A true mean sphinx has often something more to show. Garry here seems to find out what she actually want in life.
 
Wonderful thanks to Garry Berry for make this peaceful and amazing poster of our oc’s! Was such a inspiring result that i decided to write a little story for it. Hope you people will enjoy it. ^^
 
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Story By Bluesliver:  
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Peaceful Bathia:
 
Oasis is like islands in desserts. Life and lushness grow and thrive in these green areas with water as its center. The dark mountains and sand around this oasis were like the dead and lonely land, with the life in the middle. The palace of Bathia was this oasis. Almost isolated and only connected to the world with a dusty old cobblestone road there lead out to another road not far from the village Somnambula.
 
Long time ago was this palace a giant summerhouse for a royal pony family there no longer exist. Now it houses the almost twenty-meter-tall sphinx, Bathia. A sphinx there discovered ponies respect to the sphinxes and see them as wise advisors or maybe gods there can help you, if you offer them something they want. This idea inspired her to use ponies as slaves and make her own life sweeter, so she can impress other sphinxes.
 
The night was a bit warm, so Bathia had let the slaves there keeps the ovens there brings heat to the hypocaust (an ancient heat system there lets the heat from fire go under stone floors and make a whole room warm) go to sleep. She did not need to get sweatier in these times. Bathia walk down a long giant corridor with solid red granite floors. Every step was like a little shake in the ground, so the slaves there tried to sleep wakes up just to realize it was just their lord.
 
Her lovely fat curves made her giant light blue night dress waves like sails on a ship, in every step she took. The dress is open on each side of her legs, so she could take bigger steps. Solid bronze buttons helped to keep the straps right over her shoulders as she moved her naked plump arms as she walk. The many lanterns lighted her soft sand grey color skin and made her perfect long black nails shine. No one is sure how much gold there was used or how a gemstone in that size could exist for her tiara, but many was sure that this was a personal jewel for her, since she was often seen with that one. It made a perfect contrast to her black long hair there was set up with a fancy ponytail and few golden rings. Glowing big predators in amber color was a reminder of sphinxes are predators.
 
In one of the closed sections was there a big special garden there also was a prove of the sphinxes mysterious and secret magic. She entered down on the cold gravel road there lead her away into a nature there was in her size. Grass tall enough for a pony could get lost in it. Green and red flowers gave a warm harmony, while other plants were to give a perfect exotic nature. All this to create an illusion of this sphinx was normal sized as everypony. The trees was the only thing there was not in her size, but just normal as palms, peach, orange and other kinds of trees there produce sweet delicate fruit.
 
All this was hers, and this was her most private garden. A sphinx territory is not only a home but a holy place. When a sphinx has found a place they want to live in, they mark it with a magical spell from their tail and can over time expand it if they get smarter, collect magical objects or simple gets gifts from the ponies there wish their help. Bathia has helped to bring luck to war lords so they could have a benefit on their next battles. War brought Bathia slaves as return from warlords, while peace brought her gold, jewels, gems, perfumes, rare woods, and sometimes rare artifacts that both could be holy for ponies and sphinxes. All this to show for her guests and impress others, like a classic ruler there wish respect and dream about pomp and splendor.
 
In one of the corners of this garden was there a pond there for her size was just a little pool. Huge lotus flowers in the water, big rocks there made the frame around the water, gave this pond a nice nature look there made a perfect mirror to the stars and reflections to the moonlight. As the last thing, hundreds of meters long garlands hangs over the pond made it looked like a closed little area as the moonlight in the water reflect on it.
 
A little smile was giving from Bathia’s lips as she let her dress fall down and revealed her feminine fat curves. A belly there shakes with every step, large hanging breasts, and wings so gigantic. What a goddess she was. She let her giant body sink down in the water and made a small moan sound there showed how amazing cold the water was around her fur. Only her shoulders where over the water now.
 
Moments like these is like a little hiking in your own mind. Bathia felt how the water cold her sweaty fur down so the blood flows slow in her body and head. Almost a quit night. Sounds of the dessert wind and the giant leaves on the flowers there waved in the wind was the only thing she could hear. She closed her eyes for go into herself. She could see it. A sphinx, bigger and more pretty than everyone else. A size there will make the earth looks like a golf ball to her. Flying and travel in the universe as a goddess there has the powers to decide who lives, who dies, what she creates and what will disappear.
 
But the most important is that she is noticed. Everyone knows her name. Everyone sacrifices to her to get luck in life, love, hope you will get healthy or simple because they love her beauty. Yes, this is what dreams is really made by: Our infinite thoughts there seems to live even after we are dead. For dreams are not dead because you are. They live in the universe and will maybe come back to another person’s mind in a new life and make them come true. Bathia smiled over these thoughts
 
“Seems that this kitty have problems with the heat tonight”, said a little male but a bit annoying voice from a guy there sure felt brave for saying that.
 
Bathias eyes opens up like a predator there got its perfect nap spoiled by someone. “Who in the whole palace has nerves to talk like that to their goddess?!” asked Bathia with a grumpy and almost aggressive tone. She looked around to see where this voice came from. There she saw it, close to a oversized pretty rose stand a mint green stallion with wild and almost messy hair with blue and green stripes in it. The rose made him look like he was a mouse as he smiled like he was speaking to a sweet teenage girl.
 
Garry Berry was his name. From far away had this stallion traveled to meet Bathia again. A silly mind with a lot of the weirdest and yet tasteful thoughts was some of the best details you could describe him. Garry have heard about Bathia months ago from different ears, all about her goddess body and mysterious magical ability’s and life. These roomers made him curious to meet a true sphinx. Believe it or not, but Garry was one of these stallions there love to explore exotic creatures, even if it might be dangerous. Normal strangers will be turned into slaves for break into her palace, but this little male one always had a strange ability to find loopholes in the laws. Months ago, he tricked her to let him come and go as he want.
 
“Hello Bath Bath. Oh? I just realize that you are Bathia and you are in a bath? Get it?” commented that little stallion there smiled interested to Bathia. He walked closer to her as he gave a smirk smile to her.
 
“A month… can’t there go a month before I need to look your annoying little face, with Thots beak?!” She said loud as she splashed the water with her arms, so a big wave of water made Garry fall on his back.
 
“Wow wow! Oooof! Aaaarh, see there. Now I am wet, but at least not that sweaty anymore” said Garry as he stood up again. But he seemed to have fine with it, as he started to take his shirt off. “You will not be free from me that easy, your beautiful kitty.”
 
Bathia had her face buried in her hands as Garry walked closer to her. “Give me mosquitos, bad harvest, running out of flour, yes I will even want Siwa (The Sphinx) come here and hear her speak about her friendship to that little pegasus Somnabuwa or what she was called, if I just can be free from you!” said Bathia as she hit her hands down on the rocks on her sides. She looked on her right her hand and realized she had broken a nail. “Just been here in 30 seconds and you already ruined my body with just saying something.”
 
Garry sit down on the rocks only few meters away from her arms so he easy could see up on her face. He crossed his legs as he searched for his words. “Well, I was just bringing some jokes, and let us be honest, it was your fault. I was not the one there hit down my hands, just because I could not take a joke”, he said really satisfied in almost proud face.
 
Bathia rolled her eyes as she pull her hands down in the water and look at him, showing her sharp lion teeth’s. “What do you want this time? Are you here to make me stuck into another stone arc so you can slap my butt, use my breasts as your personal bed, or put some food color in my meal so I get rainbow tongue again?” grumbled Bathia as she impatiently waited for Garry’s answer.
 
“Wow wow relax. I will just talk” answered Garry as he lifted his hands to signal, she needed to cold down. “We had got problems before with my… play stuff. Annoying is something many will describe me, but you know what? It’s my way to show how I love or care of someone”, said Garry as he laid forward for look more serious.
 
A lifted eyebrow of confusing and a slowly closed mouth showed up on Bathias face, as she tilted her head. “Gifts like food, handcrafted objects there are made holy by priests, poems there describe your status and your moments in life are these gifts I am interested in. The volunteers there comes here to serve me offer amazing gifts and poems about what sphinx I am. So why, why do you think that your small game tease stuff will make ponies like you?” asked Bathia there before was in her perfect moment now got a burning fire in her there got more dangerous as it spreads into her nerves.
 
“It’s how ponies better remember me” he answered and kept his stare up on her, that made Bathia wonder how this even was better. “I could just have been nice, speak sweet, offer ponies tea, chocolate or other things. Sure, I can do that to many ponies or creatures there do not know me, but for others I really care, I know they can take my personality and games. You sure find it annoying now, but in the future, you will look back and think something else.”
 
Bathia’s reaction was completely silence. She laid back and look out into the air as her thoughts flies around in her head. Some slaves had made fun of her few times, but they often got punished for it or been forgiving. Garry had almost always got away with his jokes and stupid stuff because he often found a way to escape her in the right time. Not always did that happen, and in these moments Bathia has enjoyed punishing him. Often the same way he got her, like colored his body in rainbow dry. Garry was not a slave, but he was something on his own. He was again the one of the few there had outsmart her so he could enjoy her company as her equal, instead of a simple slave. Garry must have some deep interests for her, if he still risk all this to visit her.
 
“So you will deny that we don’t got any great moments?” asked Garry to her as she still stared out in the air. Her feelings must be complicated since she did not answer him, but just look for and back on him a bit sadly. “Maybe we can do something we both will enjoy?” said Garry there took a big bottle of some of Bathias favorite massage oils.
 
“Speak the truth, is that really how you care for a godd… person like me?” asked Bathia and looked on him like she will not care about their former talk. She just holds around her broken nail.
 
Garry nods as he took the bottle and walk closer to her with his tight wet pants there hurt him a bit. “Oof.. yes. I am speaking from my heart and say that you are the most majestic creature from the dessert lands. An emerald in the infinite sand”, answered he as he stopped to take on his pants. “And.. with your permission, I really need to get out of these pants.
 
“Eh, fine. But if you trick me with a oil there makes my fur fall off, then I will make sure that to send you home without any cloths, hair and fur”, said Bathia as she sounded like she don’t even care and rolled with her eyes. Yet, Bathia still put herself deeper into the water so Garry could sit on her shoulder to oil her neck, in his naked mint green body.
 
//picture happens//
 
A nice little whistle come from Garry’s small lips as his hands pushed and massaged Bathia’s thick fat neck. For Garry, this was so wonderful. Bathia was perhaps not a goddess, but for him she was. Only a goddess could have a life like her, have a body there alone can lure many kinds of creatures to her for offer their service. Just to see her smile or give a simple thanks would be a gift enough, while touching her body, brush her hair or paint her nails will be a trophy.
 
Moan sounds, closed eyes and a relaxed body was everything Bathia was doing. She moaned like when someone massage her wings or the center of her back. Two sensitive places on a sphinx. If Garry could hear her thoughts he would sure be flattered. “This stallion? I have seen many many stallions there fallen in love with me. Why does he feel… different? Dose he uses some kind of pony-magic or is he really trying to become close to me? I must find out something.”
 
“Bug thing? I mean… Garry. If you really care so much for me, why are you not offer your life to me as a slave?” asked Bathia as she looked down on him, but could not move her neck that much, so she could only watch some of his green and blue hair.
 
“My life and person can’t stay in one place all the time. I want to see and explore. I have friends, family and others there means a lot to me. You are become one of the things I really enjoy. Someone I always will come back to. If it really bother you that much, then I can slow down my small joke stuff if I can get permission to massage more of your body” answered he and even giving her a little lick on her chin.
 
Ponies will forever be one of the most weird creatures. Sphinxes are maybe the symbol of mystery and the unknown, but for Bathia, this stallion is a mystery as a pony. A mystery that she wanted to stay close to her.