Another short and spontaneous story. I seem to be getting better at completing these in a reasonable time frame. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Probably not.

Not much else to say. Enjoy.


Raisa belongs to  Gil

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Siberia is the land where the soul shudders and freezes – where the senses grow dull and brittle, colder by the hour, closer to death with every breath alone in the wilderness, the merciless world of white. Subarctic winds howl across the bleak twilight sky carving pale windswept hills untouched by life, molding a landscape of hoary rolling hills and towering ivory glazed forests into shifting mounds of white tipped spears that pierce the misty air. But a blizzard darkens the land and winter’s bite cuts through frostbitten flesh down to the bones of the few living creatures within this eternally frozen realm. The resourceful few – the few inured to the pain – survive; the rest die, entombed in ice, their weakness on display as a grim warning to the rest before the snow settles and buries the corpses: No one is safe from the cold, safe from this frigid hell. But the nature of the universe dictates that cold is relative. Far worse stalks the tundra; a being whose heart has long since iced over, hardened thick with malice, determined to endure the wasteland and its daunting trials. The snow, the ice and the wind could not dull or numb its senses or its hatred, both grown sharper in the cold, honed to a fierce resolve that could melt the land with the ice burning in its veins. Perhaps that is why the desperate cling to the beast, enraptured by the naked strength of its bitter heart – they are assured it will keep them safe for a time, that it will kill and feed on others before its hunger comes to bear upon them.

In the distance beyond the rugged slopes and the broken shores of the north lay the icy sea. It was there under the veil of night and whiteout conditions that a domed ebon shape emerged from beneath the waves, cracking the once pristine sheet of ice upon its metal back as it surfaced and loomed above the churning waters. Its arrival did not go unnoticed; near was the solid crunch of boot against snow, then black shapes darker than midnight – soldiers, marching as one, moving with purpose toward the coast and the structure that suddenly appeared. And it was there they waited, watching, white breath misting through the air like ghosts against a backdrop of black fatigues billowing in the wind. Faceless eyes – faces hidden by gear shielding their extremities from the cold – stared ahead, two blue tinted holes where the eyes should have been looked on, turning red as a long walkway rose from the water, a small portion of the dome opening on the other side afterward as if on command. Then they marched again, single file down the narrow path, red lights above bathing their suits in grisly, bloody glow as they disappeared one by one into the structure before the shape finally lurched and sunk into the frigid abyss.

One soldier led the rest ever deeper into the mechanical bowels of the beast. He put a hand to his snow caked shoulder and brushed the white off of his black gear, bits of hanging silver metal appearing under the powder that the others lacked, indicating a loftier status over the rest of his cohorts that were clad in night. They soon passed others wearing similar outfits who saluted the solder in front as he and his squad moved briskly through the cramped and winding corridors toward their destination. The path widened and came to an end at a large staging area overlooked by armed guards and two grandiose doors at the other end that towered over the scene, each elaborately decorated with gold and silver feline motifs, an intimidating sight that stood in stark contrast to the cold steel interior of the underwater fortress they had passed through before this point. But they weren’t here to admire the view. The solder in front did an about face and the rest now lined up in rows and came to an immediate halt. All was silent as he removed the front of his mask, a quiet click as it came undone from the rest of his helmet that fell to his side in one arm, revealing the rugged visage of a snow leopard. The feline appraised his soldiers with his one good eye, a pale blue orb glaring fiercely at each of his men. The other was long gone – scar-riddled flesh was all that was left in its place, covered by an eyepatch, the rest of his wound running though his thick white fur down to his strong cheek. His other hand ran through his thick fur before coming to a rest clenched behind his back. Not a sound could be heard, a pin dropping would be an affront to his keen ears. The leopard grit his teeth, square jaw clenched, ready to issue his next command.

“My comrades,” he bellowed in a thick Russian accent. “We have done well this day. Preparations are nearly complete for the next phase of our glorious plan. The realignment of the Motherland shall soon be upon us, and she will see that we are the way of the future!”

His soldiers saluted him. “Sir!”

The snow leopard paused, then smirked. “Our time is upon us and our cause is just! Her people will see us as the true visionaries, the true liberators that will lead the way to a new age! Then the world will know the wrath of a focused and unified entity. Their leaders will see reason, or…”

One of the guards quickly appeared from his left and whispered into his ear, then the look of irate disgust on his face changed. His chiseled features went blank, twisting to a flash of momentary worry that faded from his furrowed brow and back to the image of imposing authority. The snow leopard clenched his jaw again and lowered his voice, the fervor in his tone now muted. “Return to your stations immediately for debriefing, then resume regularly scheduled duties. Operations will commence at 0400.”

They saluted him again then dispersed, heading to their assigned areas within the vessel. He stood there and watched them leave, waiting until the sounds of footsteps vanished, until all he could hear was the beating of his heart over the drone of machinery and the troubling news he mulled in his head. Now alone he breathed deep, nostrils flared with apprehension as he turned to face the gilded doorway. A sense of unease began to fester in his chest, a nameless gnawing dread that he tried to push away. But this fear had a name, this terror had a face and features that seeped into his mind’s eye, becoming more than just a frightening outline, one he couldn’t help but bring himself to try and fill before the sudden, jarring opening of the grand portal snapped him out of his daze, a rude return to reality he welcomed as the deep sea washed over the snow leopard in the form of another long walkway, the waters of the empty ocean surrounding him.

His steps echoed in the undersea tunnel, the reverberations ringing in his ears as he kept his eye focused on the two doors at the other end, both just as lavish as the ones behind him. Halfway through the corridor a sensation pushed through him, a sudden chill that stung the disfigured lump where his eye used to be, colder than any Russian winter he ever faced. The feline put a hand to his head and pressed on, wincing through the pain, a tinge of ice blue shining briefly in his good eye. But pressure set in, tension that the thick acrylic glass holding back the depths couldn’t hope to stop. His nerves were getting to him, fraying with every step that put him closer to the threshold. But he had his orders, he couldn’t turn back, not that he ever had a choice to begin with. It was his duty for the cause – the cause he killed for, bled for and sent others to die for. This was no different, but it troubled him all the same. The doors hissed open, and the snow leopard trembled, whether out of fear or the cold that cut through his gear he didn’t wish to know, for the darkness ahead welcomed him to his leader’s domain. He didn’t want to lose his nerve. Not now. With his first wary step, his eye began to wander, peering into the void that enveloped him, searching for anything to distract him from what lay ahead. He stopped, and for a moment all he could hear was a terrified heart hammering away for dear life.

The officer knelt down, his head bent low, mask in one hand, the other touching the icy floor. Hot pain shot through his gloved fingers, nipping at the fur and flesh of his shivering digits. He swallowed hard, quivering as he began to speak. “Supreme Commander,” he said, forcing himself to maintain composure. “You have need of me?”

Glimmering light appeared on the other side of the room in the form of a glowing, disembodied blue eye that stared back at him, burning the shadows as a second eye opened next to it. From the darkness, a husky female voice answered him. “I have need of you?” The deep growl of her words caused him to wince. “I wasn’t aware I needed anyone.”

He bent lower, his confidence shaken by his leader’s luminous, otherworldly gaze. “F-Forgive me, Commander Raisa. I have forgotten my place.”

The ruffle of clothing could be heard in the snow leopard’s ears as Raisa rose from her seat. The lights came on, dim at first, just enough for the officer to see sweat pooling on the floor beneath him. He bit his tongue and felt the warm trickle of blood in his mouth, a brief distraction from the sound of footsteps that slowly approached him, each heavy footfall rumbling in his body as paw fell against metal, louder and louder in his ears, thump, thump, thump, thump. Dead silence. His eye wandered to the huge white toes that came into view and the four gray hooks clawing at the floor just inches from his fingers. Yet he dared not look up to see the rest of the body that they were attached to.

“My good captain, how could you have forgotten such a simple concept?”

Fear took hold of him when he saw her paws move to the left. He shut his eyes and shivered. The snow leopard wanted to get up and run, far from her and the room he was in, the consequences be damned – a coward’s death was preferable to what lay in store for the poor fool that questioned her.

“Your role is simple, Sergei: You serve me, I guide you. The rest fall in line to further my cause.” Her footsteps circled behind him.

Then a pause. “Or was it your cause?”

Sergei flinched. Raisa’s mouth widened, lips drawing back to reveal a toothy grin. “A rousing speech, captain. Righteous zeal is an admirable trait that I like to have in my officers. It’s a quality I find lacking in the rank and file.”

Her subordinate began to crack. The stern, steely eyed captain from before was reduced to a sniveling coward whose body trembled in the shadow of his superior, unable to face the ominous silence that took hold of the room, the sheer horror choking the life out of his pounding heart. He clenched his left hand tight. Sharp pain, then drawn blood – another diversion for his senses as he awaited her judgement. But her paws resumed their circular trek without another word. He exhaled and opened his eye, breathing ragged breaths out of shaky lips.

“There are truths to this world that are absolute,” she said to him, the tips of her large white paws entering his sight again as she returned to her starting position. “Truths the unwashed masses must come to realize.”

She bent down slightly and Sergei froze at the touch of her fingers grazing his cheek, warm to the touch compared to the chill running through the rest of him. Her digits traced along the side of his face, following the scars on his rugged white features before moving to the tip of his jaw. Her clawed finger forced his head upward. He saw the tops of her ankles above her heavy paws, the glint of a spiked leg collar on the right leg, then the black spots dotting her strong calves and thighs that ended just above the knee, the rest blocked by the hem of a jet black skirt. His head brushed against something soft and stopped – he wouldn’t risk looking up to find out what it was, knowing that she would be glaring back at him. The snow leopard tensed and let her fingers guide him, leaving his fate to her mercurial whims.

“Everyone needs a leader, Sergei,” she whispered to him, keeping her voice low in his ears. “One who is strong, worthy of the power they claim to have or seek to wield over others. Is that not what I taught you?”

“D-Da, Commander Raisa,” he stammered, keeping his eye away from her probing glare. “I remember these words well.”

Raisa touched a claw to his eyepatch. “Do you?”

She didn’t wait for his answer. Her finger dug into his eyepatch and hooked on, forcing his head even higher, feeling for the slightest hint of resistance in her shocked and whimpering captain. Dangling from the strap of his eyepatch, his hands and feet left the floor, paws scraping the ground beneath him as he was held in her powerful grip. The higher he went, the lower his eye wandered and more of her features came into view under the dim lighting. The same black skirt, bits of icy blue coloring on the front end of her legwear, then higher still, but the rest was obscured in tears. He didn’t want to go any further, not to the rest of her, not into her eyes.

She suddenly released him from her hand and Sergei hit the floor with a painful thud, clutching his patched up eye. Raisa chuckled coldly as she watched him try and stand back up, only to wobble and fall back down to his knees.

“The act of submission is a powerful gesture, my dear captain. A bent knee, a bowed head, unquestioned obedience – all signs to the strong that you are meek, yielding and weak. You know your role and are more than willing to perform their every command.” Raisa turned around and stepped away from the fallen leopard. “Heed mine, Sergei: look upon me and know your superior.”

Reluctant to raise his good eye to Raisa, he did as he was told. He saw the tall white jaguar facing away from him, her long, fluffy tail low to the ground, swaying pensively from side to side, her paws firmly in place at military rest, the rest of her imposing form obscured by the long black coat that hung from her broad shoulders, save for the rounded ears and the blue earrings that weren’t covered by the black peaked cap on her head. He knew what the rest of her looked like, but he couldn’t bring himself to think about it – the cold was seeping in again, raw pain numbing his hurt and bloody hand.

“Obedience is an attribute I crave in my soldiers, Sergei,” she began, thrusting a furry arm to the side as she turned to face the snow leopard in dramatic fashion. Sergei looked up and went wide-eyed, fixated on the Supreme Commander’s enormous wobbling chest, each great melon bigger around than his own head; the silver laces of her deep cut top stretched and pulled over her tight outfit and the exposed portions of her huge, gray furred bulges with her every breath, the top of her marvelous rack glowing eerily under the radiance of her blue eyes – eyes that narrowed, forcing his neck to snap upward and meet her glare.

“Those who obey me without question are the ones I seek: efficient, capable men and women – perfect in every way, save for myself, of course. But such good people are very hard to find.” The jaguar took a step forward, her heaving mounds bouncing with her walk, wobbling within the confines of her tight laced top, curvy undersides obscuring her face from his frightened eye. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The captain fought the urge to stare at the jaguar’s voluptuous chest. Such a base act would have been merely frowned upon in the civilian world – leering at the Supreme Commander’s rack, as bountiful and magnificent as it was, bordered on treason. But he couldn’t face her withering gaze directly, not those cold eyes of hers, icy orbs that seemed to freeze his very soul.

“Y-Yes, Commander Raisa,” was all he could manage, licking his lips as he fumbled for the proper words. “I couldn’t agree more!”

Her arm disappeared behind her back, folded under the other arm; her breasts thrust out proudly, the sound of groaning leather brought an unwelcome blush to his cheeks as it filled his ears. Were they always that big? he couldn’t help but wonder at that inappropriate moment. Then she leaned down in front of him again, the sight of her deep, bulging cleavage crowding his view. “I am inclined to agree, Sergei,” she replied, only to hold her breath in for a moment, forcing her bloated chest to swell even further. “But skilled obedience is what I need most. What of you, dear captain? What are you worth to me?”

Sergei panicked. He swallowed hard and opened his mouth, only to choke on words that wouldn’t come out. His lips were quivering, mind racing to find something – anything – that would appease his leader. “I… I am your captain, Supreme Commander! One of the best that have ever had the honor of serving you. You have held me close to your bosom, I-I mean your che… your confidence! Have I not served you faithfully, without question for all these years? Have I not carried out your orders to the letter?”

His good eye began to waver under the gaze of his commander and he felt his sight sink lower, past her chest and back to the floor and the puddle of sweat beneath him, now grown slightly larger. He braced himself, shivering as fear took hold of him. Her soldiers faced her wrath when they failed to perform to her lofty standards, many of which he had himself sent to their doom, never to be seen again. None of his peers or his superiors have ever witnessed her disciplinary skills – she wasn’t one for public displays of brutality, a privilege reserved for her enemies – whether they were blessed or cursed with such ignorance he hoped they would never have to learn. They didn’t need to know what went on behind these closed doors, within the dark chambers he knelt in, cowering at her feet, begging for mercy that she would never grant. They wouldn’t want to hear the screams or see the blood.

“Of course.” Another sigh of relief from her captain.

Raisa smiled, her unsettling eyes motionless in their frosty stare. “You have served me well. Even with the recent… shakeup in the ranks, you’ve managed to retain your position due to your unwavering loyalty to me. Your devotion is commendable. For that, you have my gratitude.”

Sergei bowed his head and exhaled, a faint smile coming to his mouth. “S-Spacibo, Commander! You have no idea what th…”

Blue static arced in the air around him. His fur stood on end, and the rest of his sentence fell from his lips. He looked to his leader, terrified, her cold eyes glowing all the brighter as the air around him chilled. The jaguar approached, a wraith hidden in the mist of his panicked, labored breaths, her attire billowing with the same energies that began swirling around the pair. Sparks zapped the floor barely missing his fingers, singeing the white fur of his hands as he leapt up with a yelp and backed away from her, gripping the side of his head; an all too familiar pain burned his scarred flesh, a stinging sensation burrowing into his skull like a drill.

“But I have had more than my fill of your incompetence, Sergei,” she growled, raising her voice over the crackle of energy, her words sounding more like a fearsome roar in the air. “You stayed within my good graces because I allowed it. But this time, you’ve been found wanting.” A wicked and toothy grin formed on her lips; sharp white fangs bared wide as she watched the leopard crawl away from her on his back. “I need to make room for more qualified candidates.”

Raisa’s other arm finally appeared from behind her coat – a cold metallic limb in place of flesh and blood – pulsing with the same blue energies flying through the air, her own eyes resonating with its awesome power, her face twisting into a lopsided grin. “Worry not, dear captain. You shall serve one final purpose, one even you can’t screw up.”

Sergei backed away toward the doors, throwing a trembling hand up as if it could stop her. “N-No, please, spare me, Raisa! Give me another chance!”

The white jaguar shook her head and took another step closer to the terrified officer. “The world I envision has no room for second chances – or third chances, as is your pathetic case. Only the strong will survive and I shall reign supreme as the undisputed ruler!”

She reached out with her cybernetic limb, energies surging around her steely fingertips and the doomed captain as she rose over his huddled body. Her own eyes bulged in their sockets, black slit pupils shrinking in the growing light, the insane gaze of a maniacal dictator. “Take heart, Sergei: In my world, nothing shall go to waste.”

The smell of burnt fur, screams and laughter filled her chambers. Sergei writhed on the floor, convulsing in agonizing pain as her power discharged through him, searing his insides with wildly arcing power emanating from her artificial arm. Raisa gripped the lolling head of the snow leopard in her hand and raised him high off the ground, grinning gleefully into his singed, agonized face. She loved that look – the shivering white breath in the air, the escape of the soul; the sheer dread and hopelessness in his watering eye, the sight of a man meeting death. She longed to dispense such pain to her enemies and the ill-disciplined among her ranks. She had such high hopes for this one in particular, but such is the way of life. Punishment could only do so much to change one’s behavior, especially if they never truly learned their lessons. But he wouldn’t do her any good dead. Not yet.

Raisa stared him in the eye, watching that orb roll backwards into his head, the white of his eye turning a hue of light blue similar to her own. “How does it feel to know that your end will be by my hand?”

Her grin grew wide, her fangs a shade of blue in the light of her energy. His quivering mouth jerked open wordlessly, steam and spittle pouring out the sides, no doubt attempting one final, pitiful plea. She wasn’t looking for an answer, she just wanted to see him fail.

Then she had a particularly wicked thought.

“Since you have served me well for so long, I thought it fitting to grant you one last earthly comfort of my own choosing.” The power in her metal arm dissipated as it lowered slightly, enough to shove Sergei’s face between the silky laces of her top and into the softness of her bulging breasts. “Savor the moment, if you still can. It’s the one and only feel you’ll ever get.”

The jaguar chuckled at his feeble attempt at pulling his own head from out of her chest. She felt his twitching hands clutching the sides of her enormous rack, tugging at her top, his pained, muffled moans failing to escape from the depths of her cleavage. Her tail swayed from side to side, glowing eyes filled with amusement at her soon-to-be-former captain’s ironic predicament. She’s seen the way he always leered at her body – her breasts especially, for obvious enough reasons – whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. Men, she thought, scoffing. If I could control them with just these, there’d be no need for bloodshed. She quickly dismissed the thought, grinning. What was she thinking? She already has control of them, even some of the women. Besides, what was the fun in playing dictator if she couldn’t cause senseless destruction or bring terror to the hearts of the masses in her conquest for global domination?

She turned her attention back to Sergei. “You got what you wanted all along, didn’t you?” No response from the officer, save for a faint twitch. She cupped her breasts into her hands and kneaded her doughy chest against his head. “Now that you have what you sought, I shall take what I need from you.”

Her arm lit the room once more, energies flowing through the pair but in reverse, back into her. In an instant she could feel her own power washing over her again, pouring into her body and through her veins, her entire being tingling with the power of her helpless victim. She shoved his sinking snout deeper into her cleavage as her bust grew heavier, filling up and pushing outward through the alphabet, putting more and more strain on his head like a tight, jiggling vice. Raisa’s eyes widened with delight as she felt her frame push against her clothing, nudging the seams of her tightening outfit and the fraying silver laces that tried to contain the rapid increase in mass. The rest of her body quickly caught up and thickened, gorging on his fading bulk as the rest of her bloated and swelled to catch up with her chest. Her thick thighs and plump rump puffed up, sticking out from beneath her increasingly small and constrained skirt, growing in girth, limbs shuddering under the building weight. The floor beneath her creaked, metal straining with the building load. Torn fabric, leather and frayed silver laces came apart at the seams, unable to hold back the swelling of the jaguar’s enormous breasts that struggled to free themselves from her vest, now barely able to keep her tenting nipples concealed. Her skirt slid up, faring no better in its struggle to hide the sway of her ample hips and ass or the ripple of muscle and fat in her spacious thighs. She wondered how this one could contribute to her strength, how much of himself he could surrender to her and make her all the more powerful. Though much to her disappointment his struggling had nearly ceased, his frail frame already withering to nothing before her eyes while hers strengthened and grew and added upon itself in turn. Pity, she was just beginning to enjoy herself. She’ll just have to take as much from him as she can.

"Just a little more and you will die the happiest man in the world!"

Raisa shoved the captain’s head deeper, smothering his snout in her tits as his twitching lessened with the lack of air. The jiggling of her sensuous curves slowed with his diminished flailing, her fingers took up the slack groping her expanding mounds, the swelling slowing down as he neared the end. It didn’t take much longer for Sergei to go limp, a stifled whimper – his last words perhaps, whatever they may have been – was all she heard before her arm and crackling air died down. The snow leopard’s energies depleted, the glow of her eyes softened slightly, burning with the added strength flowing through her bolstered form. Taking hold of his back with a hand, the jaguar pulled Sergei from her chest with ease and held him aloft, examining the shrunken, skeletal frame that hung loosely within his uniform. Its uniform. He was no longer there. What she held was just the cooked, shriveled up husk that was once called Sergei. She could tell with a casual glance that most of the muscle and fat beneath his blackened fur had been sucked dry, leaving what little was left stuck firmly to the bone like stubborn wiry meat. No matter. She’ll make the proper adjustments. Nothing must go to waste.

“Be thankful you were still of use to me in the end,” Raisa said before tossing Sergei’s body aside, turning away as it hit the wall and slumped over on the floor like a broken ragdoll.

The jaguar hefted her bloated breasts into her arms. She cradled and pushed her overgrown rack closer to her body, forcing the pliable flesh of her chest to spill over her limbs, a weight that even she struggled to hold up under the pull of gravity. Fingers caressed her mounds, running through her soft gray fur, unable to resist touching them; azure sparks flew from her like static in response, bits of energy still seeking what little spare room her bulging body had left. Her immense form shook with every lumbering step she took back to her throne. Flared hips and juicy thighs wobbled enticingly, thick, wobbly pillars of fur and flesh rubbing up against one another with the wide sway of her fluffy tail and her luscious, voluptuous buttocks. Her broad flanks fought to fit within her small seat, the feline grunting as she forced her way in, the thick metal creaking and warping loudly in her ears, herself chuckling with amusement as the sides and bottom gave in and bent under her the weight of her monstrous girth. She would have to commission a larger one, she thought with a smile on her lips. Her finger touched a button on the arm of her chair; a final glance to the captain’s lifeless shell, then the lights went out, and Raisa’s chambers returned to blackness, her toothy grin glinting like daggers hidden the dark under the glow of her cold blue eyes, the only light she ever needed.

“Send for the next officer on my list. I would like to have a word with her.”