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Jasiri woke up. Dazed she looked around the small, bare quarters and felt something was out of place...
Her gaze fell on the clock.
Oh, peas! She was almost late! If she didn’t bring the king his breakfast, his whole day would start off on the wrong foot! An important man like King Leopold shouldn’t stress about the little things!
Luckily, Jasiri was already dressed for the day in her maid outfit. And she was running too far behind to question that!
She rushed to the kitchens and tutted to herself. Didn’t people have better things to do than move everything around? Almost nothing was where it should be!
Between that and running behind, Jasiri had no time for idle chitchat. Not even to ask why people kept looking at her and whispering amongst themselves!
Finally, with a tray of the king’s favorite breakfast and tea made just the way he liked, Jasiri headed to the royal quarters.
To her shock, a mischievous marauder was standing on a box and trying to pick the lock to the royal quarters.
Jasiri quietly put down the tray and yanked the malefactor away from the door.
“Hey!” objected the tiny pest.
“For shame,” the maid chided. “To intrude unwelcome into the king’s privacy is tantamount to treason!”
But as she held up the tiny interloper, Jasiri gasped. The menace was a lioness too and shared Jasiri’s fur and hair color. Even their faces looked similar. Why they could be...
“Goodness! Are you my unknown but long lost little sister?”
Jasiri always wanted a little sister to guide and care for and this girl definitely needed guidance.
“Little sister?” scoffed little Jasiri. Sure, there were some similarities but this dim bulb maid was way too big to be related to her. “I’ll show you how little I am if you don’t put me down! And if you try seducing my sweet-assed king, I’ll tie your curls behind your skanky head!”
Not a sister... Jasiri did put down the other lioness... because she needed to clasp her hands over her mouth to stifle another gasp.
“Ow,” complained the little Jasiri.
“Are you perhaps the love child of myself and the king but I’ve forgotten because of a curse which put me into a deep sleep until now and that’s why nothing in the kitchen is where it should be??”
"Lady, you’re certifiable,” little Jasiri said. She didn’t know how this maid slipped her notice. She was usually so good about vetting the staff and scaring off maids that harbored delusional aspirations on the king’s scepter. “Now get out of my way. I want to be in there before the king-"
The door opened and the fully dressed king strolled out.
“Before the king is what?” King Leopold asked.
“Your highness!” Maid Jasiri bowed.
Little Jasiri turned to the maid. “You have earned my unending dislike. Prepare for your life to become troublesome. There's going to be so much sand in your underwear. So much.”
King Leopold examined maid Jasiri. “This is odd. I know all my staff and I don’t recognize you.”
“Aww, kingy!” Little Jasiri threw her arms around his legs and hugged him. Of course, she also goosed those royal buns. “I knew you wouldn’t just hire a tall doppelganger of me!”
King Leopold pried little Jasiri off.
“But... my lord, I don’t understand,” maid Jasiri said. Tears fetchingly shimmered at the corner of her eyes. “I have served you loyally for many years. How could you not recognize me?”
“Beat it, long cat!” Little Jasiri crowed. “He don’t need ya!”
King Leopold noticed the breakfast tray and took a sip from the tea. “My goodness. I don’t recognize you but you say you know me. And I must believe you on that score for this tea is prepared perfectly. Very few can prepare my repast exactly to my liking.”
“Aw dammit, she’s seduced him with her tea teas...” little Jasiri muttered.
--
Later, after a delicious breakfast, King Leopold assembled the Jasiris and summoned his court witch, his sister Leona.
Leona entered the throne room with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "I see you've found another Jasiri. Was one not enough for you?"
"Another one found me," the king explained.
"What a lucky monarch to have so many admirers," Leona teased. From a pouch on her belt she took a pinch of dust and scattered it over the Jasiris. The maid one sneezed. Then the witchy mouse waved a crystal around the two lionesses.
"Remember when we discussed multiverse theory?" Leona asked her brother.
"You discussed it," he corrected. "It was all a bit above my head and not relevant to my duties."
"Well, you should have paid attention. Because now its relevant. The maid one seems to be a Jasiri from another universe. I'm not yet sure how she got here..."
"Oh goodness!" the maid said. "I... confess. I took an extra tart for dessert last night even though I knew I shouldn't. Could that be the cause?"
"Probably not," Leona said.
"It definitely has nothing to do with me dropping the Gol'Den Skull into the scrying pool," little Jasiri said, sitting on the armrest of the throne and petting the king's muscular arm. "We shouldn't even bother worrying about it."
Leona smiled at yet another Jasiri antic. "Either way, it's going to be a while before I can send Jasiri back. The maid Jasiri, I mean."
King Leopold picked up little Jasiri and set her down on the ground.
"Could we send the other King Leopold this pest and keep the maid?" asked Leopold wryly. "She seems more tolerable."
"Aw, you don't mean that!" said little Jasiri in a faux hurt voice. While at the same time trying to climb inside his shirt.
--
In a universe where a mouse ruled Dunia and a lioness served in his castle... another castle floated high above the land, invisible to any who would look.
"We haven't been able to retrieve our sister Jasiri, my empress," said a bunny Jasiri, bowing at her empress' feet.
The Dark Empress Jasiri turned to her naked variant and looked down at her. "Really? I had thought there was a particularly meek and pathetic example of Jasiri here. A servile one who desperately needed to learn power and discipline under my firm hand. Is that not what you told me when we arrived in this universe?"
Ooooh, I'm gonna be disciplined for this, bunny Jasiri predicted, biting her lip to keep from grinning. "Mistress, that was so. But nobody in the king's castle knows where she is now. And we can't detect her anywhere on the world."
"So she... what? Disappeared into thin air?" Dark Empress Jasiri asked, eyes glowing.
"By all appearances, empress! Should we extend our stay, mistress? Maybe she'll reappear out of thick air?"
Dark Empress Jasiri contemplated the question for half a second. She had already found and bound the elemental lords of this world. Maybe that pathetic maid version of herself would reappear or maybe she'd died in the small window of time she hadn't been monitored and waiting would be fruitless.
Jasiri could topple a Leopold's kingdom if she extended her stay. That always offered a small satisfaction, to see that traitor brought low where he belonged. But that was a frivolous indulgence, not a necessity. And not something she felt enough of a desire for now to slow her march through infinity.
"We leave as scheduled," Dark Empress Jasiri ordered. Then she addressed her weaker variant's incompetence. "Being unable to liberate one of our sisters due to the caprice of order or happenstance is regrettable but understandable. Not knowing what even happened to her because your vigil was insufficient... that is vexing, Jasiri. You will report to my quarters after we leave this world so I can help you reflect on your failure."
On another world of another King Leopold, maid Jasiri had no way to know how narrowly she'd missed meeting another Jasiri a lot less personable than mini Jasiri was.
And on this world, on this Dunia ruled by King Leopold... the mouse had no idea what he'd narrowly avoided as an invisible castle disappeared.
---
Crazycow keeps drawing fun alternate Jasiri hijinxes for me so I keep writing up little stories about it. Maid Jasiri, Mini Jasiri... and just for fun Dark Empress Jasiri thrown into the story to barely miss the maid.
Hopefully the excess of Jasiris and Leopolds isn't confusing. Maybe everyone should wear name tags. I mean, Mini Jasiri does have a name tag but for reasons of her own it reads Buttler.
---
Queen Jasiri and also these funny derivatives owned by me
Art by
crazycowproductions
Her gaze fell on the clock.
Oh, peas! She was almost late! If she didn’t bring the king his breakfast, his whole day would start off on the wrong foot! An important man like King Leopold shouldn’t stress about the little things!
Luckily, Jasiri was already dressed for the day in her maid outfit. And she was running too far behind to question that!
She rushed to the kitchens and tutted to herself. Didn’t people have better things to do than move everything around? Almost nothing was where it should be!
Between that and running behind, Jasiri had no time for idle chitchat. Not even to ask why people kept looking at her and whispering amongst themselves!
Finally, with a tray of the king’s favorite breakfast and tea made just the way he liked, Jasiri headed to the royal quarters.
To her shock, a mischievous marauder was standing on a box and trying to pick the lock to the royal quarters.
Jasiri quietly put down the tray and yanked the malefactor away from the door.
“Hey!” objected the tiny pest.
“For shame,” the maid chided. “To intrude unwelcome into the king’s privacy is tantamount to treason!”
But as she held up the tiny interloper, Jasiri gasped. The menace was a lioness too and shared Jasiri’s fur and hair color. Even their faces looked similar. Why they could be...
“Goodness! Are you my unknown but long lost little sister?”
Jasiri always wanted a little sister to guide and care for and this girl definitely needed guidance.
“Little sister?” scoffed little Jasiri. Sure, there were some similarities but this dim bulb maid was way too big to be related to her. “I’ll show you how little I am if you don’t put me down! And if you try seducing my sweet-assed king, I’ll tie your curls behind your skanky head!”
Not a sister... Jasiri did put down the other lioness... because she needed to clasp her hands over her mouth to stifle another gasp.
“Ow,” complained the little Jasiri.
“Are you perhaps the love child of myself and the king but I’ve forgotten because of a curse which put me into a deep sleep until now and that’s why nothing in the kitchen is where it should be??”
"Lady, you’re certifiable,” little Jasiri said. She didn’t know how this maid slipped her notice. She was usually so good about vetting the staff and scaring off maids that harbored delusional aspirations on the king’s scepter. “Now get out of my way. I want to be in there before the king-"
The door opened and the fully dressed king strolled out.
“Before the king is what?” King Leopold asked.
“Your highness!” Maid Jasiri bowed.
Little Jasiri turned to the maid. “You have earned my unending dislike. Prepare for your life to become troublesome. There's going to be so much sand in your underwear. So much.”
King Leopold examined maid Jasiri. “This is odd. I know all my staff and I don’t recognize you.”
“Aww, kingy!” Little Jasiri threw her arms around his legs and hugged him. Of course, she also goosed those royal buns. “I knew you wouldn’t just hire a tall doppelganger of me!”
King Leopold pried little Jasiri off.
“But... my lord, I don’t understand,” maid Jasiri said. Tears fetchingly shimmered at the corner of her eyes. “I have served you loyally for many years. How could you not recognize me?”
“Beat it, long cat!” Little Jasiri crowed. “He don’t need ya!”
King Leopold noticed the breakfast tray and took a sip from the tea. “My goodness. I don’t recognize you but you say you know me. And I must believe you on that score for this tea is prepared perfectly. Very few can prepare my repast exactly to my liking.”
“Aw dammit, she’s seduced him with her tea teas...” little Jasiri muttered.
--
Later, after a delicious breakfast, King Leopold assembled the Jasiris and summoned his court witch, his sister Leona.
Leona entered the throne room with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "I see you've found another Jasiri. Was one not enough for you?"
"Another one found me," the king explained.
"What a lucky monarch to have so many admirers," Leona teased. From a pouch on her belt she took a pinch of dust and scattered it over the Jasiris. The maid one sneezed. Then the witchy mouse waved a crystal around the two lionesses.
"Remember when we discussed multiverse theory?" Leona asked her brother.
"You discussed it," he corrected. "It was all a bit above my head and not relevant to my duties."
"Well, you should have paid attention. Because now its relevant. The maid one seems to be a Jasiri from another universe. I'm not yet sure how she got here..."
"Oh goodness!" the maid said. "I... confess. I took an extra tart for dessert last night even though I knew I shouldn't. Could that be the cause?"
"Probably not," Leona said.
"It definitely has nothing to do with me dropping the Gol'Den Skull into the scrying pool," little Jasiri said, sitting on the armrest of the throne and petting the king's muscular arm. "We shouldn't even bother worrying about it."
Leona smiled at yet another Jasiri antic. "Either way, it's going to be a while before I can send Jasiri back. The maid Jasiri, I mean."
King Leopold picked up little Jasiri and set her down on the ground.
"Could we send the other King Leopold this pest and keep the maid?" asked Leopold wryly. "She seems more tolerable."
"Aw, you don't mean that!" said little Jasiri in a faux hurt voice. While at the same time trying to climb inside his shirt.
--
In a universe where a mouse ruled Dunia and a lioness served in his castle... another castle floated high above the land, invisible to any who would look.
"We haven't been able to retrieve our sister Jasiri, my empress," said a bunny Jasiri, bowing at her empress' feet.
The Dark Empress Jasiri turned to her naked variant and looked down at her. "Really? I had thought there was a particularly meek and pathetic example of Jasiri here. A servile one who desperately needed to learn power and discipline under my firm hand. Is that not what you told me when we arrived in this universe?"
Ooooh, I'm gonna be disciplined for this, bunny Jasiri predicted, biting her lip to keep from grinning. "Mistress, that was so. But nobody in the king's castle knows where she is now. And we can't detect her anywhere on the world."
"So she... what? Disappeared into thin air?" Dark Empress Jasiri asked, eyes glowing.
"By all appearances, empress! Should we extend our stay, mistress? Maybe she'll reappear out of thick air?"
Dark Empress Jasiri contemplated the question for half a second. She had already found and bound the elemental lords of this world. Maybe that pathetic maid version of herself would reappear or maybe she'd died in the small window of time she hadn't been monitored and waiting would be fruitless.
Jasiri could topple a Leopold's kingdom if she extended her stay. That always offered a small satisfaction, to see that traitor brought low where he belonged. But that was a frivolous indulgence, not a necessity. And not something she felt enough of a desire for now to slow her march through infinity.
"We leave as scheduled," Dark Empress Jasiri ordered. Then she addressed her weaker variant's incompetence. "Being unable to liberate one of our sisters due to the caprice of order or happenstance is regrettable but understandable. Not knowing what even happened to her because your vigil was insufficient... that is vexing, Jasiri. You will report to my quarters after we leave this world so I can help you reflect on your failure."
On another world of another King Leopold, maid Jasiri had no way to know how narrowly she'd missed meeting another Jasiri a lot less personable than mini Jasiri was.
And on this world, on this Dunia ruled by King Leopold... the mouse had no idea what he'd narrowly avoided as an invisible castle disappeared.
---
Crazycow keeps drawing fun alternate Jasiri hijinxes for me so I keep writing up little stories about it. Maid Jasiri, Mini Jasiri... and just for fun Dark Empress Jasiri thrown into the story to barely miss the maid.
Hopefully the excess of Jasiris and Leopolds isn't confusing. Maybe everyone should wear name tags. I mean, Mini Jasiri does have a name tag but for reasons of her own it reads Buttler.
---
Queen Jasiri and also these funny derivatives owned by me
Art by
crazycowproductions
Category All / All
Species Lion
Size 867 x 1280px
File Size 169.9 kB
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