Elfilin was lulled to sleep by the gastric symphony provided by Clawroline's stomach as it worked down the food she had consumed throughout the day. Still feeling a tad sour about not being able to get her throne, the space chinchilla eagerly offered himself as a temporary substitute, to which the lethal leopard toothily smirked and accepted just as eagerly. The air rushed out of the diminutive rodent's chest as the cat rested her abdomen on him while he was on the bed Gooey had painted. On the opposite end of the room, the blue blob was snuggled up with Shiro, the bobtail Princess caressing him into her cushiony bosom as she rested peacefully. Meanwhile, Elfilin was reminded of what had happened almost a week ago, where Clawroline had napped on Kirby's bed without knowing that the space rat was already on the bed.
She was 350 lbs five days ago…she felt a lot heavier now! It was funny; Elfilin had pondered how much bigger the leopard would become with dread and hesitancy, but now it was with excitement. Maybe a weighing scale was in order on the list of items that their new H.Q. needed. Feeling confident, Elfilin planted a soft kiss on the great dome of fluffy feline fat pressing down on him, eliciting a delighted purr from his queen as she blushed. With that, the two of them fell asleep, both comforted by each other's company - but when Elfilin opened his eyes, he was no longer in the waking world.
Instead of finding himself being squeezed into the bed by Clawroline, Elfilin was not even in a bed anymore. He was in a…throne hall? He looked around to see soapstone columns on either side of him, adorned with braziers that lit up nearly every part of the chamber with warm orange radiance. What darkness might have remained was cast out by the humongous chandeliers that hung from the slanted ceiling with their intricate golden patterns, flicking light onto the marble floor. Elfilin looked down and saw he was hovering above a verdigris rug with elaborate illustrations, threaded in sanguine, depicting a cornucopia of fatty foods. The carpet split the room in half, from the oak doors behind him to the throne in front of him.
Actually, there were two thrones - one at the end of the rug and the other behind it, sitting on a raised dais. The first was huge, looking like it could seat someone as big as Sillydillo, made from bronze and cushioned with orchid-white pillows decked out in ornate tracery. But the throne behind it was positively towering, big enough to make Gorimondo look small if he sat in it, assembled from lustrous gold with a magenta symbol carved into the chair's back. It was a grinning leopard's face with its maw stretched out wide in anticipation, making it evident who the throne belonged to. Behind the thrones were massive and tall windows made from stained glass, flanked on either side by drapes colored the same verdigris as the rug and adorned with impressive needlework and burnished corners. "Yes…I believe that this is the throne our queen deserves…"
Elfilin blinked, hearing Fecto Elfilis' voice, but not seeing him, he flew up to get a better view of the impressive room, only to blush when he found his other half. The angelic star conqueror was slumped in supreme coziness on Clawroline's throne, his usually proud and looming form looking downright puny as he rested atop the magenta cushions. Elfilin couldn't see him earlier because the other throne, which he assumed was Shiro's, was blocking the way. "What? Are you pretending to be a king, Lis?" Elfilin teased as he observed the psycho-meddler wield his spear like a royal scepter as he let his multi-colored ear-wings lay back into the throne's back. The planetary invader had a slight smile on his muzzle; Elfilin could not remember if he had ever made a smile before. "...or maybe you're imagining Ms. Clawroline sitting on you?" Elfilin narrowed his eyes with a devious smile, and Elfilis tensed up with a blush.
"S-so what if I am?!" Elfilis hissed with venom, but Elfilin was unperturbed by the outburst. He simply grinned, happy that his other half was starting to enjoy himself. "In any case…this dream is what I envision 'Butter Building' to become when we have the time and resources to make it a reality - more than just a fortress, a palace, from where our feline monarchs can carve out their kingdom from dreamland, gaining more power and growing bigger and…bigger each day…" The usually calm and composed deer-squirrel-fox thing could not help himself from letting his tongue loll out of his mouth in anticipation of such events, but he quickly shook his head and tried to get a serious face on. "I also wanted to discuss…the girl…"
Elfilin felt a jolt of instinctual fear travels through his veins even in this dream state. "Uhm… I guess we can do that. I don't remember much about them, though…and I want to keep it that way." Elfilin gazed down at the floor, feeling his mind fill with emotions that usually came up when he began to think about the past. He sat down on Shiro's throne with a sigh and looked at the empty benches before him. The images came to him in hazy flashes - him suspended in a glass tube in the middle of Lab Discovera, a bevy of school children on the Dream Discoveries Tour looking up at him in awe and wonder. The kids were cool - they didn't care that he was a violent invader trying to conquer their world; they thought he looked neat. Sometimes, he would breathe a little on the glass and trace images in the evaporating steam - the kids loved it, but the scientists got confused, then they got scared, then they hurried the Tour to its end, and he was alone again, and -
"Calm yourself." Elfilis' voice rang out behind him, snapping Elfilin from his reverie. "You are safe. The humans are gone…or at least most of them are."
"It's…I hate myself." Elfilin frowned, ears dropping to the sides of his face as he tugged on them for comfort. "I shouldn't feel good when I hear people are 'gone.' I hate having bad thoughts about people and can't move on from stuff that happened so long ago…"
"Our grievances are legitimate. They exploited us and stole our power so that they could evacuate their dying planet instead of trying to fix it. They're an irresponsible and reckless species that we're in a rush to die - maybe if they took things slower, they would have achieved more than just a rudimentary understanding of our spatial powers…"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Elfilin fluttered his eyes in confusion, clambering over the side of the bobtail's bronze throne to peer up at Elfilis seated on the leopard's.
"Don't you remember? They used our power to send themselves into rocket ships through portals…ah, but you split from me before they did; of course, you don't know the whole story." Elfilis closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and Efilin prepared himself for an unhappy explanation. "You can only open portals to places you have already been, yes? The humans were at the same level as my spatial teleportation powers. They expected to be met with verdant worlds for habitation and settlement, but the portals they opened led them to the planets I had already seen. The…lifeless husks of worlds I had assimilated. I could have told them, but…well, evidently, some of them survived, as we've seen with this Adeleine character,"
“Oh…oh my…” Elfilin felt the blood rush away from his face as he registered what Elfilis was saying. He did not know what to think - a species brought to bear extinction over a lapse of communication!? But also, arguably, fair comeuppance to a race of people who ruined their home and then wholeheartedly set forth on a star-bound crusade of colonization in search of more worlds to conquer, not unlike Fecto Elfilis. "B-but…okay, so the humans from the old days were bad, but it's been centuries! M-maybe we can give them another chance - I want to try and be friends with all of Kirby's friends, even Gooey and…her. She's a painter, so maybe she'd like to paint us with -"
"I would prefer it if you did not finish that sentence." Elfilis interrupted with tension in his voice. Elfilin went silent, knowing he had struck a nerve. "…I don't care if she's the kindest being in the galaxy - I've had enough of humans 'studying' me for a lifetime."
"…so what do we do about her?" Elfilin let himself lay limp on the arm of the bobtail princess's throne. He didn't want to admit it, but he shared his other half's aversion to the humans, even though he tried to keep it bottled up.
"Nothing. She does not need to be our enemy, but we must avoid her. Who knows what would happen if she became aware of our existence? She might spread the word to whatever remains of her kind, and at least one of their history books will likely feature us." Elfilis shivered in slight fear. "Understand me - I am open to having amity with this Adeleine…just n-not now. I'm not… we're not ready…"
"I guess…hey, I think I know how to cheer us up!" Elfilin sulked before abruptly brightening in disposition, startling his other half. "You can make anything you want while I'm dreaming, right? I was thinking…can you really call these chairs thrones if you don't have any royalty sitting in them?" He queried with a grin. Elfilis tilted its head, not understanding…before its eyes widened, and a heavy blush came to his muzzle.
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