Making a Cat Girl Queen
Part 1
One Year Earlier
"...and make sure you check for any tears in the intestine that could affect the durability," Katia Managan concluded, pointing out the lacerations in the chunk of intestine she had in her claws. "A makeshift rope, intestinal or otherwise, isn't much use if it's easy to snap in half." There was a muttering and a rustling of notebook paper as the members of her elite commando squad took down notes. Most of them thought that an impromptu lesson on making rope out of the innards of an enemy during the middle of an important mission was a bad idea, but when your commander was standing knee-deep in the mangled guts of a dozen Basil Carrier personnel, arguing seemed like a really bad idea.
"Right, so let's go find something else to mess around with!" the crimson-stained cat said with a toothy grin. "Maybe we can find another missile pod and chuck fireballs in it. Kaboom!"
And so they went onward, trying to find yet another thing they could blow up. After so many days stuck in the metal deathtrap, so long that they ran out of bullets to fire, it seemed like it went on forever, with more than enough cloning bays, missile pods, and strip clubs on every level. It was enough to make even battle hardened commandos start whining a bit.
"My feet are killing me," one of them complained to no one in particular. "And I feel naked without a gun. I know that we can use magic to keep fighting, but can't we just steal one of their guns and use a silencer?"
"Well as you know silencers don't actually silence the gunshot, in fact it only reduces the noise to the same volume level as a jackhammer, even for a smaller firearm, thus a silenced weapon is ineffective at silently killing, which is why most modern armies prefer to use the term suppressor," another commando rattled off.
"Of all the laws of reality that get broken in this game, THAT is the one that we have to adhere to?"
"Duffy, shut up before you get that Q character to zap us away for breaking the fourth wall again."
"Hey guys, shut up and check out this thing!" Katia interjected, poking her head into the next room. "I think it's some sort of rec room!"
And so it was. Unlike every other room which was filled with missiles, mooks, and the occasional pole dancer, Katia and her quirky miniboss squad had stumbled upon the personal rumpus room of Antonis Samara. Unlike the rest of the airship, which consisted largely of dreary metal surfaces and bland propaganda posters to break up the monotony, this room was pleasantly decorated with soft carpets, wooden siding, and skylights that lit up the glittering gold and diamond statue of Antonis in the center of the room, who stood with a USSR flag planted in the ground, which doubled as the world's most patriotic stripper pole. While most of the commandos were drawn to the expansive entertainment center or the mile-high wall of weapons on the opposite end of the room, Katia decided to poke around in what looked like a personal zoo for the Premier. Made up of hundreds upon hundreds of golden cages, all of the standard exotic animals were present, but there seemed to be a few humanoids and other creatures in the mix as well. Katia came across all sorts of strange and odd creatures, including a massive shark man chewing on an equally massive steak, a Japanese-looking android girl who zipped around her cage on rockets in her feet, a man in power armor carrying a bulky flamethrower paired with a black haired woman with a sniper rifle on her back, a young miserable-looking unicorn mare in a blue and yellow jumpsuit with a big clunky television thingy strapped to her leg, and a blonde haired girl in a blue armored dress, who gave Katia an intense feeling of jealousy. Most of these people didn't pay much attention to her, until...
"Who are you supposed to be, furball?" came a bored sounding voice on her left. Katia jumped and turned around to see an extremely large cage with an extremely large amount of dragons, of all shapes and sizes. Some looked like the ones back home in Tamriel, others looked more Oriental, and some, like the dark-scaled female dragon that called out to her, looked strangely humanoid, with wings scales and all the usual dressings but put on a human body instead of a dragon's.
"I'm K-Katia Managan, head of Special Forces for the Elsweyr Sultanate," she rattled off, unsure of why she was so nervous around this woman.
"My name is Kreszentia," the dragon woman said. "I'm the Queen of the dragons."
Katia wasn't exactly happy about this development. She may have gotten over her crippling fear of royalty to the point that it no longer crippled her, but she still could barely meet the Sultana without shaking. Thankfully the dragon queen's casual demeanor offset some of her royal-ness, so Katia could at least look at her without bursting into tears.
"You broke into this place without getting you or your men killed?" Queen Kreszentia went on. "You must be a main character. Do you lead a nation or something?"
"No," Katia said bluntly.
"Well you should," she said. "You are definitely leader material if you can walk around this place without a scratch. Unless that's your own blood you're caked in."
"It's not!" Katia mumbled, fruitlessly scrubbing at the stained stealth uniform with her paws. "And...royalty is kind of spooky. I don't want to be scared of myself."
"I see," Kreszentia said, clicking her tongue in dissapointment. "Can't say I'm too fond of royals myself after what happened in my last relationship. But you know you don't HAVE to be a royal, right? You can be a president for life or a dictator or something."
"I don't know, still feels kind of....regal," Katia said with a shudder.
"Look, I think we can help each other out," Kreszentia said, leaning in to the conversation. "If you let me out of my cage, I'll have my subjects help you take over this Sultanate of yours, help you get set up as the not-Queen of Somewhere Else or wherever you live, and we'll be on our way."
"I don't know, I kind of like the current leadership..."
"Yo, boss," one of the commandos shouted. "We turned to a news station on this big TV. Says here the Sultanate is raising the taxes on spiky fruit and stringed toys to pay for the war effort."
"WHAT?!?!" Katia shrieked, fire shooting out of her hands in anger and burning the nice carpeting. Fury burning in her eyes like a furnace, she turned back to Kreszentia, who seemed nonplussed by the announcement.
"I take it your answer is yes. Lovely," the dragon queen said plainly. "Now I think the keys are past the-"
"Keys are for chumps," Katia interrupted, pulling a hairpin from out of her ████████ and starting to fiddle with the lock. Within seconds it fell off with a clatter, and the door swung open."Alrighty, now that the lock is off you ca-"
Katia found herself cut off as a clawed hand grabbed her by the throat and hoisted her off the ground, leaving her struggling and gasping for air. Kreszentia gave a dark chuckle as she watched the poor catgirl struggle.
"You really are stupid, aren't you?" the dragon queen said haughtily. "But at the very least you are useful. And as thanks for releasing me and allowing me to conquer this puny world, I'll grant you a quick and painless death."
"Oooh, did you just call Katia Managan stupid?"said a man in the opposite cage dressed in a sparkly golden outfit with a large fancy hat and goofy looking Brazilian carnival mask. "The author of this story is going to be maaaaad."
"What do you mean, 'the author is going to be m-' "
"BOLLOCKS, THE COMMANDER IS IN TROUBLE, I'LL SAVE HER!"
"DUFFY NO DON'T USE THE PLASMA DISINTEGRATION CANNON THAT WE CONVENIENTLY JUST FOUND!"
It was too late. Kreszentia didn't even have time to contemplate the folly of insulting the author's
waifufavorite character as the plasma beam struck her in the back, disintegrating her the surrounding area with the sheer power of the plasma-induced explosion. As the smoke cleared, all that was left was a large pile of ash in a circular divot on the floor.
"Goddamn it Duffy!" everyone else shouted in unison. "First you nearly blow us up by smoking at a fuel depot, then you disintegrate the commander with a plasma beam?!? What is wrong with you?"
Duffy merely looked ashamed as the plasma rifle was ripped from his hands by an irate second in command. They were prepared to tear into the guy some more before they heard a moaning from the ash pile. They looked on in shock as their commander, coated in molecularly degenerated dragon, popped out of the sooty pile.
"Wow, that felt weird," she said lazily. "Anyone else get caught in that atomic brouhaha?" Her grin faltered a bit when she saw the shocked faces of her squad staring back at her.
"Uh, it's just ash guys, not like it's innards or anything like th-"
"WHY DO YOU HAVE WINGS?" the entire team shouted at her.
Katia blinked in surprise and attempted to rub some of the soot out of her eyes, temporarily oblivious to the fact that her claws were notably larger than they were supposed to be, having approached the size of talons. "Guys, if this is a prank it's not funny and I don't OH SWEET MERCIFUL TIBER SEPTIM WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CLAWS."
"I think your eyes changed color too," Duffy said bluntly, as Katia reached behind her to feel the big pair of dragon wings that inexplicably sprouted from her back. "Looks more purple then before."
"It must have been the plasma cannon," concluded another commando. "The commander does have the Atronach birthsign, which lets her absorb magic. Maybe when Duffy disintegrated the magical dragon it got absorbed into her in the same way, because she was caught in the same plasma field."
"Excuse me? Miss Managan?" one of the more posh dragons in the cage piped up. Katia turned to look at him abruptly, still freaking out over the weirdness of what happened. "I do hate to interrupt this wonderful exposition, but the rest of us just partook in a vote. Normally we would just roam free and do whatever we want at this point in time, but since you seem to have absorbed some bits of our queen we decided that you should be bestowed with the title of Queen of the Dragons."
"Oh, well thank you," Katia said gratefully, only for her face to light up with glee once again. "Hey, I got over my fear of royalty!"
"I guess she got some bits of the late dragon queen's personality as well," one of the commandos said.
"We have a fancy space rifle that can cure phobias with the plasma-diffused DNA of another creature, and yet we can't use silencers because they aren't 'feasable'."
"Shut the f*** up Duffy."
"Regardless of how it happened, we're yours to command, milady," the posh dragon said with a little bow. "What will you have us do first?"
"...and in other news," the since-abandoned big screen TV broadcasted to the room, "the Sultanate announced that in addition to the war, the tax levied on spiky fruits and stringed toys will be used to contribute to a big fancy trophy for noted philanthropist and alchemist Sigrid of Kvatch."
Katia gave a wicked little smile...
Part 2 coming soon!