Perfect Disguise

The tall, raven-haired, pointy-eared woman smiled at the mirror, carefully keeping her lips closed. She wished for a moment she could actually see her reflection in it. But no matter. She looked down at herself, satisfied that the slinky green silk dress fit her perfectly.

“Excellent. Just excellent,” she whispered to herself, turning away from the mirror and striding out of the room with a regal gait. She had almost reached the stairway when there was a sudden growl, the rush of a pouncing beast, and then excruciating pain as something with fearsomely powerful jaws sunk its sharp teeth into her buttocks.

“AAAAIEEEEEEEE!”

Her high-pitched scream echoed throughout the castle. There was another bite (and another scream), then a loud ripping sound, and as the raven-haired beauty twisted around she found the whole seat of her dress had been torn clean off, uncovering her now distinctly reddened buttocks adorned with crimson bite marks.

Then her eyes fell upon the buxom she-werewolf, chewing on the large piece of green silk and looking very pleased with herself.

“Livonna!?” the brunette screeched, her red eyes flashing angrily at the she-werewolf.

“Yes, 'Your Highness'?” the smugly grinning wolf-woman shot back mockingly. “Don’t you like your new dress design? Oh, and what did you expect, sneaking into Dame Athanasia’s castle alone?” she giggled. “She will be very pleased when I bring you to her, I should think. Now come along, unless you want another bite!”

“You stupid mutt!” screamed the sore-bottomed brunette. “Did you lose your sense of smell as well as your wits? It is I, your mistress, Dame Athanasia! I disguised myself as Princess Maera to sneak into her castle, and now you’ve ruined it all!” She winced in pain as she clutched her wounded bottom with both hands.

Frowning reflectively, the she-werewolf carefully sniffed the green fabric in her mouth, then gulped in panic.

“But m’lady, your disguise… it was too perfect! I would never have thought it was you… Sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Of course you wouldn’t!” Dame Athanasia cried imperiously. “You would never think! I do the thinking! Did you ever try to think at all, even once? Oooh! Oh, my poor bottom!” Rubbing her bitten backside with an expression of exquisite self-pity, she rounded on Livonna again, red eyes blazing.

“Now go out and cut a switch! A long and flexible one… and bring it to me!

Now!”