Author's Note

This may be rushed but enjoy.

The Morning After

The first thing that returned to me was my hearing as I heard the sweet, sweet, sweet sounds of snoring on my left and gentle breathing on my right and I immediately knew who was laying where on the bed...or whets left of the bed.

Gathering up what little energy is left in this sucked-dry body of mine I lifted up my head to survey the room and see just how badly we damaged it in our little romp we had yesterday.

Now truth be told I was expecting the bed to be replaced what with the legs breaking and the bedsheets needing to be washed and cleaned before being reused, but the amount of claw marks, broken furniture, cum stains from both species living in this house, minor amounts of bloodstains from where they scratched and bit me along with me biting them in turn... and oh wow, there are so many feathers strewn about the room. And let's not forget about the myriad of stains that are just marking the bedsheets, the walls, the pillow that Gilda was laying on, all three of us, and the ceiling...

How the hell did it get on the ceiling?!

...no matter, I will figure it out eventually, but for the time being I am just gonna assume that I nutted so hard that it flew up and hit the ceiling with such velocity that it managed to reach that height.

And as I laid there on the bed, observing my room of the prior night's spectacular showcase of carnal lust and held-back desires, I can safely say that it was worth it.

'Punched out my V-card to my girlfriends and made an absolute mess of the room in the process... I bet my family would be proud that I am no longer legible into becoming the 40-year-old virgin and a wizard.'

With a slothful laziness I attempted to lift my arms up to try and pull myself into an upright position, but I found that both of my arms are currently pinned beneath both Greta and Gilda, one of which is using it as a pillow while the other is hugging it tightly to her chest while snoring softly into it. While I could be an asshole and tug 'em both free from my feathery jailers' grasps, I decided against it and let my hens hold my arms for the time being cause after all, I have nothing to do today but unwind and relax.

I have earned it after all.

I did my job, I fixed up Talon's End with the added unexpected bonus of saving it from destruction, became an Alpha for a Diamond Dog Clan and relocated them to an abandoned mine for their new home, discovered a new species that turned out to have been living there for centuries and was just barely surviving off of rations that was running out, befriended said species and their queen although I am worried that they might be doing it for ulterior motives and reasons.

I did all of that and came home to deliver a report to my king along with a trade request from the changeling queen herself, but in the current condition that I am in I am pretty sure that the king will understand that I postpone the talks until after I have cleaned myself up and made myself presentable.

And so, I laid there, staring up at the ceiling, looking at the splatter of baby batter that made it up there along with a few feathers that are also stuck up there somehow, the smell of sex clung heavy to the air and although I am spent and unable to continue, my body decided against what my brain wants and decided to once more rise to the occasion as I let out a groan of disbelief.

'Body...please...give it a break already. I fear that if we try to continue on anymore that I fear that it will fall off from overuse! I have been firing blanks after hour three! For the love of god if I go any longer, I fear my body will shut down all non-essential organs and functions just to keep going to appease these two! At least let me revitalize myself with water and some food before throwing us back into the pit!'

My body refused to listen to my mental requests of recouperation and revitalization, instead it did its own thing and rose proudly into the cool morning air, demanding attention and satisfaction post haste.

'I fucking hate you dick... where the fuck were you at when I needed you back home?'

And now I am talking to my cock as if it were a person, truly I must have lost my mind now.

Oh but Ian, you haven't lost your marbles! They are right there! Still in your noggin! And well...two still danglin' below the waist in their pouch just begging for rest after what they went through last night!

Every inch of my body went cold as I heard and felt that voice ripple through the air.

'You...you saw that?'

I could just feel that cheshire grin of hers slowly spread across that muzzle as she haughtily laughs from the aether.

Well of course I saw it! I saw it all and I must say that I am impressed with that little show of yours! I knew you had the stamina for a marathon what with seeing you back in Talon's End, but to see you go round after round after round with two hens, all the while trying to satisfy them both? By the chaos lords you are perfect! And who would've guessed that little hen hanging onto your left arm was such a screamer? With how reserved and demure she acts when in public or with you and Gilda, but when in the bedroom? I am surprised that the guard hasn't come knocking on your door yet to check and see if everything is alright. After all that scream was almost akin to one brought up with the onset of bloody murder or horrifying torture of the most heinous sorts!

But then again you did murder her with your dick.

'Oh my god Eris, what do you want?! I am busy right now just bathing in the afterglow of sex, why don't you go watch someone else fuck?'

What I want, my little human love-making machine, is to watch you fuck these two hens until they are unintelligible puddles of feathers who can't even remember their names! Cause when my father and I get out of our little stony prison, the first thing I am going to do aside from tilting every portrait in Celestia's castle is find you, take you to the nearest bedchamber, and ride you till my eyes fall out! And besides, I would watch someone else but one can only watch the maids and guards fuck each other so many times before it grows boring since they keep going to the same supply closet or unused guest room. It's not like ol' Celly and Lulu are going to be getting pipped any time soon.

I felt a part of me wilt at the idea of being ridden again so soon after what Gilda and Greta rode me through, but another part of me, the part that is still standing tall, proud, and possibly the last of the blood in my body, is at attention and begging for something or someone to touch it.

Eris must have noticed this because an apparition of her appeared before me, floating just above the bed and was looking at me with a pair of smoldering eyes as I see the chaos noodle lick her lips with barely contained hunger as she sensually drags a stubby bear finger across my cheek, caressing it as she looks at me with longing in her eyes.

When I get out of here Ian and when the world has been set free from its stagnation... and when I can finally be away from the responsibilities of my station, you and I can finally be together and rut like there is no tomorrow, for there will be no tomorrow for when we are done with this world. and with a saucy grin the female draconequus above me lowered herself down until her form was draped over me, her tail hanging off the side of the bed, her lion paw tracing my jawline as her body finally settled on me, her weight was nonexistent and her scent was faintly of candyfloss and chocolate.

'E-e-e-Eris? What are you-' I started to say something but I was immediately silenced when she placed a bear finger on my mouth and shushed me as she pressed her face into mine.

This is all just a dream you silly billy but it looks like it's time to wakeup lover boy. But don't worry for when we finally meet, this room will just be an example of what we are going to do together!

Tootaloo! and with a snap of her bear fingers the world explodes into a flash of brilliant white light and confetti and airhorns that assaulted my senses before everything faded to black for a second and returned just as quickly.

Looking around I saw that I was still laying in the ruined remains of my bed with Gilda and Greta still holding onto my arms, what with Gilda now laying on top of me and purring while Greta is still holding my arm to her chest but was nuzzling my hand with a smile on her beak.

With a sigh of relief, I let my head hit the pillow with a soft pomf before letting my eyes shut close again, letting blissful oblivion of sleep take me once more...

That is until it was that specific selected movement on the pillow that alerted by bedmates that I was awake allowed them to also finally wake up from their restful slumber.

Greta was the first one to act as she snuggled even closer to me by placing her head under my chin while Gilda remained asleep and let out a snort of sleepiness before resumed her snoring and snuggled a little more onto me.

“Mornin’ love, I hope we didn’t rough you up too badly last night.” Greta says as she stays under my chin as her purring vibrates throughout my body which felt great as an impromptu massage.

My body feels like it went through a marathon that took place in a storm as I felt every single sting from the claw and bite marks that lined my body like a perverse art piece. I guess this is that one thing the book warned me about when it comes to mating with griffons, that they put those claws to work and for those that are more into it, their beaks to bite and latch onto their mates.

Letting out a sigh of my own I let myself just deflate as my hens snuggled into my exhausted bulk, taking advantage of me by putting themselves in the best positions for warmth and closeness.

We stayed like this for a good while, the pair cooing at the contact while I was stroking their matted fur and feathers, loving their softness as I dreamed of what our future would be like.

Our family, the three of us with little ones of our own, doesn’t matter if they are biologically mine or adopted, don’t have an exact number of how many children I want but I want 'em, all of us sitting by the fireplace, enjoying one another’s company. Them growing up with families of their own, me being a grandfather to such an extended family, Greta and Gilda and I growing old together, me walking my daughters down the aisle, me holding my great grandchildren and seeing how large my family has become before finally being lowered into the ground, life over after having spent it in service to my new home.

A life fulfilled; a purpose completed.

That is the life I want…

But I don’t think I will be having that dream.

I remember what Eris said to me, that I am her champion, her ‘chosen’ one, that I am pressed into her service when I am done working for the king. If I remember all the games that had such things of gods having chosen champions and other such things, it will mean that my life is no longer up to me to decide. That my life in general is just an extension of their will, and that my life is no longer short and mundane…

But long and eternal.

‘Is this the life I wanted? To be bound to a god and be their tool to be used as they see fit? I was pulled from my home and cast into this one just because of what I am and what I can do? At least let me live my life the way I want to before pressing me into eternity!’

Greta must’ve picked up on my internal turmoil because she pulled her head back and kissed me on the cheek (which is hard to do with beaks) and bumped her head into my neck before speaking up.

“Is something wrong Ian? You have that look on your face like you are deeply lost in thought?” Greta said as she nuzzled into my neck again, hoping to garner a reaction or response from me, which worked.

Stroking her neck and rubbing my chin on the top of her head, I let out a rumbling sound of acknowledgement to let her know that I was listening.

"Yeah Greta, something is wrong... but it is just something that I can't help but worry about since this concerns me, and by consequence, concerns you as well." I said as my mind continues to roll through those select thoughts over and over again.

'I want a family, I want to live the rest of my life with these two hens, I want to see my friends happy, I want my home to be safe and prosperous.'

"What is it? Maybe I can help? And if I can't than with a few words here and a favor there I can find someone that can help you? Whatever is the problem Ian?" Oh Greta, my lovely, beautiful, sweet, sweet hen, whatever have I done to deserve your kindness and love?

I turned my head to look down at Greta, her eyes looking up at me, expecting to hear whatever woes I have to tell her.

"I want a family, Greta. I want a family and I am afraid that I am unable to have one." I said with a tad bit of hesitation in my voice, not entirely sure if she will understand what I am going through or what I am about to tell her.

"Whatever do you mean? During this particular season, and with what you did to poor Gilda over there, I am pretty sure that she is thanks to your 'generous donation' that you gave her. And if that donation of love wasn't enough, we can always try again later tonight." Greta says the last part with a purr, smiling deviously as I realize the intent of her words.

'Oh my god these girls are gonna kill me.'

"I am simply afraid that we are not compatible for children. I mean look at how different we are!" I said in a slightly raised tone, trying my best not to wake up Gilda as I did not want a repeat of last night's sexcapade happening so soon after the first one.

Greta, much to my shame, gave me a deadpan look as if I said something stupid and downright wrong that she had the urge to correct me on the matter.

"Ian, sweety, honeybuns, love, you do know that hippogriffs and kirins exist, right? If ponies can breed with dragons and griffons, and we the same to them and dragons, I am pretty sure that you and I can have chicks." Greta says as she baps me on the forehead with a taloned hand, clearly thinking that I was being stupid and that I didn't know such basic knowledge.

The look on my face tells her otherwise. I did not have that level of basic knowledge of this world. Hell, I am still missing a lot of basic knowledge of this world because I sure as shit wasn't born on it so half of the time spent at the castle is spent reading the basics from old tomes that are probably wrong on the topic.

And the look she was giving me in response was anything but positive, it was one of disappointment and annoyance.

"Oh, gods above Ian, are you serious? You mean you didn't know?" Greta asks me in a credulous tone, clearly wasn’t expecting me to not know something that was so basic and universal that one learns about this from either their parents or from school.

Pulling herself upright into her usual ‘proper’ sitting posture as she looks down at me.

“Ian, I am going to assume that from your homeland, wherever that is, that because of your lack of magic and quite possibly a lack of anyone else that lives there that isn’t your kin, that you thought that you aren’t compatible with other races? Am I correct on that assumption?” Greta says as I can only nod at her.

This naturally earns me a sigh of disappointment as my lead hen shakes her head at me.

“Well then, I guess we will have to remedy this problem by heading to the hospital in the upper district later today and speak with the doctors there with Gilda and see if that dream of yours is possible or not.” and with that said my precious Greta nuzzled me again before standing up on the bed and stretched, the sounds of her back and muscles popping from last night's fun time before shaking her head and ruffling her feathers into a more manageable state.

Gilda was still snoring like a lumberjack and was dead to the world. I forgot that she was a heavy sleeper and that only either the smell of food, the word 'coffee' being said out loud, or the sounds of someone dropping a armful of pans could wake this griffon from her beauty sleep.

Turning to look at me before looking at the sleeping loaf that is Gilda, Greta lets out a snort at her out-cold friend and shakes her head and walks out of the room lazily all the while still talking, "I swear, she can sleep through the end of the world but the moment something she loves is mentioned she wakes right up."

And then there was silence once more as I watched Greta leave our room, her backside shaking ever so slightly as I watched her tail slowly wave back and forth before disappearing past the doorframe and down the hall. Once she was gone, I let myself sag and melt into the bed, trying to merge and become one with it as allowed myself to deflate and unwind alongside Gilda, who is still snoring and only cuddles closer to me as I feel her tail wrap around my leg and starts to rub it sensually.

Casting my gaze around the room I can tell that we have done quite a bit of damage to it. Firstly, are the numerous myriad amounts of love stains that is just speckled all over the room, be it on the walls, the bed, bedsheets, our bodies, and the floor and ceiling, that last one I am still unsure of how it got there.

'Wow, I really did a number on Gilda and Greta...a bit odd that Greta wasn't as crazy as Gilda was with the baby rabies, maybe her time isn't here yet? A question for her for later I guess...'

Mentally shrugging to myself about Gilda and Greta being horny yet different levels of horny I went back to being a loaf in bed with Gilda purring against my side and the cool breeze of the early morning wash over us and try to clear the room of the funk we have created last night. While the two of us laid here and I let my mind turn off, a part of me did start wondering if what Greta said was right, that I didn't need to worry about having kids since it appears that hybridization between species was a common thing on this world.

Although I have never seen a hippogriff nor a kirin, I can only assume that ponies fuck even more than humans do if there really are hybrids running around without me knowing.

Then again, I have only been to Talon's End and Griffonstone, I bet the hybrids are more likely to be in towns that are either roughly more populated by ponies and griffons or ponies and dragons, if what Greta said is true, and who knows what other hybrids that are out there either she doesn't know or haven't been found yet.

An indeterminate amount of time has passed before I heard Greta shout loudly in the house, "Oi! Ian! Gilda! Breakfast is just about ready! Go wash yourselves before coming down here! I swear to the gods if either of you come down here and leave a mess behind expecting me to clean it up you have another thing coming for ya!"

At the mere mention of 'food' and 'ready', I watched as Gilda's head moved ever so slightly to the left towards the door, gave a few small sniffs at the air and let out a small mewl of happiness before snuggling into me more as her wings draped over my chest. It was cute that she made that sound and even cuter that she was using her wing as a blanket for me, but that cuteness ended when her eyes snapped open after her brain finished booting up and registered that 'breakfast is ready' and immediately bolted upright into sitting position as the two of us realized that we were both still connected at the hip.

The sudden sharp spike of pleasure rocketed up both of our spines, me more than her perhaps because I also felt the underlining layer of pain from being ridden hard and put away wet.

It would appear that after last night's marathon of pleasure that Gilda passed out on top of me as I am just now realizing why she was so close to me when I woke up. Feeling her clench tightly after moving the barest amount forced a grunt out of me and a moan from her, the two of us just looked at one another, me with the look of a drained man begging for mercy, and her, looking at me like a cougar who just found a lone hiker on a mountain trail who isn't paying attention to their surroundings.

"Gilda...please...I have nothing left to give. I need food and water, we can continue this some other time." I said as I tried to sit up, but Gilda had other plans as she pushed me back down with a hint of a grin on her beak.

At first I thought she was going to continue where we ended last night, but instead I watched as she struggled to stand up, her legs shaking as if they were made of gelatin and was barely holding herself together before finally standing up with a lewd squelching sound as I felt my dick flop onto my thigh and felt multiple wet blobs drizzle onto my stomach as Gilda falls to the side onto my right arm and lets out a groan of exhausted pleasure as she leaks last night payload all over the bedsheets and me.

"Ah gods...Ian, you are awesome! But next time...maybe ease up on the pounding? I can't feel my legs...or my anything for that matter..." Gilda says weakly as I just roll my eyes and start petting her neck which earned a coo of comfort from the exhausted hen.

"And whose exact fault is that hmm? Ms. 'I can handle that cock no problem!'? Ms. ‘Fuck me as hard as you can’ or ‘Don’t stop till there is nothing left’? You wanted me to be hard and rough with you and now you get to reap what you sown.” I said as I recalled the prior nights events, focusing on Gilda shouting for me to be rough with her and to go all out.

And truth be told I did, when your pent up from a prolonged dry spell and also being around such plump rumps for a year. It gets a guy thinking and fantasizing about what he will do when that first chance comes along and presents itself.

Let’s just say that karma came down hard, and in, Gilda last night and I have no regrets on such matters.

I may have gone overboard though.

Gilda, on the other hand… she is showing so much regret for her request.

Looking up at me with the saddest pair of eyes she can muster she mewed out a plea for help.

“Can you carry me to the bathroom? I don’t think I’ll manage to get there with my legs not wanting to move.” The normally bold, brash and tomboyish hen said with a massive hint of embarrassment as she hid behind her wings, which are barely covering her face as they were too busy fidgeting.

It was one thing to hear Gilda ask me for help with anything, but to see her at her most vulnerable?

I couldn’t help myself and coo at the display and sat up to scoop her up into my arms, bridal-carry style, and slowly stand up at a sluggish speed as my body was still reeling from being overworked and exhausted from the expenditure of energy from last night.

Naturally, Gilda did not like this one bit as it made her look weak, but in her current state she did not have the strength nor the energy to stop me from doing it, so she simply batted at me weakly all the while complaining on how it made her look weak.

I silenced her my kissing her on the forehead and nuzzled her scalp as I whispered to her that she can be weak in front of me, that I won’t judge her for her moments of weakness or femininity. Her flushed and flustered expression and demeanor was all it took to get me to shower her with kisses and for her to keep on weakly hitting me as I carried her to the bathroom so that we can get cleaned up for our morning meal.

Gently dumping Gilda into the bathtub, the large wooden barrel was already filled with warm water (I guess it used to be hot but since we were just lying in bed it cooled down enough to no longer be hot and scalding) and allowed her the first go to clean herself up while I went up to the mirror and inspect myself to see just how much I got clawed up from the two.

The ensuing silence was thick enough that one could cut it with a knife was all the information one needs to know as I saw the resulting night of passion one has when they are dealing with griffons. There are claw marks all over my back, arms, hips and legs, I saw multiple bite marks as well that seemed to line my neck, arms and face, a few even on my hands and there was one on my left butt cheek. I don't even want to know who did that, but apparently, one of them thought my ass was delicious looking enough to take a bite out of it.

My money is on Gilda that did that to me, no way in hell that Greta would do such a thing.

In all, I can safely say this without a shadow of a doubt that the moment I step out of this house, every single griffon, pony, dragon, diamond dog and whatever else is out there in the world will instantly know that I slept with a griffon and that I am not ashamed of it.

As I gazed longingly into the mirror to inspect the damage done to my body, a wet floppy object smacks me in the back of the head before plopping on the ground at my feet and getting them wet and soapy. Turning around and looking down I saw that the thing that smacked me was small wash cloth that we used to clean ourselves whenever its bathtime, the bar of soap currently resting in Gilda's talons as she rests along the back of the tub, her legs spread wide and her wings lazily resting over the sides.

"Well dweeb, you done admiring yourself or are ya gonna climb in and help me wash my back and wings?" Gilda asked in a playful manner as she wiggled her toes at me just as her tail poked out of the water and waved at me in a lazy manner.

Letting a snort of amusement at Gilda’s antics I made my way over to the tub before hopping in.

It was a bit of a tight fit, normally our tub would either fit my large ass or both griffons, but with me and Gilda in here it’s a tighter than a miser's purse.

With a bit of a grunt and some colorful expletives from both of us trying to clean one another while dealing with how small this tub is before eventually finding the best means of getting ourselves clean.

Plopping Gilda into my lap I focused on her back and wings while she scrubbed her front and my legs, neither one of us trying to arouse the other cause we both know that our food is done and that Greta would be super pissed if she found out that we were fucking in here instead of eating downstairs.

Well, let’s just say that we got done but not in a timely manner.

I can, with all confidence and honor in my name, firmly blame Gilda for the reason we are ten minutes late.

Greta was sitting at the table, fork in talons, with three plates full scrambled eggs (yes, griffons can and on routine eat eggs, they come from chickens, no it is not cannibalism or something of the related sort, just because they come from a bird does not make it so), some pancakes (waffles are better, fight me) and some toast, and when we arrived they were only slightly steamy instead of fresh off the pan and ready to burn the roof of your mouth.

As soon as the two of us walked through the doorway we saw Greta lightly tapping her mug of tea while giving us both a flat stare that clearly tells us that she knows what we did up there. Gilda looked sheepish and scratched the back of her head while I tried my damnedest to look innocent.

I failed.

Very hard.

Greta, to her infinite patience for dealing with our collective bullshit, said nothing on the matter other than that our food was getting cold and that she was wondering if one of us slipped on the soap.

Thankfully she doesn’t know that I nearly lost the soap when I was holding it, and it launched out of my hands and hit the ceiling before coming back down and hit me in the head.

The three of us are our food in silence, occasionally asking one another if someone could pass the butter or the pepper, but other than that it was a quiet affair.

Eventually the silence between the three of us ends when Greta taps the ceramic mug she was sipping out of with a talon and gets our attention.

“So!" Greta claps her talons together to gather our attention, "Gilda. Ian. We are an official flock now, what with the consummation of our union last night and that we all agreed to be in a flock together, let us lay out what is expected from one another.” Greta speaks up with some regal authority in her voice, grabbing our attention for the time being.

“Firstly, we all have a job or occupation of sorts that provides income for our little nest here, which is good as there may come a time when we will need it in the event of an emergency. Secondly, I know that sometime in the future we will be expecting or wishing to start a family. Gilda is already beating me to that particular race with her efforts from last night and this morning, if the creaking from upstairs was of any implications.” The Gilda and I blush faintly and look away from Greta, trying to act as if we weren’t just caught with our proverbial hand in the cookie jar again.

“Now, Gilda, I must ask you this question because your mind wasn’t all there during your heat, but now it is back, and we can all assume why that is.” Greta says with a bit of a smile as Gilda’s tail is flicking back and forth, her body language telling me that she is either nervous or worried about something.

Something very important that if I didn’t know better was something that I heckled my brother for doing without planning ahead.

The room immediately descended into silence as we all had our own thoughts while I was starting to get nervous as all hell because of what was implied.

And the consequences of said implications.

"Well...I am feeling better now and no longer feeling like I am burning up and have the need to ride the nearest male into the ground. Why do you ask?” Gilda replied back and it took her a moment for her bird brain to out the pieces together.

The moment she finally does figure it out her wings sagged to the floor and her tail thumped against the chair in stunned silence.

“W-wait… y-y-y-mean to say that I am… t-that he…” Gilda stuttered out while I was gripping the edge of the table tightly enough that my knuckles were starting to turn white from the pressure being exerted on.

With a safely nod from Greta I watched as the normally brash and tomboyish hen sitting on my right immediately explode out of her seat and fly into the air, all the while screaming in jubilant laughter and joy as I looked at her in confusion, not sure she was this happy or excited.

“YES! FUCK YES! Take that Gianna you pretentious cuntbag! I fucking told you that I’d start a family before you and find a mate that actually loves me! Suck my teats ya bitch!” Gilda shouted with unrestrained happiness and excitement as she pumped her fists as she came back down onto the table.

I was completely lost at the moment as I looked to Greta for answers or even a crumb of assistance on what is going on.

Luckily for me, my ever wise and smarter-than-me hen easily saw that I was lost and guided me through this explosion of emotions.

“Gianna is Gilda’s older sister, a bit of a cunt, rude, highly flirtatious and an overall lazy hen who is currently slumming it at some minor lords estate.” Greta says as she shakes her head in disdain for the harpy of a griffon.

“I see.” And really, what else could I say? Other than that this hen sounds like a classic gold digger and probably had her life handed to her on a silver platter if she is getting by this easily while her sister is working herself to the bone just to support herself.

Once Gilda came back down from her explosion of happiness and glee, she flew over and hugged us both tightly while nuzzling into my neck with a rapturous purring.

“Oh this is gonna be great! I can’t wait to tell my parents the good news and to rub it in to that stupid bitches face! Ho yeah!” Gilda kept shouting in excitement while me and Greta were happy for the excited hen but there was still one glaring flaw in all this.

Greta was the first to point it out to her while I served as the positive reinforcement.

“Gilda, love, you do know that you could not be pregnant, right? Just because our darling stud here released his seed inside you does not mean it was a guarantee success. Sure it may have calmed you down but for all we know he could have just cooked you down. We will have to go to the hospital in the upper district to get any conclusive results on the matter.” Greta says this as she pats Gilda on the back, calmly explaining to her while I was being supportive by massaging her sides.

This brought Gilda back to earth as she let out a sheepish laugh while sagging into our combined hug.

“Hehe hehe… yeah, right, that could be it too.”

“But you really want it to be so, huh?” I asked as Gilda nodded and let out a quiet mmhmm.

“Well then that settles it, you and Greta can go to the clinic or hospital or whatever it is called her today and see if your guess is correct, I have to check on my diamond dogs and hope they haven’t caused too much trouble for me last night. I kinda sort of left them alone when you two dragged me into the house.” I said as I remembered that I have to do more than just check in with my pups but also with my changeling companion and give my king a letter and some words.

Well, this is gonna be an exciting day.