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Surveillance Room...
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Yami Bakura smirked, holstering the Millenium Rod. He concentrated, the Millenium Ring around his neck starting to glow, when an Insect Queen stuck its head in the door, roaring hungrily.

Yami Bakura cursed his bad luck and fled through the other door, the Insect Queen roaring and chasing after him, ignoring Kaiba completely.

I'll have to take care of Kaiba later, Yami Bakura thought, dodging the snapping jaws of the Insect Queen...

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Meanwhile...
In Kaiba's Mind...
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Kaiba...

What... What's going on?

You were attacked. I summoned a hungry Insect Queen to chase your attacker off before you could be possessed.

I suppose that's good... But who the hell are you?

Your ancestor. High Priest Seto.

Ridiculous! I'm simply hallucinating. There's no possible way that my ancestor could be talking to me...

Kaiba was briefly assaulted with memories of himself eating that female duelist, as well as memories of other phenomenon that could be considered magical, the memories showing him every possible angle so that Kaiba could be sure that there was NO logical explination for them other than magic was involved.

...

Still think magic's fake?

Just tell your story.

Fine then. But be assured, after this somewhat long tale is over, you WILL believe in magic. This whole mess started when we visited a tribe of Amazons in the southern part of the continent...

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Ancient times...
A jungle...
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Kaiba found himself an unseen observer, intangible, invisible, a ghost watching the past, floating alongside his counterpart. High Priest Seto, along with Priestess Isis, the Pharaoh himself, and the Pharaoh's young friend Mana were all riding in a caravan. They travelled through a deep jungle, intent on establishing diplomatic relations with all kingdoms capable of using the monsters within the stone tablets.

Mana normally wouldn't have been invited, but she was feeling sad since her teacher's death, and Pharaoh thought that a little travelling might cheer her up.

For the most part, it was working.

"This is SOOOO cool!" Mana said, leaning over the side. "I never knew this kind of green actually existed!"

"There are different environments all over the world, Mana. Some places are even as cold as the deserts that comprise our land are hot!" Isis said, smiling.

Mana blinked, wide-eyed. "Wow..."

Isis smiled, but bit her lip, not sure if she should speak on such a touchy subject. "If it's all right, child, I'd like to continue your training where Mahad left off. You still have a lot to learn."

Mana sighed, and nodded, still smiling. "Sure, Priestess Isis. I'm still sad that Mahad is gone but... well, you'll think it's silly."

"Silly is the fact that even with the number of times he's had you in his bed, the Pharaoh still blushes like a schoolboy around you," Seto said, sitting up with the servant driving the cart he and the others were in.

"I do not!" Pharaoh said, blushing even harder.

Mana grinned. "I feel like he wants me to move on, to continue my studies."

Isis smiled. "The gods work in mysterious ways, young one. Perhaps Anubis let Mahad speak to you in your dreams."

Mana smiled warmly. Pharaoh smiled.

"I hope you do continue your studies, Mana. It'll be good for you," he said.

"You sure it's okay, Pharaoh?"

Pharaoh nodded. "I have plenty of concubines besides you and Isis. You're my friend, Mana."

Mana grinned and hugged the Pharaoh tightly, causing him to blush again. Seto and Isis traded pleased looks, as Kaiba just felt uncomfortable at looking at it. He hadn't had very much in the way of affection in his life.

The caravan travelled on, eventually coming to a massive iron gate guarded by two muscular women with fiery red hair. Kaiba took advantage of his ghostlike form to float through the gate, peeking inside to see several dozen stone huts, with a large castle in the center of the village. Muscular men and even more muscular women milled about the village, the men clearly the slave of the women. He started to turn back, when the caravan started to come through the gate, heading directly towards the castle. Kaiba shrugged and floated along after them. The trip was brief, Mana casting nervous looks at all the powerful women staring at her and the others intently.

The caravan parked at the gate of the castle, Seto and Isis ordering the servants to unload the treasures from one of the carts and carry them inside. The Pharaoh and his entourage walked in, Seto, Isis, and Mana taking defensive positions around him. They entered through the vast, stone castle, passing several training rooms, each one filled by Amazon women practicing their fighting techniques, and eventually coming to a massive throne room, carved with serpent and lioness designs all around. The throne itself were shrouded in shadow, but two figures could been seen in the darkness, one sitting, the other sitting on the floor, a collar and chain around his neck. Two muscular female guards, clad in nothing save intimidating looks and carrying spears, stood at the stairway up to the throne, guarding their queen.

Pharaoh stepped forward, and all of his entourage bowed.

"My lady Kujaku," he said, "I am the Pharaoh ____ of Egypt." Kaiba blinked, wondering why the Pharaoh's name was muted. The Pharaoh continued, saying, "These are my servants, Seto and Isis, and my friend, a magic student named Mana. We come bearing gifts, the finest treasures in Egypt, as we wish to establish a peaceful alliance between our two kingdoms."

"Well now, isn't that sweet?" said a soft, pleasant voice from up on the throne, "Jono, help me down so I can say hello properly to our guests.

"As you command, milady," the slave said, standing up.

"Oh good lord..." Kaiba said, recognizing the voices instantly.

A wide, heavyset shadow got up with the help of the male shadow and started waddling down the stairs. As she came into the light, her full form was revealed.

Queen Kujaku was dark-skinned, raven-haired, massive beauty of a woman, around six-hundred pounds in weight. Her belly, a round, soft mass as large as an overstuffed beanbag chair, hung down below her waist. Her chubby legs rubbed together as she walked, her fat covering her feet slightly with each heavy step. Her arms were thick with flab, her hands unable to touch her sides without concious effort, and her huge, soft breasts hung to either side of her vast belly. Her ass was big enough to take out a couch and jiggled from side to side with each step. Her neck was hidden in rolls of fat, her chubby cheeked, triple-chinned face bore a warm, welcoming smile.

Jono, the slave, was almost as muscular as the guards, a clear sign of his status as a favored slave to the Amazon queen. His face had a slightly insolent look to it, as if he knew how well he was liked. His skin was a lighter shade that his mistress's, his hair a shade darker, and like his mistress, he wore nothing at all.

The skin color and hair color was different, but hairstyles and faces were exactly the same. Kaiba would know them anywhere.

Queen Kujaku was the ancestor of Mai Valentine, Jono the ancestor of Joey Wheeler.

"Welcome to my village, little Pharaoh!" Queen Kujaku said.

"Little?" Pharaoh muttered, causing Isis and Mana to stifle their laughter. The Pharaoh was little in HEIGHT ONLY, although if things went well, the queen would find out how well their ruler was built.

She waddled over to them, accompanied by Jono and the two nameless guards, and gave Pharaoh, Seto, Mana, and Isis big hugs, pressing their faces into her flabby bosom. Once she was finished, she turned to Pharaoh and ruffled his hair.

"It was an honor to duel you at the tournament of nations! Never have I seen such skilled use of the Shadow Beasts!"

Pharaoh smiled. "I'm glad you had fun. Which is why I'd like to offer an alliance between Egypt and the Amazon nation..."

"Agreed," Kujaku said, grinning widely.

Isis and Seto traded surprised looks. "That went well," Isis said, smiling.

"There is just one condition, though..." Kujaku added, her smile turning dangerous.

Seto sighed. "Here it comes..."

"I'll happily agree to an alliance between our people if you just remember one thing: Men are property, here, not people. Deliberately raised to be servants, it's the only thing they know or desire. I'm making exceptions for visitors, but try my patience and you'll find out the HARD way why I'm so fat. Respect the ways of my people, do not try to change us in any way, or I swear you'll regret it. Understand?"

Pharaoh and Mana gulped nervously, Pharaoh nodding and grasping the Millenium Puzzle around his neck convulsively, while Isis and Seto just stared at her, betraying no emotions at all.

Kujaku smiled her friendly smile again. "GOOD! Now that that's been settled, how shall we make you feel at home? A tour perhaps? Or perhaps a celebration in your honor? Either way, you're guaranteed to find out in a FAR more pleasant manner why I'm so fat. One you'll live through and thoroughly enjoy," she said, grinning and laughing pleasantly, her belly jiggling in her mirth.

Seto, Isis, Mana, and Pharaoh traded nervous and thoroughly confused looks.

After a moment's discussion between Isis and Seto, Isis said, "We will go with your choice, majesty."

Pharaoh nodded, and smiled when Mana gripped his hand for reassurance. "I appreciate your generous offer, although I apologize that I do not understand it."

Kujaku chuckled. "You will. This gift of mine is one that DESERVES to be shared."

Pharaoh sighed, and smiled. "Very well, then we'd like..."