6

Hours later, an airplane is in the air, over Afroasia. It's Phoenix Order One.

With her giantess hands, President Ophir pulls a bottle of lotion out of her purse, and starts lathering her bare arms in it. She's stressed. That's sad; for a lot of people, going home is a relaxing experience. OTOH, Ms. Ophir is an amazon...

She can't believe it. Her German boy-toy's either escaped, or gone missing. She has NO idea how she could've scared him away. Just when she thought that being president of Afroasia had become a breeze...another man leaves her.

On some days, she STILL doesn't know why she ever gives men a chance. Best she can tell, her voters keep accusing her of being an ursula because she's single. Ms. Ophir doesn't get that. Women KNOW how hard it is to keep men around. She'd expect her human subjects to be more sympathetic.

But then, of course, humanity sometimes forgets that their leaders are just humans with talent. They shouldn't. But they do... But then, it could be worse. Her subjects could be firing a pistol at her head at point blank, just to see if the bullet bounces off...as it would if she were fucking Yahweh...

Ms. Ophir need not worry. Her German boy-toy hasn't left her.

Rather, he's still in her purse. He's still a thousandth his normal size. Clearly, she hasn't seen him yet. Elias kind of hopes she never does. This is rather embarrassing for him. Alas, he'd be lying if he said he's not subtly enjoying this...

She's got a coin purse down there. It's made of fennec fur.

Inside, Elias struggles to remain balanced among a hoard of silver shekels. They've all got a woman's bust engraved on their "heads" sides. Funny; looks like they've all also got a woman's ass engraved on their "tails" side, too.

To Elias, these coins are like turntable disks. They're huge. He sure as hell can't lift them. He'd hate for one to fall over atop him.

These coins' hooters sure are huge. They all remind him of his domina's...

Up ahead, the Ethiopian Highlands lie. Somewhere on a high hill among them, the president's mansion stands. Under Ms. Ophir's command, it's called the Beit Aghion. She's a Jew, after all.

This hilltop is in the Amhara region. As a socialist, Ms. Ophir doesn't prefer her own native Israel. These days, most Israelis are either conservatives, Zionists, or both.

On a tarmac on another hilltop, Phoenix Order One lands. From below, a small bachelor group of walia ibexes hop the fence running around the tarmac, and approach the landing plane. If they're not saddled, they're wearing harnesses for cargo.

The walias are much bigger than a normal specimen. They're also bred for the purpose of accommodating for whoever lives in Beit Aghion.

With the President saddled atop one, the four walias hop each rock from here to the front lawn of Beit Aghion. Once there, they hop the fence, land, and let her off.

Here on the lawn, jackasses and jennies graze. It seems that the NAU isn't the only country in this world where the jackass stands for left-wing politics...

With the President returned, the Afroasian flag re-raises itself over the front lawn. From a shorter pole near it, the red flag of socialism rises, and flies just beneath it. The flag of Amhara flies on a similar-heighted pole near both poles.

On her way in, Ms. Ophir passes some shrubs. She slows, and creeps closer to them...

There's a jackass skeleton cached behind them. At this, she scoffs, and hurries in through the front door.

She kicks it open, spins, does several gymnastics, and ends up in a posture. Here, she looks here and there, for danger...

She peers into the darkness, and waits. Something's not right.

She's left her purse on a stool near the front door. With luck, nothing will happen to it...

From the shadows, many glowing green sinister eyes appear. Slowly, their owners advance into view. They're Ethiopian wolves. It seems that they've hijacked the President's abode...again.

At this, Ms. Ophir scoffs. "And Toad had to put up with Stoats," she mutters, making a Wind in the Willows reference.

An axe hangs on the wall. Ms. Ophir grabs it, flips it everywhere, and charges the pack like a Norse berserker.

One at a time, she chops off their heads, as if they were orcs of Middle Earth. Sometimes, she uses her axe as a club, and bats their chopped-off heads across the Beit Aghion. It feels almost like cricket on wheels.

The wolves slash their teeth, and leap. Their fur stands on their backs like Mohawk haircuts. Some try to attack the dear President from behind. Like Gimli the dwarf in Lord of the Rings, Ms. Ophir leaves no head spared.

Atop the stool, Ms. Ophir's purse still sits. It's bound to happen, and it does; a wolf's head flies through the house, and broadsides the purse.

Inside, little Elias screams, as he's buried beneath a pile of huge turntable-sized shekels. He's literally drowning in money.

As Ms. Ophir hacks, blood flies. She WILL avenge that poor fallen jenny, if it's the last head she ever cuts off...

Lucky for the wolves, though, the rest of the pack grows some common sense, and starts abandoning Beit Aghion. They crawl out of holes in the lawn, run across it, and leap a gate. The jackasses and walias chase them out; the walias lead the charge, using their horns.

Back in the house, the axe falls. Ms. Ophir's about had enough. She climbs the stairs, and prepares for a shower.

Hours pass. Downstairs, the blood and corpses remain. Upstairs, the waters of the shower run.

It takes Elias a while...but he climbs from his domina's purse. Once surfaced, he looks around. He sees the mess. It's quite macabre...

From the puddles of wolf blood, something red, cloud-like, and semi-real rises. It masses, and moves across the surface of the blood. It controls the blood, and creates a path from these puddles up the stool leg.

It enters Elias through his fingers, toes, middle back, and face. Elias has no choice but to take it in.

This is Bloodforce magic. It's about to have his way with him...whatever the hell that is.

Hours pass. Soon, everywhere downstairs is clean. The blood and carcasses have vanished. There's no trace of carnage at all.

In nothing but a towel, and all wet, Ms. Ophir comes downstairs, in bare feet. She's on her smartphone.

"Hello? Yes, this is President Ophir." She's almost to the stairs bottom. "I was wondering if you could dispatch a cleaning team here, and become eligible for a state discount for..."

She slows, as she looks around. The mess is gone. She wanders around, in a towel and in her bare feet, musing at how nice this place looks. Shit, she can't say this place has looked this nice since she moved into it, right after her inauguration...

"Ms. President?" They're still on the phone. "Are you still there?"

She shakes her head. "Sorry; there's been some mistake. I'm fine, I don't need anything. Sorry to bother you." With that, she hangs up.

Now, she opens the freezer. She takes out several cartons of Ben & Jerry's, and drops them in a bag to take upstairs.

She spends the rest of the day moping over Elias. She misses him. She SO wants to fuck him again. Just when she thought she's in the black, where love is...off runs another man. He was SO perfect. He was a fucking German weakling...

Outside, as the night comes, the jennies and walia nannies lie down, and get some rest. The jackasses and walia billies stay up for a bit...

There are euonymous hedges close to some of the house's windows. Every now and then, they like to conceal some creepy ambush-loving creature...

In this case, it's a mantis. It's a female...and she's in heat. She's ready to decapitate the next mate she comes across. With her luck, if not her mate's, she won't have to wait, or wander, much longer for farther...