Chapter 688: The Not So Little Pasha Molotova

Maria had always considered herself difficult to surprise.

Growing up poor, working illegal jobs before she was old enough to legally work at all, clawing her way into Solaris Academy on scholarship alone—she had seen too much of the world’s ugliness to be easily shocked.

And her years as Mika’s closest friend had only reinforced that.

When you spent your days beside a boy who routinely did impossible things before breakfast, you learned to take the extraordinary in stride.

So when she peeked around Mika’s shoulder to catch her first glimpse of the infamous ’little sister’ she thought she knew what to expect.

Small. Adorable. Maybe fluffy around the edges.

The way the sisters had talked about her—"She’s like a puppy." "She’s got maybe two brain cells." "She’s the family mascot"—had painted a very specific picture in Maria’s mind.

Something like a golden retriever in human form. Or perhaps a Pomeranian that wouldn’t stop yapping. Cute. Chaotic. Manageably sized.

But when the dust began to clear and Maria finally saw the figure in front of her, her jaw went slack.

"That’s...your so-called ’little’ sister?"

She emphasized the word little like it had personally betrayed her.

Because the woman standing in the crater was not little and cute. Not remotely.

She was magnificent!

The women who was standing up from the crater was a wild, wolfish beauty with sun-kissed skin that seemed to glow with its own inner warmth.

Her hair was a cascade of honey blonde streaked with bold slashes of white and black, falling past her back in a mane that had never known a brush and didn’t care to.

Her eyes were the most striking thing about her—literally striking, two different colors, the left a blazing golden yellow and the right a pure, luminous white. They were the eyes of something that had never been domesticated.

But it didn’t just stop there, as soft scales glittered along her arms and thighs, catching the starlight—not the full-body armor of a transformed dragon, but delicate patches, hints of something primal woven into her skin.

Behind her, a massive tail swept back and forth in eager arcs.

It was bushy and wild, a mix of yellows and whites and blacks, not standing erect like Astrid’s elegant fox tails but wagging with the unrestrained enthusiasm of a creature that had never learned to hide its joy.

And her body...

Maria had seen plenty of beautiful bodies. But this woman was something else entirely.

She was big. Not fat, though she was abundantly curved.

But tall!

Easily a foot taller than Mika. Probably taller than anyone Maria had ever seen outside of transformed dragons.

Her frame was packed with dense, powerful muscle that somehow didn’t diminish her overwhelming femininity.

Her breasts were massive—larger than Mika’s head, barely contained by what appeared to be some kind of battle outfit that had been designed by someone who had never heard of modesty.

The skimpy garment showed off every curve, every swell, every dangerous inch of her. Her ass, visible even from the front because of how she was standing, was equally generous, and every time her tail wagged, her cheeks jiggled in sympathetic rhythm.

She looked like an Amazonian war goddess who had wandered out of an ancient forest and decided that civilization seemed like fun.

This was Pasha Molotova...

Daughter of the Maiden of War...

And right now, she was staring at the group with the focused intensity of a wolf who had spotted her pack after a long, lonely winter.

"Mika." Maria whispered, not taking her eyes off the giant wolf-woman. "She’s...very tall."

"Oh yeah, Pasha doesn’t really make any public appearance like the others so you might not have seen too much of her."

Mika didn’t glance at Maria. His eyes were fixed on Pasha with the wary attention of a man who knew exactly what was coming.

"But yeah, she’s quite tall. Probably got that from her mother. When we were younger, we were all roughly the same height—Astrid was actually the tallest for a while. Then Pasha hit puberty." A pause. "She kept hitting it for about eight years. Now we all have to look up to talk to her."

"You included."

"Me included."

While Mika and Maria murmured to each other, the three sisters had assumed defensive positions.

"Pasha..."

Anya said slowly, her voice carrying the careful calm of someone negotiating with an excitable predator.

"We’re very happy to see you. Truly. But please—let’s not make any sudden moves."

"That’s right!" Charlotte chimed in, forcing cheerfulness. "We’re so glad you’re back! But we should probably do this...calmly. Peacefully. With minimal destruction."

Astrid clutched Aster to her chest protectively. "The last time you got excited, you destroyed an entire stadium. My Mama had to fixit. So please, just—"

But Pasha wasn’t listening.

Her mismatched eyes drawn into sharp, animalistic slits swept across the three sisters, her head swinging left, then right, then left again, analyzing each of them in turn.

Then her gaze locked onto its target, and a squeal of pure joy tore from her throat.

"CHARLOTTE!"

Charlotte’s face went pale. She backpedaled instantly, but it was far too late. Pasha moved like a striking predator—one moment standing, the next already wrapping her arms around the succubus daughter and hoisting her clean off the ground.

"CHARLOTTE! CHARLOTTE! CHARLOTTE!"

Pasha spun her around, pressing Charlotte’s face into her massive chest.

"PASHA MISSED YOU! PASHA MISSED YOU SO MUCH! IT’S BEEN FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER!"

"Pasha—I can’t breathe—"

"YOU STILL SMELL THE SAME! LIKE STRAWBERRIES AND CAKE! PASHA WANTS TO EAT YOU UP!"

Normally, when someone said I want to eat you up, it was a figure of speech.

But when Pasha said it, she actually opened her mouth and bit down on Charlotte’s neck!

Charlotte shrieked. "STOP! PASHA, STOP! I’M NOT ACTUAL CAKE! I’M A PERSON! IF YOU BITE ME, BLOOD COMES OUT, NOT STRAWBERRY JAM!"

Pasha pouted, making puppy whining sounds.

"But Charlotte is so sweet! And so tiny!" She lifted Charlotte up like a baby, holding her at arm’s length with a goofy grin. "Look at you! So cute and adorable and small! Pasha could spin you around all day!"

And she did. She spun Charlotte in circles, her massive tail wagging with enough force to generate a light breeze.

"PUT ME DOWN! PASHA, PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT! I AM A GROWN WOMAN!"

"But you’re so tiny." Pasha said, pulling Charlotte back against her chest and cuddling her like a stuffed animal. "You’re Pasha’s little baby sister. The tiniest, cutest baby."

"I’M NOT A BABY AND I’M NOT—MMMPH—"

The rest of Charlotte’s protest was lost as Pasha smothered her deeper into her cleavage and began to sing a nursery rhyme in a surprisingly melodic voice.

"Tiny Charlotte, tiny Charlotte, smallest of them all~"

"Pasha loves her tiny sister, even though she’s small~"

Mika, still standing beside Maria, spoke as though narrating a nature documentary.

"Pasha loves to tease Charlotte about her height. Though ’tease’ might not be the right word. In Pasha’s mind, small and weak things need to be protected. Charlotte is the shortest of all the sisters. Therefore, Charlotte needs to be protected by being cuddled aggressively."

"Weak?" Maria scoffed. "The girl who can control literally anyone in the world with her blessing is weak?"

"Pasha’s mind operates on a different logic." Mika explained helplessly. "Bigger equals to stronger. Smaller equals to weaker. It’s that simple for her. Charlotte could conquer nations with a whisper and Pasha would still think she needs to be wrapped in blankets and fed warm milk."

Maria watched Pasha continue to smother her sister, and something clicked.

’She’s like a mother wolf.’ She realized. ’A mother wolf playing with her cubs.’

"Pasha!" Astrid’s urgent voice cut through. "Please put Charlotte down—she’s actually turning blue! She looks like she’s about to suffocate in your chest!"

Hearing her name, Pasha turned to Astrid and dropped Charlotte, who hit the ground with a wheeze, gasping for air.

But Pasha had already lost interest.

"ASTRID!"

She pounced. Astrid had maybe a second to brace herself before Pasha’s arms were around her, lifting her into the air too.

"Pasha missed you! Pasha missed you so much!"

Then Pasha’s eyes found Astrid’s seven magnificent tails, and her face lit up like a child on festival day.

"Ooooh! Your TAILS! Pasha missed these more than ANYTHING! So soft! So fluffy!"

"Pasha, be careful!" Astrid squirmed as Pasha buried her face in her tails. "They’re delicate!"

But Pasha was already rubbing the tails against her cheeks like a cat high on catnip.

"They’re PERFECT! Pasha tried to recreate them with her blessing but it never works! They never feel right! Only Astrid has the perfect tails!"

"Pasha—you can’t just pull on them like that—"

But Pasha was beyond hearing. She was rubbing Astrid’s tails against her cheeks with the blissful abandon of a creature that had found the softest thing in the universe and intended to never let go.

Astrid’s carefully groomed fur ,which she spent hours maintaining was being ruffled, squished, and destroyed.

"This is going to take forever to fix." Astrid whimpered.

Then Pasha’s roving eyes landed on the small white fox still nestled in Astrid’s arms.

"A FOX!" She gasped. "A little fox! An adorable little fox!"

In an instant, Aster was under intense scrutiny, Pasha’s face inches from hers.

"Hello, little one! Pasha’s name is Pasha! It means wild and ferocious! Pasha’s mommy gave her that name because Pasha was very bitey as a baby. What’s your name?"

Aster tilted her head. Her blue eyes blinked once and then twice.

"She doesn’t understand human speech, you idiot." Astrid said.

"Oh! Silly Pasha!" Pasha slapped her own forehead with enough force to echo. "Of course the little one doesn’t speak human language." Then her face lit up. "But Pasha knows exactly how to talk to her!"

Before anyone could stop her, Pasha dropped to all fours, arched her back out, and from her throat came a sound that no human should have been able to produce.

"Awooooooooooo!"

A long, authentic wolf’s howl that echoed across the parking lot and into the night sky.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Astrid shouted in horror. "Aster isn’t a wolf! She’s a FOX!"

But to everyone’s absolute shock, Aster,.who had been resting peacefully moments ago bounced out of Astrid’s arms, hit the ground, and immediately began howling along with Pasha.

"Awoooooo!"

"The fox is howling?!" Charlotte’s voice was a squeak of disbelief. "Since when do foxes HOWL?!"

And it didn’t stop there.

From the nearby forests, a howl answered.

"Awoooooo!"

Then another.

"Awoooooo!"

Then five more. Soon, the entire city of Solaris seemed to be singing, every wolf within miles joining the chorus, calling out to the night, all in perfect sync with Pasha.

Maria clapped her hands over her ears. "How is she doing that?!"

Mika was infuriatingly calm. "Her blessing. Something like this is nothing for her."

Maria was about to ask what exactly her blessing was, when—

"ENOUGH, PASHA!" Anya’s voice cut through the din, sharp as a blade. "You’ll shatter every pane of glass in the city if you keep on howling and our family will have to pay for all of it!"

Pasha ceased.

But only because she had already spotted her next target.

"ANYA!"

She pounced. Anya, for all her composure and strategic brilliance, went down like a bowling pin.

Pasha had her pinned to the ground in an instant, one massive hand on each shoulder, her wolfish face hovering inches above Anya’s.

"Pasha missed you too!" Pasha declared. "You’re still so scary. Pasha knows you could probably kill her if you really wanted to. But Pasha also knows you would never, ever do that, because Pasha is too cute and adorable!"

Then she began to lick Anya’s face.

Not a small, dainty lick. Full, sweeping strokes of her tongue, like a dog greeting its owner after a long absence. From chin to forehead. Cheek to cheek. Across the nose. Into the hair.

"Pasha—stop—my glasses—PASHA—"

"I missed you, scary sister! Pasha loves you so much! Pasha is going to lick all the scary away!"

"There is no scary to lick away! PASHA! MY HAIR!"

Maria watched the scene with something approaching awe.

"This is the first time I’ve ever seen Anya look genuinely panicked. She always has that little smile. Always. And right now she’s—she’s flailing."

"It’s always been this way since we were children." Mika said with a fond smile. "No matter how much anyone tries to control Pasha with commands, threats, bribes—Pasha simply doesn’t care."

"She’ll just rampage straight through every barrier and straight into your heart."