"I'm Jack, am in live here with not only our youngest," the male on the television screen said, his dark optics glinting with a hind of amusement, "but also our first female multi-billionaire Playboy! Give it up for Natasha!" There was off-screen applause, then the camera panned away to focus on the crowd that had gathered to meet Natasha. The woman herself wasn't on stage yet, but judging by the screaming and hollering of the people Tattletale would bet that she was going to appear any second now. Sure enough, she did.
Onstage sauntered the prettiest animal Tattle had ever seen, and that was saying a lot. She blinked, her brain not able to take in Natasha all at once, so she made herself focus on one little detail at a time. Her paws. Light brown speckled with white blotches. Golden rings glittered off her left front and back right one. Her legs. Long and thin, also white, save for the hind right, a beautiful shade of gold. Her belly was slim, underbelly pale pink, even softer than a furry carpet. Her body frame. Light. Framework thin. Bones barely visible. Fur also white, white as snow. Golden spots running down her back only to curl into the shape of a flower on her left haunch, like a tattoo. Her tail, white, golden-tipped, with brown 'v' shapes ringing it. Like a fox. Her face. Golden muzzle held high, the color only reaching her icy green eyes framed by thick, dark lashes and hugging them. A grey tongue darted out and wiped her lips before they curled upwards in a smirk. Ears big and round. Small tufts of white fur stuck out from the brown covers, a stark contrast. Natasha was, according to the tabloids and magazines, a desert fox. It was easy to tell how she became so famous.
"So, Natasha," Jack began, dipping his head curtly to her after they sat down. "I believe that these are some questions your fans are dying to have answered."
The female tilted her head ever so slightly, curled her tail over her paws and covering the ring. "Well then by all means, please do continue." Her voice was rich, dripping like honey from her mouth. The camera zoomed in on Jack's face as he gulped and blushed, which caused snickers to burst from the audience.
"Anyway," Jack spoke loudly, as if to cover up his embarrassment, "first question. Why have you decided to become a Playboy and not a Playpal?"
"Because I don't think following rules from higher authorities are for me. I prefer to be the one making rules and expecting people to follow them." Her green optics narrowed a fraction, and Jack frowned and waited for her to continue. She didn't.
"Very well then, uh, how did you become a Playboy?" He asked. Natasha's optics flashed, and Tattletale then realized just how dangerous she really was. Natasha looked straight at the screen, winked, stood up. Jack blinked. "Wait, where are you going?" She smiled at him, and he shrunk back. "I'm leaving."
"Wait, why?" Jack protested, rising to his paws again.
She shrugged. "This is boring. I don't like this. Being here is pointless, an the questions you're asking are not the best." Jack gulped. "But-"
"Jack, you and I both know that your show is trash." The audience muttered. One muttered, roasted. "The only reason I'm here is because I was paid. I was paid to be here and save your show, Jack. Now you are boring me, and I will leave. And you will and can do nothing about it."
She began to make her way back up the stage, and with a nod from Jack two burly wolves stepped up to block Natasha. She snarled. The camera zoomed in on her face, and Tattle could see the dark fire in her emerald optics. The guards skittered nervously back, but with Jack coughed and they stood firm. Jack sauntered up to Natasha with a sneer on his face.
"Well, why don't you sit down and let's continue the chat?" His voice turned nasty. She fixed him with a glare.
"Why don't you let me go, or I'll burn this whole place down."She snapped. Jack scoffed, but it was a nervous sound. "There is no way you can burn this place. You don't have magic." He smirked. She shrugged. "Suit yourself. Audience, run." She warned, turned to face Jack. She spread her legs and looked down. When she looked up again her eyes were literally burning, red flames flickering in them. Jack's face was reflected by the color, and confusion swam in his orbs. As Tattletale watched, Natasha's body burst, flames exploding across her fur and setting the stage alight. The audience shrieked, some already burning and many trying to flee for the exits. The guards who were in front of Natasha imploded and died, their corpses charred and smoking. Jack backed away, a yelp bursting from his chest. Natasha smirked and advanced on him, claws clicking, still flaming. The second she got close to him his fur began smoking, obviously hurting him. He screamed, Natasha concentrated, and a ring of fire exploded from her lithe frame, sending fire washing over the wooden pillars, sending them crashing down on the people below. Then Natasha looked directly at the camera, narrowed her orbs and the screen went blank as the hard-drive fried.
On Natasha's body the fire boiled and flames erupted from every pore, giving her the appearance of a fireball, but inside her mind it was cool and calm. Although her vision was tinged slightly with a reddish haze she could see everything very clearly. Her fur tickled under the dance that the fire was doing, and she shivered. She didn't look like the person she was a few minutes ago, before Jack had insulted her, but was now even prettier and more deadly than ever. This wasn't her true potential yet, she didn't want to show them what she really could do. She just wanted to prove her strengths to Jack. And whoever else was watching. Too bad she had fried that hard-disk in that television and melted the camera. Too late now. It wasn't like she was a time shifter. No, her friend Layla could do that. Just concentrate and she'll get you that delicious ice cream you had a long time ago. That wasn't part of her powers but she was pleased with her fire abilities. She actually had been offered control over all the elements, even shadow, but she had declined. Maybe she should take that offer back. But she wasn't sure if she could even harness the power now that she was such a good Fire manipulator. Even if she was able to she probably would be weaker at the others unless she practised for six hours a day instead of five. She sighed, blowing out a stream of flame, then shook herself out of her trance and advanced on Jack, an evil grin fixing itself on her maw. She could see perfectly, sure, but she knew that Jack couldn't, because of all the smoke and fire and heat radiation that was coming off her body in waves that were hitting him in the face.
The bodyguards she had killed lay there and just got into the way of nothing, so she glared at them and they disintegrated and crumbled to ash and got consumed by the flames, leaving just the slightest aftersmell. She returned her gaze to Jack, who stumbled over his paws to get away from her, tail lashing wildly as if to fan out the fire.
"You insulted me earlier, I believe? Yes?" She continued on as Jack opened his mouth to answer. "Saying I wasn't able to do magic?" The giantess snarled, towering over the commentator. "Well, does this prove it?" She looked at him, eyes narrowing, and his fur began to burn. He shrieked and rolled around on the floor, and she made the fire on his body disappear, barely giving the audience a thought. Most of them had either passed out from the smoke or were screaming, trying uselessly to get out. A chuckle escaped her, and Jack whimpered. With one concentrated flick of her mind the fire extinguished, washing away from the walls and dousing everyone. The audience ended up screaming for nothing, then pausing and blushing and then frantically searching for their bags and what burnt.
"Okay, shows over everyone! Clear out!" Natascha exclaimed, waving her silky tail in the air, a proud grin on her face. "And you," she cast Jack a disgusted look. "Can leave and get the hell away from my sight." She snarled, and kicked him in the side. He rolled off the stage with a groan and she turned and left.
