only bust, hip, and waist size, but also species and skin tone! A lamia slithered forward from the rest of the group, and being familiar with the hypnotizing abilities of the species, Vyxariah chose a spot other than her eyes to focus on.

“Excuse me.” The snake-girl hissed, “We are searching for the throne room, but have become hopelessly lost. Could you point us in the right direction?”

“Throne room?” Vyxariah answered, “What makes you think I’d know where that is? Do I look like Meridian map and tourist information?”

The lamia was unsure what was ruder, the kitsune’s words, or the fact that her single eye was focused directly on her breasts. “My eyes are up here.” The snake stated, to which the fox replied, “But your boobs are down here.” That got her tail to rattle, but before violence could ensue, another woman stepped forward. This woman had sparkling violet hair, and elongated ears that indicated she was an elf.

The elf said to the kitsune, “You have some nerve to talk to us like that. All of your kind really need to learn some manners.” Vyxariah asked, “By my kind, do you mean red-heads? Or perhaps you were referring to yokai in general?”

“Hmph, I shouldn’t expect much from a… what was your class again?”

“Clearly a higher class than you.” Vyxariah answered with a puff of her chest.

“Is that so?” The elf asked while emphasizing her own breasts, which quite to the kitsune’s disappointment, where significantly bigger than her own. “Then what, pray tell, is it you do around here?”

“I run a ship and sell services for money.”

The elf let out a nazelly chuckle as she said, “Just as I thought. A commoner among commoners!”

“Captain among crews actually, but I wouldn’t expect an elf to know the difference.”

The elf laughed at this as well, “Charming. I on the other hand am a political negotiator. With my pocket change I dine in clubs so fine that you couldn’t afford the appetizers.”

Vyxariah stretched and flexed, showing a very clear lack of awe or interest before she stated, “Somebody likes to spend her not-earned money doesn’t she? Sounds like you’re the type who pays men to sleep with you.”

The group of women who were with the elf began to snicker at the proud woman’s expense, so the elf ran a hand through her long hair to whip it about as she scoffed, “Don’t flatter yourself. The only reason you flee infested vermin think you have any value is because of your religion, which has itself been disproven by simple science, logic and reason. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have far more important people to speak with.”

“Ah yes, you were looking for the throne room…” Vyxariah turned away, flicking her tail about while tapping her chin with a claw as if in innocent contemplation, “A silly fox like me may not be able to help, but I suspect those guards over there may be able to give you a proper escort.”

The girls noticed the soldiers guarding the vault, and neither knowing nor caring about their significance, they group approached the men in armor. Though the soldiers were reluctant to move from their post, the persuasive arguments – and no shortage of tempting cleavage – finally got them to escort the group of women to meet the king. The day had been quiet and boring anyway; there was no harm in leaving there station for a few minutes…

Now that it was just her and the vault, Vyxariah pat Mimi and said, “Alright, time to crack this thing open!” She held her hand out, and a lockpick was spat into her palm. She dropped it back into the sack and said, “I was thinking of something a bit less subtle.” The next thing to pop out was a stick of dynamite, and she smiled, “That’ll work!”

Throughout the palace, people went about their daily lives either working, talking with others, or trying to pass the time until dinner. However, everyone’s attention was grabbed by an explosion that shook the base of the structure. Guards quickly assembled and ran to the source of the commotion, and there, they found the door to the treasure vault blown wide open while a kitsune looked inside longingly with her tail wagging happily. The trespasser regarded the guards, and smiled brightly to them as she said, “This is exactly what it looks like…”

Vyxariah flinched when she heard a gunshot, and she darted away as quickly as she could. “Get that fox!” The captain of the guard ordered as he and his men ran in pursuit.

To be continued in New Servants: https://aryion.com/g4/view/703424

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