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Ankha flicked back her silky black hair with a twitch of her head, staring down her nose at the line of animals in front of her. Three of them, kneeling at the foot of the dais leading up to her throne, eyes downcast and paws folded respectfully in their laps. Ankha sniffed in amusement, a small smile pulling the corner of her delicate mouth up to reveal a sharp, ivory fang. This was right and proper, this was the way of things. No one's eyeline should be above their Goddess's.

Ankha waved her beautiful golden paw at Lucky, who had been diligently fanning her from behind her gilded chair. He immediately stepped away and placed his bandaged paws behind his back, his one visible eye averted in deference. Ankha rose from her relaxed position, stretching her arms upwards to relieve any stiffness that had gathered in the royal joints. Her white gown draped elegantly over her heavenly body, her breasts pushing outwards as she arched her back. She was delighted to hear a slight intake of breath from her watching court. This was also right and proper, her subjects should obviously fear her, but it should be a reverent fear, as much in awe of her beauty as her omnipotent power.

She drifted down the steps of the dais, the white strips of her gown trailing and flowing behind her.

Ankha stopped at the third step, and regarded her new subjects.

The first was an orange wolf, her tufted ears graced with accents of yellow. She was wearing a dirty blue smock, her orange paws resting on her knees.

Smirking, she cast her gaze towards the next kneeling subjugant. A pink Koala. There was a muscular hint to her shoulders, which were currently sloped downwards in submission. Ankha's smile grew wider. She studied the koala, noticing her blushing cheeks and white-tipped paws. Wonderful.

Finally, she turned to her last new arrival, a curl of annoyance already twisting in her stomach.

She was an elephant, smooth brown skin and gently flushed cheeks. Her bottom curved outwards, her stomach resting on her thighs. Her breasts were seriously testing the material that Anka's slaves had dressed her in, in preparation of meeting her new queen. There was a hint of defiance in the way she held herself.

Anka wrinkled her beautiful nose. Ugh. I'll crush you yet. Show-off.

With a swish of her dress, she turned and stalked up the stairs to the golden throne. She faced her court and, opening her arms magnanimously, addressed the room at large.

“My wonderful, obedient subjects…" All the animals in the room turned to look up at her, some standing against the smooth white-stone walls, while others rested on rich velvet cushions spread across the marble floor. Those resting on cushions were Ankha's favourites, her very favourite being Marshal. He snapped to attention the moment Ankha spoke, large eyes turned up towards her in rapt attention, tail sticking out straight as he hung on her every word.

“My loyal, loyal slaves," Ankha continued, basking, “today, I welcome a few more devotees to my courts. In my great charity, I have decided to bring them in from the cold, to be born again as disciples. There is no greater honour than to serve your Goddess!"

“Thank you, Goddess!" The room chorused, echos bouncing off the walls. Music to her ears. Ankha inclined her head, smiling.

“Now, your Goddess's feet are tired." She gestured at the three kneeling animals in front of her. “You three made me walk all that way. It is only right you make up for it."

She dropped back into her throne, leaning sideways with her fist propping up her chin. She stretched her feet out towards them. Lucky was by her side in a flash, placing a small velvet footstool beneath her heels.

The new arrivals glanced at one another, unsure. Sighing, Ankha snapped her fingers at the guards standing to attention on either side of the room.

They rushed over, golden armour clinking and faceless helmets looming. The guards prodded the three until they staggered to their feet and stumbled up the steps. Ankha could see Marshal out of the corner of her eye. He was practically vibrating with the desire to kiss his Goddess's feet.

Poor little squirrel. I'll have to give him a treat later.

The three girls arrived in front of her, and one by one dropped to their knees. The elephant was the last to do so.

After a brief pause, the koala was the first to move. She bent her head down and pressed a chaste kiss to Ankha's left foot-pad. The wolf leaned in next, resting her paw gently on Ankha's ankle. She sighed.

“Come on, you can do better than that." She pushed her foot-paw into the koala's face, until she gently gripped her ankle and timidly began to lathe her toes with her tongue, pressing kisses to the bottom in between each lick. The orange wolf followed her lead, rubbing small circles into Ankha's calf as her tongue dipped delicately between each toe.

Ankha leaned back in satisfaction. She waved her paw lazily at the elephant, who was sitting off to the side. She still hadn't made a move towards her Goddess's feet, and this simply would not do.

“You. What is your name?"

“...Ellie," The girl whispered, her tone defiant.

“Well, Ellie, you may kiss your Goddess's feet at her leisure." Ankha pulled her foot from the Koala's grasp and pointed it towards Ellie. Ellie gripped her smock, breasts bulging, and turned away.

“No."

All sound stopped, all other slaves looked fearfully towards the dais as the temperature of the room plummeted. Ankha's lazy smile had frozen on her face.

“What?" She asked, her voice quiet but icy, laced with danger.

“I said n--" She never finished her sentence. In one single fluid motion, Ankha rose from her chair and gripped the front of the girl's smock, lifting her in the air.

Ellie scrabbled at Ankha's wrist as she realised her feet were getting farther and farther away from the floor.

Ankha growled. This was mildly cute at first, but I'm over it now!

Ankha easily accessed the power flowing within her, and doubled, tripled, quadrupled her size. When she felt she was big enough to make a point, she could hold Ellie in one fist, and the tops of her pointed ears brushed the high ceiling. Her bottom swelled and she made sure her dress grew with her, (it would not do for a Goddess to be dressed in tatters). Even so, her breasts bulged outwards, spilling over the top of her bodice.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Her voice boomed outwards, shaking the walls. Ellie stared up at her, slack jawed in terror. The other two girls had run in fear, cowering near the walls. Ankha laughed. Of course the girl could have no response in the face of her awesome power. There were cries of elation from the rest of the court, some falling to the ground to press their foreheads to the floor in bows of reverence, and some rushing forwards to kiss and worship her giant golden feet. A wickedly brilliant idea came to her, and pinching the elephant girl's smock between her two claws, she ripped it roughly from her body.

She dangled the naked Ellie above the courtroom, laughing. One by one, her subjects joined in, pointing and laughing at the girl's exposed body.

Ellie's blush deepend as she tried to cover herself. Ankha laughed again, and, laying her flat on her giant palm, prised her legs apart.

...Is she aroused? Well, well, well…

Deep in the folds of her ample thighs there glistened a definite wetness. Pleasure coiled up in Ankha's own gargantuan stomach, as she spread the girl's legs further apart. Ellie's blush reached her ears.

Keeping the girl's legs spread, Ankha slid her huge tongue out and up the girl's body, tasting her. Ellie shuddered, and was that a moan?

Ankha did it again, this time digging the pointed tip of her cat tongue into the warmth between her legs.

“Ah~!" Ellie cried out and arched her back, “P-please…!"

Ankha licked her over and over, ramping up the pleasure. Catch more flies with honey, after all…

She swirled her tongue over both of the girl's entrances, making her shudder and shake. Far below, the rest of the court were jeering and whooping, egging their Goddess on as she pleasured the new elephant. Ellie cried out as her Goddess's tongue fluttered over her dripping hole, writhing and clinging to Ankha's giant fingers as she finally came. Her juices soaked her thighs as she ground her hips against Ankha's thumb, riding out the aftershocks.

Ankha grinned a mischievous, toothy grin as she leaned back, enjoying the half-lidded eyes and blissed out expression of her panting captive.

“Now," She said, “What did you say to me?"

“N-nothing, Goddess…" Ellie gasped, “Th… thank you, Goddess…"

Ankha purred. All was right in the world.

Well, almost.

Taking care of the subjects still gathered around her feet, Ankha settled back onto the dais, still gigantic, and leaned back against her throne. Hiking her skirt up she spread her legs, parting her titanic thighs to reveal her soaking center. The watching court swooned. Ellie was still hanging limp in her fist.

Ankha ran the fingers of her other hand up and down her folds, feeling her own wetness. Using her fingers she parted her dripping lips and slowly circled her clit with her thumb. She heard one or two of the servants sob as they climaxed merely from the beautiful sight of their Goddess touching herself. Her mouth fell open in a gasp, and she let her head roll back. Ellie was wriggling.

“G… Goddess…? “ The girl called weakly, “Goddess, how can I serve…?"

Ankha chuckled.

Give them a simple treat and they're so eager to serve…

She brought Ellie up to her mouth again and licked her up and down with her raspy tongue.

“Good girl. Serve your Goddess! Use your body, and pleasure Her as She deserves!"

Ankha plunged Ellie towards her soaking core. She rubbed the girl's face in circles over her clit, reveling in the feeling of the elephant's eager trunk dragging over her. Ellie was almost engulfed by her Goddess, her entire body was barely longer than Ankha's slit. Ankha bucked her hips up as she pressed her closer and further into the folds of her sex, eyes closed in pleasure.

Her other supplicants cheered and danced, caught up in the reverie of their Goddess's pleasure. They fell amongst themselves, kissing and grinding, wanting to join in the ecstasy.

Ankha planted her other giant hand on the floor behind her for leverage, sending her servants scattering to avoid being crushed. She rolled her hips into the air, pressing Ellie down harder, and finally inside. Barely giving her any time to breathe, Anka worked the girl in and out of her. Spikes of pleasure tingled up and down her spine, and she could feel herself getting closer.

“Ahn… ah… ah… haah… you have served your- mmh… Goddess very well…"

She didn't give Ellie a chance to reply, gripping her tightly in her giant fist she thrust her entire body deep inside her core, surging her hips up at the same time. She came with a yowl, slumping backwards and resting her elbow on the top of her throne. Ankha frantically rubbed her paw in quick, delicious circles over her vulva, riding the waves of her orgasm.

She finally relaxed her hold on Ellie, letting the girl gently tumble to the floor. Through her post-orgasmic haze, she blearily noticed the girl was still breathing.

Ah… Good… Round two then… Later…

Ankha relaxed her hold on her Power, and let herself shrink back down. Though, not all the way. She let herself hover around six feet, enough to still tower over Ellie and inspire awe in her subjects if she so wished. (Though, Ankha thought, I do inspire awe no matter what size I am…)Her dress stretched tight over her plump and curvy body, breasts bouncing as she walked. She tripped delicately over to her throne before sinking down onto the cushions.

Lucky was by her side in an instant, fanning a gentle breeze over her heated skin.

Ankha surveyed her court, her glance skating over Ellie. She was picking herself up slowly, still soaked in Ankha's juices. Her eyes rested on Marshal, who was on his hands and knees and staring right at her. His entire body was vibrating.

Ankha passed a hand over her face, amused. This entire spectacle must have been torture for him, poor little squirrel. He always got so jealous…

Ankha relaxed back into her chair, decision made. She waved a hand at Marshal, beckoning him over. He sprang up and zipped over to her, dodging past her other supplicants. Their Goddess's pleasure had completely filled them, and they had all ripped away their robes to press their naked bodies together. She could hear their climaxes building, throats raw with moans. She found Canberra. The koala girl was bouncing up and down on the cock of Spike, a male rhino. Canberra looked up and Ankha locked eyes with her. Ankha smiled and winked, and Canberra's eyes rolled back as she came, shuddering and shaking as she curled over Spike's chest.

“Woah!" he shouted, surprised, as Canberra writhed on top of him, squirting over his member.

Marshal finally scurried up the dais steps and stopped on a dime in front of her, still shaking with anticipation.

“Little squirrel... “ Ankha said, lazily, “So eager to please."

“Yes Goddess!"

“You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you my pet?"

“Yes Goddess!!"

Ankha hummed, and cast around, thinking about what to do for her favourite little squirrel. She beckoned him forwards, then pointed to the ground. Marshal immediately dropped to his hands and knees.

“No," She laughed, “All the way down. On your back."

He dropped to the floor and rolled over, staring up at her with big, eager eyes. Ankha rose, still feeling a tremor in her thighs from her previous orgasm. She stepped over to Marshal and positioned her feet on either side of his head, her skirt falling over him like a shroud. She crouched, and lowered herself until her core was pressed against Marshal's face. Ankha settled in, resting her knees on the floor. She clicked her fingers at him, and he instantly opened his mouth and started to lick and suck at her folds. Ankha sighed and rolled her head back, placing her paws on her knees. She rocked her ample hips on Marshal's face, swaying hypnotically back and forth. She could feel his tongue dancing around her folds, circling her clit before dipping inside.

What a good boy…

A particularly firm jab right inside made her gasp, and she grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Rolling her nipples between her hands she pressed down onto Marshal. He slipped inside and stroked against her walls, making her gasp again. She looked down and saw his hands were balled into little fists by his side, so great was his concentration. Ankha squeezed her tits together again, and bounced up and down a little on his face.

“Ahn… Little boy, are you okay down there?"

There was a muffled response, the vibrations from his voice tickling her.

“Mm…" Ankha chuckled, “It's just… ah, you seem to have a little… problem here…"

Ankha leant down and ran a claw up the bulge in his pants. Marshal shuddered, his fists clenching. She smiled, and gently grasped his clothed member with her paw. Even the lightest touch made Marshal buck his hips up, but his tongue never faltered. Ankha rolled her hips over and over, relishing the feeling of his flat tongue on her sensitive area. She clenched her thighs around the sides of his head, and took his cock more firmly in her paw. His hands twitched, and his tongue dipped inside her with a new enthusiasm.

I guess he deserves a treat…

With a twitch of a claw Ankha sliced open his robes, freeing him. His hard cock curved up towards his stomach. Ankha sat back upright, and wiggled her hips, pressing more firmly into his face.

“Can you, mmm… Can you hear me, little squirrel?"

“Mmf!"

“You've been so good, my pet. Touch yourself."

Marshal shuddered and sobbed gratefully. His hands flew to his cock and began pumping, timing his strokes with the movement of his tongue. Ankha tossed her head back in ecstasy, clenching her golden thighs around his head. His tongue probed deeper and deeper each time, and each time he pressed directly against that little spot that made her leg muscles jump and her throat cry out.

“Hah… ah… ahn…! Mm, slow down, little boy, you can't- ah! -finish before your Goddess does…"

Sobbing, Marshal obediently slowed his paw down on his member, his hips shaking noticeably with the effort. Ankha ground her hips against his face, enjoying his agony.

“I meant slow your hand, you idiot. Keep your tongue moving!"

Marshal sped his mouth up again, lathing over her and thrusting in and out. Ankha bounced faster and faster, clutching her round, perky breasts and squeezing each nipple between two fingers. She was getting close again.

“Yes! Yes, yes, right there!" She sang, her own tongue lolling out of her mouth, her eyes rolling in ecstasy.

Her release hit her in waves, curling her toes before rolling up the rest of her body, setting her stomach on fire as it passed.

After her head cleared and she came back to earth, she noticed Marshal still desperately jacking himself off. He thought he could speed up after she had had her own release…

Presumptuous idiot.

She stood daintily and kicked his paw away from his cock. He slammed both paws down onto the floor, and stared up at her with big apologetic eyes. Wisely, he didn't speak.

Ankha sighed and stretched, her itch not quite scratched. While her hands were still above her head she glanced down at Marshal and winked. He whimpered, but he knew better than to cum.

“Silly little boy. Thought you could… take matters into your own hands? Such as it is."

“N-no Goddess!"

“No? That wasn't you trying to cum without asking for permission?"

Marshal bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes.

“I'm sorry Goddess! I'm so sorry Goddess! I should have asked permission to touch my little cock! I'm so sorry!"

Ankha giggled at his desperate begging. He was still lying stock still on the floor in front of her throne, his member hard as ever, bobbing against his stomach. It twitched as she laughed. Of course he got off on this. Submissive fool…

“I shall have to come up with an appropriate punishment, I think." She grinned toothily down at him, baring her shining ivory fangs. Marshal whimpered in fear, his cock twitching. Ankha tapped her chin, pretending to think. She let his imagination run wild, as her supplicants each reached their own climaxes all around her. The air was filled with screams of pleasure.

“Ah-ha!" She clapped her paws together, “I have it!"

Before Marshal could even gasp, she flicked a paw and a cockring appeared and tightened itself around his member. Marshal sat up and blinked tearily at it. Ankha giggled again, and said:

“Try and remove that without my say-so, and it will literally emasculate you." She waved cheerily at him before turning back to survey her court. The screams and moans had died down. She cast around for the three new girls, the ones who had set her mood off in the first place. Ellie had curled up by herself in a corner, and seemed to be napping.

I guess she deserves a rest, poor thing. Important lessons are not easily learned, after all.

Audie and Canberra had mingled, caught up in the hedonistic atmosphere given off by their Goddess's own pheromones. Ankha spotted them, naked, tangled together with one of her male gorillas. The gorilla was still sliding his cock slowly in and out of Audie, as she rested her head in Canberra's lap. From his lazy pace and the girls' half-lidded eyes, it was clear that this wasn't their first round.

Ankha was in a good mood. She clapped her paws together again, louder this time, commanding the attention of the entire room. They all turned towards her, faces shining with sweat.

“My servants…" She called “This afternoon has been fun, but now your Goddess grows hungry. Clean yourselves off, and bring me the freshest of fruit to dine on."

She caught Marshal's arm as he tried to shuffle past her.

“Not you. You stay here, until your punishment is complete."

Her court subjects slowly got to their feet, the majority of them with shaky knees. The gorilla finished inside of Audie, tossing his head back as his hips slammed home one last time, his seed spurting out of her.

They slowly and carefully began to wipe themselves off, splashing in the fountains and drying with the towels that appeared on tables by the wall. One by one they began to file out, heading to Ankha's vast fruit orchards that lay on the other side of the palace walls. Audie and Canberra woke Ellie and gently coaxed her out the front door, supporting her ample frame between them.

Finally, quiet. Among the few remaining were Lucky, who stood steadfast behind the throne, still gently fanning. Ankha was grateful for the gentle breeze ghosting over her heated golden fur. There were also a few attendants still standing to attention next to the pillars, in case their Goddess should need something before the rest returned with her dinner.

And Marshal, of course. He crouched next to her throne, still naked, still hard, tears still pricking the corners of his wide innocent eyes.

Ankha beckoned him over with a click of her claws, and he scampered to attention.

“Are you ready for the next part of your punishment, little squirrel?"

Marshal sniffed miserably. “Yes Goddess."

Ankha pointed at her throne.

“Sit."

“Goddess…?"

“Now."

Marshal stumbled forwards and dropped into her throne, still confused. Sitting in his Goddess's chair? How was this a punishment…?

He pressed his knees together and tried to cover himself, wincing at the friction against his over-sensitive, ringed cock.

Ankha clicked her claws again.

“No. Legs open. And move back a bit…"

Marshal did as she asked. Once he was appropriately positioned, his member pointing straight up in the middle of her throne, Ankha turned her back on him and lifted her skirt. She sat down slowly, backing up her heart shaped bottom, sliding him inside of her. She gasped, delighted at the stretch. The squirrel had two of her favourite traits: well endowed, and aching to wait on her hand and knee.

Marshal sucked air past his teeth in a low whistle.

“Ohh! Th… thank you Goddess!! Thank you so-"

“Shut up."

Ankha looked down at him over her shoulder, thanking herself again for deciding to remain at a larger size than normal. His face only came up to the small of her back, and her large bottom swelled out and kept him pinned to the throne. Marshal bit his lip, eyes rolling back in his head and she shifted, getting comfortable.

“This is your punishment, little boy. You are my chair, for as long as I please. I am going to sit on your cock for as long as I want, and you are not allowed to make a single noise. Any noise from you will just make this last longer."

Marshal nodded, breathing quick and shallow. She could see him clenching his fists, and, though she knew he'd never do it unless ordered, she could see that he wanted nothing more than to grab her hips and fuck her until he passed out.

Giggling to herself, she wiggled her hips again and felt him shake. Deciding she deserved it, Ankha planted her bare feet more firmly on the floor, and slid upwards until only the head of his cock was inside, before dropping back down.

Marshal stuffed his paws in his mouth in an effort not to scream. His cock was aching, what a delicious punishment his Goddess had devised. Ankha waved at Lucky, and he obediently brought her a golden goblet of wine resting on a silver platter. Ankha took it in hand and took a dainty sip, lazily raising and lowering herself in her seat. Marshal's cock slid slowly against her inner walls, and she could feel his cockring press against her lips whenever she bottomed out. She slid up and down until her thighs got tired, watching the sunset through the windows and sipping her wine. When moving up and down became more effort than it was worth, she settled for simply rolling her hips.

Ankha leaned back, smothering Marshal between her and the chair. The rest of her court was coming back, bearing baskets of fresh pears, peaches, and apples. Just for fun, Ankha bounced her hips a couple of times.

“Ohh~!" He gasped, pleasurably surprised, before clapping a paw over his mouth.

Ankha smiled at the long evening ahead of him, vowing to not let him up until the sun rose again.

What was that about important lessons?

Her servants lined up in front of her, bearing their baskets. Ankha beckoned at Audie and Canberra, each holding a basket of peaches. They rushed up the steps, obviously excited to be the first to feed their Goddess.

Ankha sat back in her makeshift throne, and as the golden rays of the setting sun warmed her brilliant yellow fur, she took a first bite of the peach reverently proffered by Audie.

The sweet flavour filled her mouth, and a sense of supreme contentment rose up in her belly.

A place for everything, and everything in its place.