The Queen reaches her target

Back in the circus, the fake acrobat giggled as she relished in the absurd details of the pictures she just took. The redhead looked downright ridiculous while she was chasing her; her face was all scrunched up, her considerable breasts were mid-bounce and each pointing at a different direction, her pubes were shaved to look like a heart for some reason. She clicked to see the other set of pictures, adorned with dirt and leaves, the naked woman looked like some sort of forest nymph in those. She could feel that this was going to the most popular prank on her website in months.

Satisfied with her photographs, she put the camera in her purse and took out the vial. The Queen wondered at what point the assistant was going to swallow her pride and climb the whole slope nonstop, cars and bystanders be dammed. Or maybe instead she will opt to go the long way and try and sneak back to the circus by following the road? Either way, she had quite a lot of time before that redhead returned. Now she needed to focus on her objective, the possums, which were luckily right in front of her.

The group of five or so marsupials were inside a wheeled cage big enough to house an elephant. The fake acrobat looked around to make sure she was alone and then went inside. Her target was their water bowl. She had in her hand a vial of pheromones that would, in theory, regress the animals back to their infancy for a couple of hours after they drank it. That should make them latch onto the back of their nearest parental figure until the effects ended.

Ideally, that meant that when the tamer released them for his act, they would jump on his back, latch-on and refuse to perform any tricks. The crowd would then boo him and his reputation would plummet, forcing the circus to cancel his act and therefore, to stop abusing animals for the cheap amusement of the masses. At first she was worried that this prank would be boring, at least compared to her previous ones. But, after that stripping Shu Ya and the assistant, her worries dissipated. In her mind they were equally guilty. Any person with a good conscience would quit rather than work with one of those animal slavers, or at least they should publicly denounce him.

The Queen approached the bowl and uncapped the vial. Three of the possums were currently drinking the water while the rest were circling her legs. She had to admit, they didn’t seem hurt or malnourished in the slightest, but still, it was a matter of principle.

She stretched her hand to pour the liquid, but hesitated before doing so. Even the smell of the pheromones could affect the animals, so she would rather not miss her target. Who knows what would happen then?