<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Sable_night_by_squirrelshaver-d4zzdsn.jpg)</div><strong>Lacey Bruce</strong><br/><br/>Part of Lacey stubbornly insisted that this had to be a dream...<br/><br/>But that made it okay, right?  She didn't have to deny these truths she sensed.  She wasn't going mad.  It was just a dream, she could enjoy it.  She could...<br/><br/>Leaving her blade on the floor, the brunet rose gracefully to her feet and reached up towards the heavens…<br/><br/>“<strong>Mew Mew Kakyuko Metamorph-isis!</strong>” she sang out.<br/><br/>Her panties dissolved into a jazy tune, swirled away in a twirl of phantom plum blossoms that orbited her neatly trimmed delta once.  Lacey found her hips swaying, then rocking in excitement.  As she danced unashamedly with the sensuality she’d always held at bay, the music grew louder.  Starlight danced around her.  Plum blossoms descended beside her in a column, solidifying into a pole.  Reaching for the pole like an old friend and trusted partner, black gloves appeared with a ribbons at the wrist that tied themselves in a bow.  She gyrated around the pole.  After the first spin, rose petals twirled out of it and caressed her virgin flower.  She gasped and closed her eyes as she spun again.  The rose petals coalesced into lace panties.<br/><br/>Again she spun, with sensual energy.  Plum blossoms whirled around her.  She looped them over herself as they coalesced into a black corset-dress with a miniskirt.  She bowed forewords as she spun, hips rolling in the air.  Her hair spun out ‘til it was ankle length, then lifted up and was parted by a bushy squirrel’s tail.<br/><br/>She kicked her feet straight up into the air as she ascended the pole and high healed boots adorned her legs, also black, and bound with ribbons.  AS she descended in final wild gyrations, her ears slid up her head and extended, sprouting fur, ‘til they too belonged on a squirrel.  She ended on her knees reaching up into the heavens.  A beam of moonlight stabbed down and a silvery rapier was in her hands…<br/><br/>“<strong>Sensual guardian of innocence, Mew Kakyouko is here!</strong>”<br/><br/>As it passed, her ears twitched and she looked down at the damasks in the fine steel sword, then breathed.  “This is real…”