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Bastet was at the pinnacle of her power when she and her newest consorts visited Nick Wilde on his birthday. Her reign over so many different worlds was expansive as it was total. No dimension or universe was safe from her knowledge or reach. Her dominion spread from one to the next like an infectious virus. With one fallen world came more subjects, each one as dedicated to her cause as the last. She didn't have the pleasure of meeting most of her servants, yet every one of them served her as if they had known and worshiped her for their entire lives. She claimed whoever she pleased. If she chose someone to join her flock, then they were in it. There was no choice in the matter. Within a frighteningly short amount of time she appeared to be invincible. Since her rampage had begun, nothing had so much as slowed her down. Her encounter with the indomitable Nick Wilde and his girlfriend, Judy, was merely a pebble in the road to be overstepped. Nobody in their right mind would've stepped up to her, or dared to even speak out against her tyranny. She was far too powerful, and only becoming more so.

All of that came crashing down when Bastet found herself strapped to a chair, naked, fighting for her life.

Her visit with Nick to celebrate his birthday was cut short by the unwelcome news that Pamela, Bastet's fellow world-dominating feline and only potential rival, had kidnapped Judy and was currently holding her hostage. Pamela Bondani, through means still unknown, attained the same powers Bastet used to travel between dimensions and hypnotize their denizens. With ambitions reaching far above being the mayor of Los Diablos, she had made quick work of usurping several worlds into her own, so much so that even the mighty Bastet found reason for concern. The two of them started an unspoken race to see who could conquer the most. It was all but certain that Bastet would win, whatever the end goal may have been, but that did not mean Pamela was a pushover. At her side was the cunning Ms. Fortune, an odd coincidence given one of Bastet's most adept subjects was a mummy of the exact same name. Ms. Fortune's hypnosis knew no boundaries, being able to influence even the sturdiest of minds with the help of both her magic and technology. The shiftiest glance at her eyes could rob someone of their free will, placing it instead in Pamela's control. The two combined to make a sizable empire of their own, although it had yet to cross paths with Bastet's.

Their unspoken truce crumbled once Pamela discovered Bastet's connection with Nick and Judy and decided to take the latter and Gazelle as hostage. Pamela intentionally allowed Bastet's spy, Jenny, to find out and alert the goddess. Bastet did everything Pamela hoped she would. She took Jenny and summoned three of her other warriors, Nefertina, Baro-lioness, and Cooch. Jenny reported that she had taken over an empty warehouse south of the city of Zootopia where they were. Bastet knew it had to be a trap, but Nick was there to hear the news that Judy was in trouble. She couldn't just leave her there, nor let such an egregious challenge go unpunished. She stormed off and teleported to the warehouse through a portal.

They found the barren of any sign of Pamela, Ms. Fortune, or their captives. Jenny swore that this is where they were. Bastet knew something was afoot, but she wasn't about to back out now. She ordered the four warriors to fan out and look for Judy. They didn't make it far. Splitting up rendered them easy targets for a magic that concussed them into unconsciousness. Bastet was blinded by a red flash, then woke up in a very precarious position. Her yellow eyes shot open. Her red-slit pupils darted around to gather the situation. She was sitting with her back straight and her legs stretched open at their widest angle. She was totally nude, showing off every inch of her stunning white fur and burly physique. The muscles along the inside of her thighs bulged out. Her forearms were tied parallel to each other behind her back. Her head was locked in place, unable to turn in any direction. She looked down with her eyes and saw chains over her mouth. They glowed a dull shade of red like they had been heated by a blowtorch. They were coiled around her head for several lengths, forbidding even the slightest movement of her lips and tongue. More of those evil links were strung around her midriff, leaving her breasts exposed. Even more kept her ankles glued to the chair's front legs. She tried wiggling her limbs free from their bondage before quickly giving up. Well, I've certainly found myself in a bind this time.

"Well, well, well..." cackled a very regal and repugnant voice. "If it isn't the majestic Bastet herself giving me a visit. I'm honored." Bastet heard the curt clop-clop of women's shoes striking the cement floor. A bitter frown narrowed her eyes. She knew who it was. Stepping into the frame of her vision was Pamela Bondani, the cruel police chief-turned empress. She was very tall, taller than even the imposing Bastet, though she was skinny as a rail with a slim waist and pencil-thin calves. Her fur was a vivid orange-brown, spiking out from the sides of her head in a ferocious style, like her triangular ears. Her features were sharp, including slanted eyes of green and a mouth made for perpetual smirking. She was wearing her police uniform. A blue police jacket clung to her chest, run down its center by a pair of gold buttons. The bright red collar wrung her neck tightly and was flanked by epaulets of the same color. A navy blue skirt hung from her waist, ending just above her knees. The shoes on her feet were black and dainty, yet they carried the weight of one of the most powerful women in the universe. She smiled at her captive. "Welcome, Bastet. It's an honor to finally meet you."

Bastet wished she could've said the same, or said anything at all. The chains remained stuck to her mouth, sparing Pamela a nasty remark. The most she could do was scowl at the fiendish cat. "Oh, don't give me that look. You know you and I were bound to meet in some foul way or another. It was only a matter of who did it to who, and the way I saw it, why not strike first?" Pamela shrugged and touched her paws together by their fingertips as if delivering a lecture. "You know, it's a very interesting relationship you have with Mr. Wilde and his lover. I'd think a woman as ambitious as you are wouldn't bother herself with such frivolous romances, but here we are." With nothing behind her, Pamela made to sit down. Just as her bottom was parallel with the ground, a magic stool materialized beneath her. It glowed the same color of red as Bastet's chains. Pamela kicked her foot onto her knee. Her orange cat tail flicked behind her. "If you're worried about Judy, don't be. She's quite alright. Don't you see?"

Suddenly Bastet felt the chair swivel beneath her to the left. Apparently it was on wheels, something she didn't see thanks to her position. Someone was behind her, navigating her around. She came to a stop, and saw in front of her, in a row, the four other warriors in the exact same position as she was. Nefertina, her longest serving subject who hailed from the same universe as her, was stripped nude in the chair closest to her, locked there by chains similar to Bastet's. Her chest, covered in charcoal-gray fur, rose and fell rapidly. Her ruby eyes cut over to her master, and grew terrified to see her in just as dire a strait as she. Beyond Nefertina was Jenny, the magic princess whose fantastic pink hair was tied into a massive, frizzled bun. Her armor and headpiece were gone, rendering her powerless. After her was Baro-lioness, the former human who had been transformed by Bastet's magic into an anthropomorphic lioness. The only vestiges of her human past were the dark purple hair hanging from her scalp and the very human and very terrified look on her face. At the end of the line was Cooch, the feline super hero who dazzled villains with her fiery attitude and punk way of dressing. Her blonde-dyed hair was hung down the side of her head. Her pointed ears were studded with rings. Out of the four warriors, she appeared the most calm.

But none of them caught Bastet's attention the most. Standing behind Nefertina's chair was Judy Hopps, holding onto the handlebars and staring ahead with an utterly blank expression. She was totally nude, and seemingly deaf to what was going on around her. Next to her, behind Jenny's chair, was Gazelle the pop singer. She was wearing the same amount of clothes and in the exact same mode of blank. Bastet's yellow eyes went round. She tried calling out to Judy, but the chains let nothing through but a weak muffle. Even if Judy had heard, they would've fallen on deaf ears. She was Pamela's now. Bastet slumped in her chair. Her ears drooped. Nick... Forgive me.

"Impressed? I must say I've outdone myself." boasted another voice. Bastet was turned back to face Pamela. Standing next to her was another cat woman, Pamela's partner in crime, Ms. Fortune. She was a frighteningly beautiful woman, adorning a steel gray coat of fur and a fluffy white underbelly which bloomed from her bosom like a soft cloud. The fur on her head was fashioned similarly to Pamela's but was crowned off by a purple bandana. Her eyes were yellow like the sun and her eyelids were caked with teal liner. She wore golden earrings and a gold moon hung from her neck. She had a scarlet dress on with golden trimmings. "These gals are only a few of the women we've gathered into our flock. Our numbers grow by the day. There isn't a single person we've run into who I haven't been able to mesmerize. You and your warriors won't be any different."

How awfully insolent of you, Bastet thought. Her and Jenny's hypnosis powers were second to none. Nobody could outdo her, nor could anybody break the spells she had laid down. A part of her liked to watch Ms. Fortune try, but an equally large part felt genuine concern. Pamela didn't conquer such a large swath of the multiverse through luck. There had to be some real power backing them up, and Bastet was about to feel the brunt of it. "Ladies, please escort these five to the hypnotherapy room." Pamela commanded, getting up from her magic chair which dissipated as soon as she left it. "We'll start our sessions at once."

Bastet was swiveled to the left and marched forward towards her impending hypnosis. She had a direct view of the nude Judy Hopps whose muscular buttocks grinded with each measured step. They walked past Baro-lioness and Cooch, both of whom looked to their master for some form of guidance. The most Bastet could give them was a look of stoicism and preparedness for whatever awaited them. They were wheeled into a dark room where a projector and a large white screen awaited them. Judy and Gazelle left to go get the others while the woman who was wheeling Bastet walked to the side of the chair to show herself. She was a strange looking gal whose head was an enormous gold chalice. Poking up from the bowl of her head was a red and white straw. She had enormous doe-eyes with enormous black lashes like wings. She wore nothing but a frilly blue skirt and thick white gloves. Her skin was jet black, broken by the two rosy nipples that sat atop her pert breasts.

"Bastet, this is Chalice. She'll be serving you tonight." Pamela said from behind the chair. Chalice bowed her head and curtsied, sloshing the milk inside of her cup. "As for you other girls, Judy and Gazelle will be happy to please you in any way you may desire. Just be sure to share~"

Suddenly Bastet felt something cold touch her temples, making her jerk. Ms. Fortune was behind her, applying a pair of metal prods which stuck to her head using small suction cups. They were connected to wires that hung down to the floor and ran into a strange looking generator. Ms. Fortune applied more to the slope of her breasts and a pair right above her womanhood. "Don't be concerned," Ms. Fortune purred in her ear. "These will make sure your experience is as pleasant as possible~" With Bastet set up, she moved on to the other girls. "Alright," Ms. Fortune announced once it was over with. "Let's begin."

Someone shut the door behind them, plunging the room into darkness. It was totally silent. All Bastet could hear was the beat of breath through her nose. Suddenly the projector cut on with a loud wrrrrooommmm. A bright yellow light spilled onto the white screen in front of them. Swirling around like the eye of a hurricane was a black spiral amidst a neon yellow background. A queer noise whirred through the air, sounding like a looping theramin. Bastet slammed her eyes shut, but her compatriots weren't as quick. At once, Nefertina, Jenny, and Baro-lioness's loyalties to Bastet dissolved away and reassimilated into Pamela's. Every memory they had of the Egyptian cat goddess was cut out and replaced with that of the police chief. They forgot who Bastet was as well as every other detail of themselves that they held dear. Pamela was all there ever had been, all there ever was, and all there ever would be. Their gaping eyes went from reflecting the hypnotic maelstrom in front of them to becoming it, flagging their capitulation to their new master.

Pamela watched greedily. "Gooooooood. You're all mine now. Won't you stand up and be free?" The magic chains binding them to their chairs disintegrated like iron withering into rust. The three of them stood up in unison, their faces blank, their decisions no longer their own. Cooch was the exception. She had laid eyes on the swirl, but remained in control. That didn't spare her from the prods' influence, however. Buzzing from their cool tips was a steady flow of erotic energy, filling her sensitive nipples and soddening cunt with a very significant pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head which swooned dramatically. Guttural moans rumbled out from behind the chains. Pamela narrowed her eyes. "Looks as though she hasn't seen the swirl. Girls, please direct Cooch's attention to the screen."

Judy, Gazelle, and the three newest recruits all marched up to Cooch's chair. One kneeled on both sides of her while another two stood. Nefertina stood behind her. All five of them laid their paws on her head and kept it still so that she faced the swirl. Her eyes locked on it, but did not replicate the image. "Well, she's awfully strong." Ms. Fortune admitted.

"Mmm-mmm," grunted Cooch, whose self-control was still relatively intact. Pamela dissolved the chains from around her mouth, letting her speak. "Bleh... Ain't gonna work on me. Sorry." She said in a thick country accent.

"Oh? And why's that?" Ms. Fortune asked, crossing her arms.

Cooch shrugged, or at least she tried through her chains. "I'm just immune. You ain't the first person to try this hypno junk on me. Ain't gonna work. Can't explain it. Tell you what though..." She bit her lip. "These things you put on me are drivin' me fuckin' crazy. God... So fuckin' good. And these pretty girls ain't half bad."

Pamela and Ms. Fortune shared a look. "Well, if you swear your unwavering loyalty to me, I'll let you go." Pamela said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just tell your girls to keep touchin' me like that." She sighed hotly. "And keep these thingies goin'. Oh fuck... I think I'm gonna bust from them alone~"

Pamela, surprised but not complaining, released Cooch's chains. She leapt from her chair, looking as though she would go on the attack, but instead went after Gazelle and pulled her in for a monstrous kiss. Everyone watched them swap spit for several seconds before they parted with a very wet sounding mwop! "Ahhhhh, yeeaaaaah~ Just let me have this sexy piece right here." She looked over and saw the righteously plump Jenny. "Her too."

Pamela didn't resist. "They're all yours."

Cooch sat back down in her chair. "C'mere you two. Put those sweet paws on me. Yeah, right there. Mmmm... A little higher. Yeah. Ooooh... Pinch it a little. Huhhhh! Oh fuck... Harder. Mmmm! Yeah, that's it~ Fuck..."

With that going on, Pamela and Ms. Fortune returned their attention to the main prize. Them and the remaining warriors circled around the goddess whose eyes were still clamped shut. She was forced to listen to her servants fall into Pamela's will. Disgust filled her as she heard the gasps and moans coming out of Cooch. Bastet cursed herself for having trusted the horny superhero. "Bastet doesn't want to play with us," said Pamela. "Girls, open her eyes for her. Let's see how strong the so-called goddess of cats really is." Bastet felt a squad of paws clamp down around her head. Claws pried into her eye sockets and peeled her lids open. Murky yellow light poured into her vision, growing brighter and brighter. Her eyes came open all the way, and Pamela's magic kept them there. The girls stepped aside so that she could see the screen. That terrible swirl danced in front of her, flooding her mind with very flattering images of Pamela. She held firm, chanting in her head that it was dirty magic, she was immune to it, but the prods attached to her were working their own foul magic on her, filling her with an acute joy that perked her nipples and rendered the cushion beneath her wet.

She gritted her teeth and kneaded her palms. She told herself that she wouldn't break, but a fog hazed over her mind and was getting heavier. The warriors around her, once so dedicated to her cause, teased her with their bodies. They kissed around her cheeks and on her neck. Chalice's fingers crept in between her thighs and brushed her soaked flower. Nefertina tweaked her nipple, Baro-lioness the other. The agonizing pleasure was written on Bastet's face. Sweat creeped down her forehead. Her thighs began to quiver. The goddess was slipping, making way for a much more submissive woman who would know nothing about being an empress other than how to serve her new one.

Pamela, feeling bold, let the chains fall from her mouth. Bastet gasped loudly. Moans echoed out from the deepest hollows of her throat. "Huhhhh... Huhhhh. Gods..."

"What's the matter? Calling for help so soon?" Pamela marched around to the back of her chair and massaged her shoulders. "I thought you were the goddess of cats! Why don't you simply break this spell and be done with me?"

"Curse you..."

"Oh, hush. I know you love it. Just look at your former servants. See how happy they are?" All that Bastet saw were expressions void of any and all feelings. "Especially that Gazelle. Cooch was right to choose her. She's a celebrity here, you know. The men here fantasize about what they'd do to her, how'd they'd ravish her." Images of Gazelle bowing her body to dozens of boorish men flooded Bastet's mind. "I don't blame them. She had an ass fit for breeding. But personally, I think Judy is the most fetching." Pamela walked around to Bastet's right where Judy was making out with the flank of her neck. She pulled the rabbit back and showed Bastet her face. Her tongue was lolled out from her mouth. Her lavender eyes, usually so rife with spirit and determination, were uncoupled in their sockets. "Look at her. Gorgeous, isn't she? Yes, she has the body of an olympian. That Nick fellow of yours is very lucky. Or rather he isn't now that she's mine~" Pamela's paw slid up Judy's bare belly and cupped her breast. From there she pushed her mouth closed with a single finger and wiped her chin clean of spit. "I'm already planning on what I'll do to her. I'll give her more pleasure than that Nick could ever dream of giving." Enough rage to obliterate a city would've torn through Bastet, but she was starting to slip. The swirl was rising to the surface of her cornea like the churned silt of a river bottom. "Yes... and you'll be right beside her." Pamela chuckled. "The two of you will be my personal bit-"

BAM!

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH!"

The door exploded open, flooding the dark room with light. Everyone jumped where they were, startled by the sudden intrusion. Bastet tried to look, but was still trapped by the chains. Pamela was on her feet, gaping at the unwelcome guest. Fury and shock overtook her expression. "You!" she barked.

"Yeah bitch," growled Nick Wilde. "Me." He was in the doorway, wearing a white tank top and some jeans. One his face were a gaudy pair of aviators which reflected the bizarre scene in front of him. Against the bright backdrop of the warehouse, he was a short silhouette whose shadow towered across the floor in front of him.

Pamela looked to her partner. "FORTUNE!"

The hypnotist sprang into action, darting out from behind the chairs to in front of Nick. Her slit pupils turned into a swirl, resembling the one on the screen. She scowled at Nick, focusing with all of her might to pull him into their fold. Nick didn't close his eyes or look away. He stared right back, just as hard. His paws were hung near his hips like a gunslinger's, ready to meet Ms. Fortune's challenge. Fortunately, he didn't have to do anything. The glasses did the work for him. His aviators reflected Ms. Fortune's eyes right back at her. She may have been one of the most powerful hypnotists in the multiverse, but she lacked any resistance to the craft whatsoever. She glanced at her own eyes for a split second, cried "Oh!", then passed out to the floor as limp as a noodle. It was over.

In a flash, everyone's trance was broken. The zombified harem blinked together, and their free will was back. Judy's eyes fell into sync. "Wha-?" She whipped her head around. "Where am I?" she demanded, then looked down at herself. "And why am I naked?"

Gazelle and Jenny found themselves face-to-face with Cooch's tits, lapping at her nipples and rubbing her cunt. It took them a moment to realize what they were doing before they both leapt away in disgust and started spitting vehemently. Cooch, who was on the brink of cumming, snapped out of her own funk, then sighed with disappointment. Nefertina and Chalice staggered backwards to collect themselves. Before any of them could celebrate, the was a terrible cry of rage. "NOOOOOOOO!" Pamela thrusted her palm out at Nick. A burst of red magic launched at him, but was intercepted by a giant bat wing that swung out from behind him and shielded him. The magic ricocheted, leaving behind a black singe, but left the fox and the wing's owner relatively unharmed.

Pamela pulled her arm back to launch another shot. She was stopped dead in her tracks by the newly freed Bastet who tackled her as hard as she possibly could, knocking the police chief down to the ground. The two of them scratched and clawed at each other before Bastet could grab her wrists and pin them to the floor. "No!" Pamela screamed, now purely out of fear, but it was too late. Bastet grabbed her temple, flooding her cranium with a brilliant red aura which beamed out of Pamela's eyes like two spotlights. A second later Pamela went limp, alive, but unconscious.

Judy was the closest witness, watching the drama unfold from only a few feet away. She barely had time to ask what happened once it was over before she was hugged from behind. "Judy!" shouted Nick. The glasses were gone, revealing his openly weeping eyes. "Thank God you're OK!"

Judy was glad to see him, but was only more confused. She tried asking him through a shower of kisses. "Ah... Yeah... Nick... I love you too... Ah! Stop!" She shoved him off. "This is great! But you wanna tell me what in the ever living fuck is going on???"

He got a hold on himself. "Ah, yeah... While you were at work Bastet showed up again at the apartment. She brought some girls with her to try and seduce me." He left out the part where they succeeded. "Then another girl shows up and says you were kidnapped! Bastet left, leaving me with the girls, and I didn't know what to do! I was so worried! Then these guys showed up." He pointed behind him to the doorway. Stepping inside were three enormous beasts, humanoid in their features, but possessing stony skin and wings like demons. One of them strongly resembled a feline, and another had skin black like onyx. "This is Maggie, Angela, and Obsidiana. They came looking for Bastet to tell her Pamela's weakness. They found me instead, so they took me to come rescue you. Thank God we found this place."

Judy hardly seemed to follow. Bastet, who stood up over Pamela's body, seemed more in tune. "I should've known an amateur would've been susceptible to a reflection. It appears I overestimated them. Good work, Wilde." Her mood hardly seemed exuberant.

Nick scowled at her. "I didn't do it for you."

"No, I didn't expect you did." She took a deep breath. "But whatever debt I owe you is more than repaid."

Nick narrowed his eyes. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means, by the Laws of the Immortals," she took a deep breath. "Everything I possessed, my powers and empire included, is now yours entirely. Saving a god's life from peril is all that is needed."

"What?"

"You heard me." She pointed at her eyes. Nick noticed that her scleras were white instead of yellow and her pupils were black. "All of my powers are gone, transferred to you. All of my servants will obey you like they did me, and so will I if you so choose."

"Whoa!" he said. "Hold on. You can't-"

"Nick!" Judy shouted. "Your eyes! They're red!" She picked up his aviators from the floor and showed the reflection. "Look!"

Sure enough, his scleras glowed yellow and his pupils had turned crimson. He gasped and pulled his cheek down, pulling the bottom lid off of his eye. He made out the sphere shape of his eye. All of it was yellow. "Whoa..."

"Indeed. Me and my former servants are entirely at your command." The tall and nude Bastet strode up to him. Her feminism still burned with arousal and her nipples remained erect. Nick felt his face grow warm as her imposing beauty loomed close. "Whatever you want me or your harem to do for you, we will. You have an entire empire at your whim~"

Nick was struck. He was painfully aware of his beloved girlfriend watching from only a few feet away. "Uhh..." He pictured the many naked women around him coming up to him and worshiping his body, most especially Gazelle who he, like so many other men, had fantasized about before. He only thought about it, and they began to obey. They all sauntered up to him, eyes locked on his nicely chiseled body. He stepped back tentatively. "H-hey! W-wait!" They were on him in seconds, forming a ring of feline nudity around him. Their paws swam around his muscles, pulling on his shirt and pants. They clawed at his zipper where his growing erection lay beneath. "Ah..." Lips pecked against his neck. Hips grinded on his thigh. Someone pinched his butt. Soon his red manhood was slung out of his underwear. It felt the caress of some gentle fingers, then an even more pleasant mouth. Nick didn't want them to stop anymore, and neither did they. They were there to please their master. At the back of his mind he knew he had to stop for Judy, but she wasn't protesting either. Indeed, she was among that throng of horny women, already lost in the glowing influence of Nick's masculine magic.

Bastet was the closest of them all. Her bosom was glued to his shoulder. She kissed around his jaw, then whispered into his ear. "So, what will it be? Do you claim this empire and its many treasures?" Her voice was a deep pur. Her paw swam circles around his belly. He could feel the heat of her cunt radiating against his hip. Whoever was down below on their knees punched the head of his cock into their throat.

A very content sigh escaped him. He couldn't help but smile. "Yeah... I do~"

THE END