Which Can Eternal Lie

[b]30,000 YEARS AGO[/b]

Maga sat atop her throne with her cheek resting upon a scaled fist. She grinned, with a forked tongue slipping past her lips. The twilight air of the temple tasted of sweat and iron. Through the slits of her eyes, the serpent assessed the pitiful figure before her. It was a nude wolf, white furred, and scrawny. He was spread on his knees, his back was pressed up against a stone slab, with his arms bound to each end of the rock. Maga made a beckoning motion with her claws. The slab shifted forward, forcing the wolf into a bow.

The canine grunted in pain, but smiled to himself. Uru knew how this would end. Uru knew he was no Chosen like this serpent. He could not move earth, summon fire, or vanish like the tales told, but he knew how this would end. Another grunt escaped the canine’s throat as he suddenly felt the stone raking his chin up to face Maga. The serpent rose from her seat, her purple silk robe pooling on the temple slabs. Behind her, Uru saw the last light of the twilight fading into night.

Maga took slow, deliberate steps towards the captive canine, mirroring his smile along the way. When she was barely a step apart, the serpent trailed her reptilian claws under Uru’s chin and craned her face towards his. “I will have those teeth if you continue to show them, traitor,” she hissed.

Uru’s expression hardly changed. He made a motion to stretch his head towards the sky. The light of twilight had finally gone, leaving a sea of stars in its wake. There, Uru’s gaze remained with a smile.

The serpent humored her prisoner for a few moments, letting the simpleton bask in whatever captivated him. Then, widening her grin, Maga dug a claw underneath the wolf’s chin, feeling the warm trickle of blood curving down her scales.
Uru continued to look up.

The grin faded from Maga’s face. “Insolent fool!” she hissed. Grasping her claws into a fist, the stone around Uru’s arm tightened. Creaking and crunching noises could be heard.

Uru’s eyes remained as steady as his smile.

With scorn, Maga craned her head up to see what had captivated the fool’s attention so. Up in the stars she saw an emerald light blazing in the corner of the sky. It was largest star in the darkness by far, shining a baleful green glow across the sky. The star did not shimmer like any other, it pulsed. Its luminescent form fading and surging to an uneven pace.
The slits of Maga’s eyes widened. There was something else. Something speaking with the pulses.
[i]
To’uan sr nd Shi’x
Maga ns unza
Maga vr zo Shi’x
Shi’x xala
[/i]

Maga’s eyes glazed over. She made a lowering motion with a claw and the sound of shifting soil followed. The serpent lowered her gaze to see a now freed Uru standing to his feet. The wolf looked back at the serpent with the same glazed eyes, a broken arm, and an erect member. Precum leaked from the canine’s shaft, already pooling onto the ground. Maga’s robe soon joined it as a puddle on the temple slabs.

Up above, the emerald star blazed on.

[b]MODERN DAY 20XX[/b]

I took a sip of my water and watched as Sarah and Mimi both downed a shot of vodka without even flinching. I couldn’t help but shudder at the sight. How did they enjoy that stuff?
Sarah noticed and passed me a grin with her black, feline muzzle. “So Fin, you wanna be the responsible one again?” chimed the cat.
I shrugged. “Depends on Mimi,” I said, motioning to the blue vixen across from me.
“It’s okay Fin,” Mimi said to me with a smile. “I think that’s the only shot I’ll take tonight. Gonna go travelling tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed at the answer, but I didn’t’ push her. Turns out Mimi really liked alcohol, and was completely fine getting blackout drunk among friends. Though “blackout drunk” with us tended to mean that at some point in the night she’d be in her old costume for some mind controlled centered fun. I always asked beforehand though.

I looked down at my glass of water and suppressed a frown. Asking Mimi to get “blackout drunk” had been getting harder recently. Probably because Mimi didn’t actually know I was a Meta like her, so she didn’t know what I was actually doing to her either. I still hadn’t told her about that whole consulting incident. It was probably some sort of karmic irony that she actually became friends with me and Sarah after that. We helped her get a job outside of the superhero business and now we have a weekly drinking night together at her place.

I tried not to bite my lip. From the corner of my eye, I saw Sarah’s grin drop. She knew what I was thinking, but I knew she wouldn’t say anything until I did first. I sighed quietly out of my nose. Mimi was my friend. I couldn’t keep screwing with her head if that was true. She had to know. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.

“So where are you going?” I heard myself say. I cursed internally at my traitorous tongue.
“Well, I’m gonna visit my sister. Catch up, hang out…” Mimi twiddled her fingers a bit before mumbling out the last part. “Maybe patrol with her a bit.”
“Really?” I asked in genuine surprise. Mimi had avoided the whole superhero thing like the plague since she retired from it.
She shrugged. “Believe it or not, I’ve actually never worked with her.”
“Huh, right. You did mention that to me,” said Sarah. “Are you thinking about getting back into the whole Super thing?”
Mimi shrugged her blue shoulders again. “Don’t plan to right now but…” She shrugged a third time.
“Huh…” was all I could manage. I twiddled my fingers on my glass. I didn’t know if it had suddenly become better or worse to tell her. “Well, do what you feel like you wanna do,” I eventually said with a shrug.
Sarah nodded. “As long as you’re happy with it, right?”
“Well I am happy with where I am now.” Mimi put on what I had come to know as her nervous smile, a toothy grin with twitchy ears.

I nodded and felt my paw gripping my glass hard. Better or worse, she had to know. “Well when you get back, let’s get together again and talk it over.” A lump started to form in my throat but I pushed it down. “I’ll uh…have a surprise for you then too.”

***

*CRACK*

The pop of splintering wood burst through air as a red vixen in a white and gold leotard was sent flying through a tree trunk. With an irritated grunt, the fox sat up and rubbed her jaw. Sadly, being punched through a tree was a familiar feeling for Vivian, or Omega as people tended to know her. Being one of the sturdier Meta’s, Omega sometimes had to take a hit for civilians, literally. The hit in question was delivered from another whacko with another gimmick. This time it was some cat wearing a star-sprinkled leotard centered on constellations or some stupid crap like that.

Vivian shifted her jaw with another grunt. The idiot punched pretty hard for someone dressed like some kid’s elaborate night light. Luckily though, that hit had let the last civilian get away. Otherwise taking out her frustration on the fool might have been a tad irresponsible.

Meanwhile, the cat peered down at his foe with a toothy grin. “Shi’x the Dead will rise! Shi’x will fill the void!” he cried with raised arms.

Vivian grated her fangs. The lunatic had been babbling nonsense like that for the entire fight. Probably to make himself more marketable on the news. The red vixen stood back to her feet, branches and leaves clinging to her in a rather undignified sight. A red aura surrounded Vivian. In a blink, she had flown behind the cat. “Shut up,” the crimson vixen growled, before sending a fist straight into the back of his head.

*THWUMP*

The next moment, there was a cat shaped crater next to the felled tree.

Vivian floated down to the indent, suppressing the raw satisfaction at seeing the unconscious form of her foe. With the battle done, the vulpine extended an open palm to the sky and shot a luminescent beam of crimson light into the air, her signal for the police to move in and clean up. Sirens soon sounded nearby. As the officers closed in on the site, the press followed close behind them. Before the mass of cameras came, Vivian lifted herself back up into the air and bolted off into the sky.

Vivian sighed to herself as she streaked by skyscrapers. Getting home was so much more of a hassle with Mimi gone. The vixen eventually reached the city limits and landed down at the base of one of the nearby hills. Taking a brief look around, Vivian confirmed that no one was nearby. In one swift motion, she plunged a claw into the ground. Feeling the cold touch of metal across her palm, Vivian gripped and pulled, revealing a chain buried in the earth. As the chain was yanked back it pulled open a trap door, caked in dirt.  Beneath the door was a motorbike and a bag.

Vivian grabbed the bag, flew the motorbike out into the open, and reset the trap door.  She opened the bag and fetched her civilian clothes: a pair of ripped jeans, a leather jacket, a biker helmet, and a t-shirt. She quickly stripped and redressed, hiding her costume inside the bag. As the vixen changed, the red aura around her faded and her crimson fur shifted into a more mundane, bright orange. Once her change was complete, Vivian mounted her bike and throttled back home.

It was already sundown by the time Vivian got back to her little house in the suburbs. As she entered her home, she frowned. Atop the living room table was a small blue box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. The ribbon had a tag that read “For Mimi.” The fox sighed. She was hoping the house would have been a little less empty by now.
Shrugging to herself, Vivian threw her things into her room before stripping naked and heading for the shower.

***

Mimi blinked a few times. Nothing changed. Everything was still pitch black. She ruffled her nose and took a sniff, surprised by the absence of dust or stuffy air. Was she having another one of those dreams? The blue vixen shook her head. No, this was real. It was her room. With practiced precision, Mimi moved a paw a few spots to her left and flicked her fingers up. A light flicked on above her. Squinting hard at the sudden brightness, the fox scanned her surroundings.

It was as a quaint little box. The walls were blue like her fur and mottled with tiny paintings of stars. The room was lightly decorated with drawer, a bed, a desk, and some blackout curtains. Atop the desk were piles of books, many of them “how to” books on various topics. Atop the drawers was an old analog clock, which to Mimi’s surprise was still ticking. Ruffling her nose, she took another sniff at the air. It was fresh. Everything was exactly how she’d left it, but there wasn’t a single trace of dust.
A warm smile crossed Mimi’s lips. She put her bags onto her bed and opened the door to the living room.

The first thing Mimi saw was a naked vixen walking across the living room with her fur still dripping with shower water. The nude vulpine turned her head to the sudden draft and her eyes immediately widened.

“ACK!” Mimi yipped and slammed the door.
“Goddamnit Mimi! Text me when you’re about to port in or something!” the blue vixen heard her sister yell through the door.
Mimi clasped her paws together and held her back to the door. She waited in stillness and silence, until a knock sounded. She gingerly nudged the door open.

The sight that met her was more presentable than before, albeit haphazardly so. Vivian had thrown on a pair of shorts and a tanktop onto her still damp fur. Her paws were on her hips as she stared at her little sister with a curl on her lip. “Welcome back,” she said dryly.
Mimi tried to ignore how the wet spots on Vivian’s clothes showed a clear lack of underwear and instead gave her big a toothy grin, twitching her blue ears a bit.
After a moment of silent staring, Vivian rolled her eyes and pulled the blue vixen to a big hug. “Welcome home,” she said with warmth in her voice this time.
Mimi fidgeted at the touch of water, but otherwise returned the hug. “Hi Vivi…” she said, giving a pat on the back.
Vivian pulled away and put her paws on Mimi’s shoulders. “There’s some bourbon above the fridge. Mind getting a few glasses while I get changed into some actual clothes? We can catch up over some drinks.”

***

The two settled down around the living room table. Each sister was sitting across the other on a plush couch. On the table was the still gift-wrapped box, a pair of filled whisky glasses with ice, and a bottle of bourbon.

“So, how you been?” Mimi asked, picking up her glass and taking a sip.
Vivian shrugged and mirrored her sister’s sip. “Bad guys still scared, everyone else still likes me.” The orange vulpine nudged the gift-wrapped box to the other end of the table. “This is for you,” she said.

Mimi’s ears piqued. Without dropping her glass, she placed a paw on the wrapping. In an instant, the box was enveloped by a flash of blue light and the wrapping paper vanished along with it. With a flick of her wrist, Mimi flipped open the box top and craned her head over. Inside was a little plush the size of one’s palm. It was a cartoonish effigy of a crimson vixen in a gold and white costume. The figure stared up at Mimi with its black, beady eyes and sewed on grin.  The blue vixen blinked and took the item into her paw with a bemused stare.

“Something to glare at when you’re away,” Vivian said, taking a large swig of her glass.
Mimi looked back at the plush and placed it on the table so that it was staring at the bottle of bourbon. A small pit formed in the blue vixen’s stomach. Her sister had always hated the merchandising companies did around her. “You really been okay, Vivi?” Mimi asked.
Vivian frowned and shrugged. The orange vixen reached for the bottle and tipped her glass back up to full.
Mimi looked down at her drink and swished it in circles. The ice made small rattling noises against the glass.
Vivian took another deep swig. “You should come home more. It’s not exactly a long journey for you.”
Mimi still hadn’t looked up and just shifted in her seat.

Vivian set her glass down at the table and clasped her paws together. She sighed and looked at her sister’s bowed head. “My reputation, or rather Omega’s reputation too suffocating?”
Mimi’s shoulder’s shuffled. It looked like the mix between half of a shrug and half of a slump.
Vivian gripped her paws. “It is for me sometimes. Just didn’t really notice as much til you were gone,” she sighed.
Mimi craned her head up ever so slightly. “You missed me?”
Vivian turned her head away from Mimi’s gaze. “Did you think I didn’t?” she mumbled.
Mimi frowned and looked back down. She kept swishing her drink. By now the ice had melted leaving only the sloshing sound of whisky and water. “Didn’t want to be in your way while I was looking for mine,” she said to the glass.

Vivian felt her claws digging into the back of her paws. She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. The vixen put a paw over her face and breathed a heavy breath through her nose. “So, how’s that been? Haven’t seen Alpha in the news lately,” she grumbled.
“I quit,” Mimi said flatly. “Few months ago I became an analyst for some Meta agencies instead.” She brought her head up and managed a smile. “Not exciting, but I’m happy there and I’ve made a few good friends.”

Vivian stared at her sister through the spaces in her fingers, while Mimi stared back with that strained smile. This lasted for a few moments until Vivian let out another sigh. She moved from her couch and took a seat next to her little sister and put a paw on her shoulder. “I’m happy for you. I really am,” Vivian said with a small smile.

Mimi’s fixed smile faded. She put her drink on the table and looked at her big sis with cowed ears. Mimi’s expression twitched for just a moment before she buried her face into Vivian’s shoulder with a sniffle. “You were always so big,” she whimpered. “And I couldn’t be…”

Vivian cradled an arm around Mimi’s back and rested a chin on her shoulder. “You never had to be,” she whispered. Vivian gave her little sister’s back a gentle stroke. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when you were here…”

For some time the two sat, silently cuddling and trading the occasional sniffle. Mimi eventually pulled herself back and wiped the moistness from her amber eyes. A light smile was on her lips. “Well,” she sighed. “Family therapy over?”
Vivian nodded, also wiping her eyes. She patted Mimi on the shoulder. “Family therapy over.”

The two sat in an awkward silence for a few moments after that. Eventually, Mimi found her voice again. “So…” she chimed. “If you’re having trouble, maybe you should look for some help. Like a sidekick or apprentice?”

Vivian was silent for a moment, but then let out a chuckle. “I tried a bit after you left. Most of them just wanted to get in my pants or were trying to ride along on that number 1 slot. Plus, the ones that did have heart deserved better than to be caught up in all of Omega’s baggage and gossip.”
“hmm...” Mimi tapped her lip with a claw. “You want me to help?” she asked.
Vivian’s smile widened. “You mean like you used to? Cause I’d love to skip my morning drive.”
Mimi put a toothy grin and twitch her ears. “Yeah and uh…maybe patrol as a sort of a sidekick for the weekend too?”

Vivian’s smile dropped into a stare. She pursed her lip and opened her mouth thinking some protest would reach her voice, but none came. She tried again, but her little sister held up a paw with a smile.
“Really, it’s something I want to try,” Mimi said calmly. “I haven’t work with a big name Super and It’d probably be easier with you than someone I don’t know.”
Vivian’s confused stare stayed on her muzzle. “Are you thinking about getting back into Super work?” she asked.
Mimi grinned. “Only if I want to and only in a way that I would be happy with.”

Vivian drummed a paw on her lower muzzle. “I’ll have to think about tomorrow. Maybe we can do a night patrol, after my morning one” she answered.
Still grinning, Mimi nodded. “Speaking of which, we should probably get to sleep soon so I can send you off early for that.”
“After we finish the bourbon.”

***

She blinked a few times. Nothing changed. Everything was still pitch black. Her instincts told her to look around or take a sniff of the air. She did neither. So, there she stood, in the darkness, occasionally blinking at nothing.

“Come here,” said a voice.

Her legs shuffled forward towards the voice. The cold air brushing by reminded her that she was nude. She stopped after a few steps. Darkness was still the only thing that greeted her.

“Kneel,” the voice said.

Her knees fell to the ground with practiced precision.

“Look at me.”

The darkness formed into a single shape, a wolf. Her eyes drank in all his details, his black fur which matted up around his torso, his erect member, his sad grin. She knew this person, but that was not important. All that mattered now was who she knew him as.

“Are you ready, Alpha?” he asked, a tinge of weariness in his voice.

The name he used was an old name, meant for someone else. But for now, she was that someone again and she was his. “Yes, Master,” she answered.

Master took a step forward and made a beckoning motion with his paw.

She opened her mouth…and felt her snout bump against a wall.

“Huh, wha?” Mimi grumbled, groggily rising up from her mattress. Through heavy eyes, she squinted at the clock: ‘4:37’ it read.

With a grunt Mimi rubbed at her eyes. It was the same dream. It always started the same way. Yet, like every other time, the details flew away into the night like wisps of smoke. A heavy grumble rumbled through the vixen’s throat as she saw the clock ticking away a few more minutes of her precious sleep. If it was like her other dreaming nights, those minutes would be turning into hours soon enough.

Mimi’s eyes lazily tore themselves away from the infernal timekeeper and settled on her curtains. Stargazing had always helped her fall asleep. Trying to keep herself seated in the covers, Mimi leaned her arm forward and grasped the curtains. In a flash of blue light, the window covers vanished before reappearing in front of the door in another flash. Satisfied, Mimi threw her head back onto the pillow and gazed out her window.

The city lights had burned away most of the stars, though a few stubbornly hung in the sky. One such star sat right in the center of Mimi’s vision. Even against the city’s halo of lights, this one was strangely bright. Its emerald light faded and surged in an uneven beat. The idea of a pulse came to Mimi’s mind as she watched the green flame through half-lidded eyes. It was a soothing sight. With each ebb and flow, she felt her vision fading alongside the motions. With each pulse, the darkness at the edge of her vision would creep in a little more, centering around burning emerald ball, until even that disappeared.

She blinked a few times. Nothing changed. Everything was still pitch black. Her instincts told her to look around or take a sniff of the air. She did neither. So, there she stood, in the darkness, occasionally blinking at nothing.

“Come here,” said a voice.

Her legs shuffled forward towards the voice. The cold air brushing by reminded her that she was nude. She stopped after a few steps. Darkness was still the only thing that greeted her.

“Kneel,” the voice said.

Her knees fell to the ground with practiced precision.

“Look at me.”

The darkness formed into a single shape, a ball of emerald light. Her eyes drank in all its details. Its blazing aura, the breath like ebb and flow of its glow, the absolute presence it radiated. She knew not what this light was. But that was not important. All that mattered was that it was Master.

“Are you ready, Alpha?” said a voice.

She blinked. Master’s form faded and flickered into the shape of a wolf. He had black fur which matted up around his torso, an erect member, and a sad grin. It was the form of someone she knew…of Master? Something inside her rumbled.
[i]
To’uan sr nd Shi’x
[/i]
Emerald light enveloped the wolf, eclipsing him entirely.
[i]
Mimi ns unza
[/i]
Master’s burning form flared. She suddenly felt its heat searing straight through her fur, through her skin, and into her very being. Fire smoldered within her, bubbling out as a little trail of juices between her legs. She let out high pitched whine, her body locked facing towards the emerald inferno.
[i]
Mimi vr zo Shi’x
[/i]
Master’s fire pierced her deeper. Every fiber in her lit up in an inferno of pleasure. She shook. She screamed. She spasmed as the heat overflowed, gushing white hot fluids from her nether lips. Yet it did not stop as Master ignited her sensations over, and over, and over…
[i]
Shi’x xala
[/i]
***

Mimi awoke in the morning surprisingly well rested, but confused. Her pajamas had been soaked like some teenage girl’s first wet dream. Shuffling in her bed to feel warm, stickiness between her thighs was both a shock and an embarrassment for the vixen. Mimi was fortunate enough to have awoken before Vivian, allowing her to hideaway her soiled pajamas in her bag and teleport into the shower for a quick morning wash.

As she bathed, the flustered fox kept puzzling over last night. She had a dream last night. The same one that she had been having for the past few months, right? Mimi frowned, water dripping off her blue muzzle. Even if she couldn’t remember it clearly, she never woke up from that dream soaked in her own juices. There had to be something different about it.
A knock sounded on the bathroom door, earning a stifled yip from Mimi.

“Mimi, that you?” came Vivian’s muffled voice.
“Y-yeah!” she stammered.
“You okay…?”
Mimi’s heart skipped a beat. Had Vivi snooped into her room? “Had a hard time sleeping,” she answered as calmly as she could muster.
There was a silent pause before Vivian spoke up again. “Okay, when you’re done can you do me a favor and port me to the usual spot? Apparently, the city’s had a bit of a commotion last night so I need to go a bit earlier.”

Mimi breathed a sigh of relief. She’d have plenty of time to clean her mess while her sister was at work. “Sure, give me a minute.” She rushed through the rest of her shower, making sure to take extra care to rinse out the fur between her legs. Hastily dressing in a tanktop and shorts, Mimi exited the bathroom with water still dripping from her hairs.

Waiting for her outside was her sister, already dressed in a gold white leotard and crimson stained fur. Vivian, or Omega as her persona now was, had a frown at first but opened up into a smile as she saw Mimi. “So, before you send me off, did you bring your costume?”
Mimi’s eyes widened. “Are we gonna do the thing?” she asked.
Vivian nodded. “Tonight, if you’re up for it. You can port me back from the usual spot in the afternoon and we can figure it out then, if you have your costume anyway.”
Mimi nodded back with a smile. “I do!” she chimed
The crimson crimefighter rolled her eyes. “Alright kiddo, don’t get too excited. I need to go to work first.”
Mimi nodded back. “Right.” Extending her arm, the blue vixen gingerly gripped the superheroine’s shoulder. “Be safe, sis.”
Vivian passed her little sister a thumbs-up before she vanished in a flash of azure light.

***

While her sister was away, Mimi took extra care to rinse out her soiled pajamas and threw them into the washing machine. Her messiness concealed, the blue vixen sat down in her room and did her own digging on the disturbances Vivian had mentioned. Apparently, a string of memory loss had plagued the city last night. In some cases, people were in one place before finding themselves somewhere else several hours later. Others remembered it being night one moment and then morning the next. Leafing through dozens upon dozens of comments victims left online, Mimi felt a chill run down her spine as she noticed a trend. A number of the victims admitted, with shockingly little modesty, waking up soaked in their own juices, with no memory as to how.

As she scanned on through the collection of stories, a second trend emerged. The sky. Every single one of the victims mentioned something about the sky. The references tended to be vague and scattered. Some talked about a force or pull to the sky, others mentioned a being or presence. Some worded their stories with cryptic descriptions such as “dead light” or “the baleful.” Yet despite all the references the sky, no instruments recorded anything odd about it last night.

Mimi’s fur pricked up on its end. Had she looked up at the sky last night too? She closed her eyes and put a paw over her forehead. Recalling last night was like swimming through molasses. Foggy images wisped through the vixen’s brain like smoke. A sad looking wolf. A breeze. Something up above. Heat. The ideas whisked by with no order or meaning to any of them. Even so, she knew she was missing something. Mimi opened her eyes with a sigh. Her gaze passed by one of the stars painted on her walls.
[i]
To’uan sr nd Shi’x
[/i]
An emerald flare lit up in her mind. Her eyes glazed over.
[i]
Mimi ns unza
[/i]
Staring straight ahead at nothing in particular, Mimi slowly undid the straps of her tanktop. They rolled down her sleeves, revealing the erect nipples on her blue-furred breasts. The emerald light in her mind radiated with approval. She moaned lightly, bathing in the pleasant wetness the warm glow brought.
[i]
Mimi vr zo Shi’x
[/i]
A finger slid down into Mimi’s shorts and teased at her wet lips. With every stroke the green fire in her mind burned brighter and hotter. In that wonderful flame, she saw a flood of other images. They were peoples of all shapes, sizes, walks of life, and eras. All of them had clouded eyes and vacant expressions. Some pleasured themselves like Mimi and other pleasured each other. In that torrent of visions, Mimi saw one of a crimson vixen kneeling, her glassy eyes peering up towards a pair of blue pussy lips.
[i]
Shi’x xala
[/i]
Mimi groaned in ecstasy, burning the sight into reality.

***

It was afternoon by the time Vivian had finished her business. With a quick message to her sister, the crimson vixen found herself warped back into their living room, still clad in her gold and white costume. “Hey,” Vivian waved to Mimi, who was sitting on a living room coach.

“Welcome back, Sis.” Mimi had the Omega plush in her paws and moved its stubby, stuffed paws into a wave.
Vivian pursed her lip and scratched behind her head. Those things always creeped her out. “Important question. Did you happen to look up at the sky last night?”
Mimi’s smile dropped. She shook her head. “No, but I’ve read what’s been going on. Memory loss, unexplained lapses in time, and…” The blue vixen paused, put up a toothy grin, and settled the plush doppelganger onto the table. “Messiness,” she finished.
Vivian nodded. “Stories like that were pretty much my morning. If you wanted to do our thing tonight, that’s probably what we’d be working on.” Vivian shrugged. “Sorry if you were looking for something more routine.”
Mimi waved a paw. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll be a new thing to learn from so I’m game.”
The costume clad vixen grinned. “Well, you’re help will make this a lot easier.” She rounded the living room table and took a seat next to Mimi. “With you around we won’t have to risk exposing ourselves to the sky. There aren’t any cases of Meta’s being affected, but you never know.”
“So what’s the plan?” Mimi asked, leaning forward.

Vivian produced a phone from one of her well-hidden costume pockets and slid it on the table, making a point to tumble her plush effigy over. After a few taps on the screen, a sketched-out map and address appeared on the display. “This is a police security center I have access to.” Vivian slid a crimson finger across the screen to reveal photos of a circular room with various camera feeds. “At nightfall you’re gonna be teleporting us there. We can monitor city cams for anything weird. If there any more victims, you can port them to us so we can examine them without risking ourselves to the sky.” Vivian flipped the phone over and sunk into the coach. “That’s all we need to know for now. We’ll get to dealing with victims once we actually have them in front of us.”
Mimi nodded along with the plan. “So, what are we going to do til nightfall?”
Vivian put her feet atop the table and sighed. The crimson color of her fur faded back into a natural orange. “Well I haven’t had an afternoon nap in nearly a year thanks to my stupid morning drive. So, I think I’m gonna do that. Feel free to do whatever, except drink. Just make sure you’re ready and in costume before we go.”

***

Night came quickly enough. In fact, it came quicker than Vivian would have liked, as she found herself groggily putting on her costume in the fading twilight sunlight. With a big yawn, she opened her door to find her sister already dressed in her purple and black leotard. Vivian grumbled. “You could have woken me up.”

Mimi drooped her ears, squinted her eyes, and grinned. “Sorry Vivi. Seemed like you were really enjoying your nap.”
Vivian answered with a grunt. Letting out another yawn, her orange fur flared up into Omega’s signature crimson. “You know how to get there?” She asked Mimi.
Mimi practically bounced at the question. “Yep! Ready when you are!”

Vivian shook her head. Mimi was really too giddy about this. The crimson fox put her back to her sister and took a final moment to get a long stretch in. Then, without even turning around she signaled Mimi with a thumbs up. Vivian blinked as she felt a paw being placed atop her skull before being enveloped in a flash of blue light.

The first thing that caught Vivian’s attention was the draft of open, cold air across her muzzle. The second thing was a tiny pull on her skull which brought her eyes ever so slightly upward. The last thing was the emerald star that hung the sky.

The star pulsed and Vivian felt a haze creeping over her head.

At that moment, every instinct from every psychic defense training Vivian had ever took fired. With a spark of will, the crimson vixen spun around and tore her gaze from the baleful figure. Instead, her eyes ended up on a pair of bare, blue-furred breasts. Vivian blinked. Standing there slack-jawed and glassy eyed, was none other than her little sister Mimi. Her costume was nowhere to be found. Even stranger, a distinct wetness was clinging to her crotch. Vivian gawked as Mimi stood there, arms hanging limply at her side, mouth open to a drool, her clouded eyes craned up to the sky.
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The shock of the sight reminded Vivian that something was wrong. She had been trying to stop something. What was it? Vivian’s thoughts ambled, shaken and confused.
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Then, they fell, subdued and broken. Her eyes dulled and she brought her head back up to the sky. The emerald star continued to burn above. A sigh escaped Vivian’s lips as a heated wetness dampened the crotch of her costume. A tingle ran down the crimson vixen’s spine as she felt someone’s paws on her shoulders. The unseen paws undid the straps of her costume allowing the front to fall. Vivian’s exposed nipples hardened against the chilly night air.
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The paws on her shoulder pushed Vivian down and she dropped to her knees, still lost in the tingly pleasure that radiated from the emerald light. A pair of blue legs and a dripping pussy stepped in front of Vivian’s vision. She groaned as the scent of musk invaded her nostrils, stoking the warm wetness inside her even further. Vaguely, the crimson crimefighter knew there was something familiar about the dripping snatch above her. The realization brought a loud moan to Vivian’s lips as her nerves sparked in ecstasy. Her jaw went slack and her tongue snaked upward.
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