Queen Marel

“Well, Well, if it isn't my little Ocelot.”

Marel watched my like snake as I stood before her.

“Tell me, did you gain a little weight?”

I trembled of shame and humiliation to present myself in front of my biggest rival like this. But I knew Cowtits had a thing for me and at this point, I was out of options. I **** myself to put tears in my eyes(not that hard in my situation) and addressed her.

“Q-queen Marel...would you please...help me?”

I could literally see Cowtits eyes light on fire.

“Help? Really. The great and mighty Gina is asking little old me for help? You must be truly **** then.”

I sniffled. “I need money, a lot of money.”

“How much?” Marel asked with a suggestive grin.

“9-9000 Dollars”

Marel snapped with a finger and one of her lackeys brought a suitcase full of 100 Dollar Bills.

Because OF COURSE.

“This here...” Marel took two bundles out of the cache. “Is 10.000 Dollars. Now...what do I get for that amount?”

“M-my friendship?”

Marel chuckled. “I'm afraid you have to do better then that.”

"You can have Susan, i pack her up really nice for you."

"Tempting...but Susan isn't worth that much. Don't tell her that tough."

"How about i add Marcie in the mix?"

"Oh..." Marel grinned. "Now this sounds nice. I could make little dumpling and little riceball kiss and touch each other all over while i watch. Tempting...very tempting."

I'm pretty sure neither of them shares cowtits questionable tastes, so that would be awesome. "So..."

"But i'm afraid the answer is still no."

I was getting tired of this. “um...can't you just tell me your price then?"

Marel licked her lips at that. “Submit to my rule. Your “Royal Magnificent” will be absorbed into my “Crazy Carousel” You will become my little adorable pet.”

“Y-your pet?”

“Yes.” Marel smiled. “You can just forget all that hard ruling stuff and simply concentrate on being my cute submissive Ocelot. Won't that be nice?”

...It might not be so bad.

Right now i'm completely under stupid cows thumb. It really can't be worse then with her right? At least Marel wouldn't turn me into a ball of lard.