(My dear Sanya, why must your memory come back everytime my mind wanders off?)
The crowd cheers, taking my head back to reality, a long dark tunnel ahead of me, a bright, blinding light at the end of it.
(How long has it been? How many thousand years?)
I take a step forward, then another, time is not important, there is no need to rush, my legs move on their own, my body working automatically, making its slow pace towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
(I wonder... Would you remember now? Those old days at home?)
The light increases, the sounds of the eager crowd turn louder and louder.
(Would you remember mother? Back when we were young, The way she would hold us in her arms, sing us to sleep so we wouldn’t hear her cry for our father gone...)
The light blinds my sight and slowly defines itself as thousands of neon lights, shining down upon an enourmous bowl of steel.
(Would you remember the days when we would play together as little girls? Running around in the grassy plains that marked the end of the desert.)
I hear my name called out in the speakers as the crowd goes nuts. Everyone is cheering for me.
(Would you remember the sight from our window, of the city of silver shining pale under the moonlight?)
The announcer yells another name, I can’t hear it, my ears are now deaf to that kind of information, it is useless to remember, and yet, I still rember you...
(You were too young to understand why I left back then, we had no father, and mother’s work cultivating the land, while profitable, was not enough. I never knew if mother told you that’s why I joined the militia.)
I look forward, my eyes focus and I see a black panther, her huge, perky breasts attempt to fakely hide beneath a white cloth dress, light and small enough to not hinder movement... or perhaps to show more. It won’t matter anyways.
(I knew you looked up at me, resenting me for abandoning you and mother, but still excited and proud that your sister was the leader of the army. You’d have to travel across the desert to reach the base, just outside the city, only to come visit me. But I was always glad you did.)
There comes another name, my ears, just like every time, pick no sound when it is pronounced. A pale white wolf comes onto the arena, wearing nothing but shorts that more than hiding anything, just help present the size of his bulge.
(Things were simple back then, until those horrible things invaded us. Their black metalic skin would cut and slash and slay thousands of our men. So many lives lost to a war that shouldn’t have ever happened.)
One more name, this time it’s a red fox, not as bulky and muscular as the wolf, but obviously very agile. More words from the announcer and the crowd goes insane, everyone has eyes on their prey, and they all have an eye on me.
(You had no idea how painful it was to use those weird tanks, it was like having your flesh peeled off all the time, but without any physical injury.)
Not like this. I evade to my left, one swift movement and the sharp claws of the fox slash nothing, cutting the air by my side. In front of me, the panther girl raises her arms to protect herself from the wolf’s claws which end up nailed onto her forearms, making her bleed pretty quickly, staining the wolf’s fingers in red.
(Everyone praised me, everyone thanked me, it was me who managed to defeat the shadows and took the city with the coup d'État. Everyone was happy, well., almost everyone...)
A surprising roundhouse kick from the panther girl took the wolf off guard and slashed him across his fuzzy face, quickly staining it red as the crowd cheered and roared for her. The fox, having missed his left, turned to his right in an attemp to strike my face with his elbow, I recieved his arm with my own, locked it in place and with easily applied pressure, snapped his bones out of their sockets. He yelled out in pain, looking at his now useless arm. The crowd began cheering my name.
(It was back then that I became what I am now, that I was cursed, that I became a witch...)
The wolf and the panther stopped their fighting, instead focusing on me, the one the crowd was cheering for...
The panther pounced at me, claws first. I recieved her grabbing her wrists, arching my back and letting her fly past me, face first onto the floor. The crowd laughed. But my mind keeps thinking about you, distracting enough to not see the wolf tackling me down, pinning my tiny body under his weight. The fox stepped on my left arm so I slashed the wolf’s throat with my right, making him stand and back up, holding the wound. The crowd gasped in disbelief, they disliked the fight being over so quickly. I only had a few moments before he realized it was not a lethal wound. I stepped on the metal floor, launching my lower body up to salute the fox’s face with my hind paws, freeing myself. I stood up only for a moment before the panther bit my right shoulder, her fangs going deep into me.
(You had no idea it was me, all you saw was a cursed animal, a witch, a disgusting being made of ice and smoke. Even when I told you and mother it was me, even when I tried reasoning with you both. All I saw in your eyes was hatred and fear...)
I was yelling out loud, more scared than actually in pain, trying to remember if I took the red dye tablets before the match...
Red water began dripping from the incisions. The panther opened her eyes wide as she felt the icey cold in her gums. She looked up to see me looking at her, with a finger on my lips before seeing my fist right on her face.
The panther fell on the metal floor, knocked out.
(You died young and pretty, even before mother passed away. I remember I made you both beds of flowers for you to rest. But I can never join you...)
The wolf finally noticed he was fine, angry as hell, he went straight for me. I ducked and back round kicked the fox in the sternum, the pleasant sound of breaking bones. The fox took a step back and coughed up blood. I jumped on him, taking him down on the floor. But I stopped before biting his neck. I could easily rip its head off, but I knew my rules... Instead I slashed him open, spraying his blood all over the place, pulling out his inners and tossing them around as he died painfully in a pleasant visual of gore as the crowd eagerly cheered and screamed!
I noticed a wet spot in the fox’s pants, he came from the pain...
I recieved a full flying kick on the face, sent me flying across the stage, hitting the wall and landing on the floor. I recomposed myself and looked up, I saw a myriad of furs standing on the edge of the steps, all jerking off or fingering themselves, jizzing their fluids over me and the arena’s perimeter. I went down on all fours, started sprinting towards the wolf. I pounced on him, bit his left arm, clawed his shoulder and pulled, ripping his limb off. He fell down on his knees, holding the stub. I picked his arm and threw it away inside the tunnel I came in before it turned to ice.
(if you were still alive, would you remember when the world died? There was too many people, too little resources. War broke out, we were thrown back to medieval times, people fighting with blades and maces...)
I went and grabbed the panther by an ankle, took her back to the wolf and carefully, used my claws to cut tendons and muscle, rendering her limbs useless. The wolf looked up at me, then down on the panther and smiled wickedly. Using his arm, he grabbed her right leg, stepped on her abdomen and pulled until it ripped appart. She woke up and started crying and screaming, her noise only increased when she realized she was now an unmovable object. But her screams were soon muffled by me sitting on her face, letting her have a taste of my ice cold kitty pussy, it took only a few moments before she had her muzzle deep inside of me. The wolf repeated the process with the panther’s other leg and then went all in, his girthy cock went right into the panther’s soaking wet pussy.
(Would you remember the wish? The day everything changed...again.... The day everyone got fur on their faces and stopped dying.)
-Maybe you’d be as unhappy as I am now. Wish I could just forget you...
I went back to reality, the crowd was cheering. The panther had suffocated with her muzzle in my pussy, I had one paw lodged inside the wolf’s throat, I had destroyed his windpipe, having him drown in his own blood, his cock still inside the panther’s cunt, which was cut open, and my other paw was holding his cock inside the panther’s womb.
My dear Sanya, you always seem to take my mind away when I am trying to have some fun, yet I will never stop loving you, my dear sister.