The Misadventures of a Fox

Dash was sore. Very sore. Her muscles rebelled against her with every step.

Was the night with Dustin worth it? Yes.
Did she regret it one bit? No.
Was she still ludicrously sore? Oh Gods Yes.

She grumbled as she walked down the path into the Everfree. She tried not to glance at the chuckling fox next to her. “Don’t, this is partially your fault.”

“Oh no, it’s entirely my fault,” Dustin agreed. “But I think Rarity would be impressed with my skill with my hands. I didn’t take my pants off and you’re sore all over~”

“Shut it.” Dash growled. There was a moment of silence. “Sorry about your bedspread…”

“Eh, it’s fine. Rares made sure I had like three extra sets,” the fox waved off her concerns. “So you’re sure this alchemist lives close yeah?” His ears twitched with all the things he was hearing in the forest.

“Oh yeah. Trust me. You’ll know it when you see it.” Dash nodded. “And nothing comes around the path since we actually dug it out.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t hear like three things deeper in the forest,” the fox grumbled. “Seriously, I think it’s taking offense that it’s failing to kill us.”

“We have enough back up nearby.” The prismatic mare commented. “Oh, did you hear, Jojo’s actually trying get an actual guard post established for Ponyville.”

“...We didn’t have one?” Dustin blinked a few times. “...That would explain all the Tuesdays,” he murmured.

“No. Something about budget or how large a town is or something.” Dash shrugged. “Oh, there it is. See that giant tree-hut-thing?” She pointed ahead. “She moved a little closer to the path. Think she said that the deeper parts of the forest made her unsettled.”

“Then she has common sense,” the fox deadpanned. It was an impressive house, to be sure. Reminded him of Twilight’s treebary. Huh, that was a thought.

“Anyone tried taking samples of this place and Twilight’s home to see if they’re related?” Dustin asked on a whim.

“From what Twi said, the library was magically grown.” Dash nodded at the approaching “house” that looked like it could easily house a witch doctor. “This was altered alchemically. Whatever that means.”

“...So neither of the trees are natural,” Dustin deadpanned. At Dash’s look, he threw up his paws. “Okay, so maybe I want to grow a tree big enough to have the world’s coolest treehouse in, can you blame me? Childhood dream, never had a treehouse.”

“I’m sure she can cook something up for that.” Dash nudged him. “You referencing that Mining Craft game again?”

“Nah…” Dustin waved a paw. “I’ll tell you about it later. For now, let’s see about this potion you want, eh?”

Dash rolled her eyes and knocked on the door. “Hey Zecora? Got a minute?”

“A minute for friends is quite alright,” the zeebra shamaness called back through the door. “I just set up a potion to simmer all night.”

“That’s great, uhm, can we come in?” The pegasus asked.

The door opened with a puff of colored smoke. Standing over a cauldron and putting a large lid on top of the glowing purple brew was, well...a zebra that was just about the same size as any of the other ponies. She was wearing quite a bit of golden jewelry as well, though it seemed mostly focused on her neck rings. Dustin tried to place where he’d seen that before and failed miserably. Though he had to admit, the mohawk mane she had was pretty sweet.

“Ah, Rainbow Dash, I see you’ve made a foxy friend. And you’ve brought him all the way here, to what end?” the shamaness posed, stepping down off a small stepladder and kicking it to one side.

“He’s muscle, just in case.” Dash shrugged, then winced, “On the note of muscles got anything for muscle pain and soreness? Especially around the wing bases?”

“Some muscle relaxant, I most certainly stock,” the zebra agreed. “But one of the ingredients I need quite a lot. Just a pinch will make it complete, but without it the potion is barely replete. I never can get any dragon scale, and without it, the potion’s power does pale.”

“There’s, like, two dragons in town.” Dash blinked. “Can I take the rest and just plop the scale in?”

“Do take care how the scale is gained, for if one of your feathers was yanked out, you’d certainly be pained,” the shamaness pointed out.

“Well duh!” Dash huffed. “I’m not just going to yank one out. I’ll ask for one like any sane creature would.”

“Well then, the potion you may certainly buy,” the zebra smiled. “I’ll take my payment from this handsome guy~”

Dustin blinked. That wasn’t normal, was it.

“So… What do you need?” Dash raised a brow. “And should we be nervous?”

“I hear this fox runs the nearby mine,” the zebra pointed out. “I could do with some cavemoss vine. It’s quite a potent ingredient in some potions, and should help stir up some motions. A trade is fair enough, would you not say? An agreement for some vines and you can go on your way.”

“...Oh, well that’s simple enough,” the fox sighed. “I’ll...pass word on to the mine, how’s that? If we come across what you’re looking for, we’ll have it sent to you.”

“A fairer trade I could not ask for, now take from that shelf potion number four,” the zebra nodded, pointing at one of the shelves around the hut.

“Okay.” Dash shrugged and hovered over to the shelf. She paused for a moment, not sure if it was four from the left, or four from the right. Shrugging, she counted four in from the right and grabbed the potion. “Thanks Zecora. Now, any special instructions, do I need to take it with food, before bed, in the morning?”

“Once you add the dragon scale dust, take it right before you sleep you must,” the shamaness instructed. “Allow it to work on your body overnight, and no longer will your muscles be full of pain and fright.”

“Great!” Dash grinned. “Dustin, want to ask about your treehouse idea?”

“Nah, I have plenty of time to figure out house-sized trees later,” the fox shook his head. “For now, you have a dragon to pester.”

“Right,” Dash nodded. “Now, who would be better, Garble or Spike? Wait… Isn’t Spike up in Canterlot today?”

“It’s possible,” Dustin admitted. “Something about setting up proper trade relations with my mine. What with a deposit at our disposal.”

“Oh right.” Dash blinked then flapped down to land next to Dustin with another wince. “Whelp, Garble it is then. Thanks for the potion Zecora!”

“No, thank you for the visit, my winged friend, I do hope your muscle pain comes to a swift end,” the zebra nodded at the pair.

Dash walked out, looking back to Dustin. “Coming?”

“Yeah yeah,” the fox nodded, giving a two-finger salute to the zebra before following his marefriend out of the tree. “Okay, so you go pester Garble about a scale,” he said, closing the door after them. “And then you need someplace to rest while it works.”

“I’ll just go bother him, then take it before bed.” Dash chuckled. “Wanna come with to the Jones’s place?”

“Let’s see,” Dustin deadpanned. “Do I want to visit the home of a woman that could kick my ass before I could blink and has said she will if it pleases her for the things I’ve done in retaliation to Geralt?” He pretended to think about that. “Hmm. You know what, I don’t feel like dislocating my jaw today, thanks.”

“Fine fine. I might see you later.” Dash rose off the ground with a flap. “All else fails, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mhm, you know where to find me,” Dustin nodded, petting Dash’s mane before she got out of range. “Now...what was I doing again?” he mused. “Oh yeah,” he snapped his fingers. “That’s right.”

Dash landed outside the house. It didn’t look all that different from any other house around. Shrugging, she trotted up to the door. “Hello?” She called out while knocking.

There was a thud from the inside, followed by a second.

“I got the door!”

“Fuck you! I got it!”

Dash blinked as there was the sound of talons. The door opened and a gray griffon hen grinned from the doorway. “Hai! You must be Rainbow Dash! Gilda’s told us so much about you!”

“Uh… Hi… Gabby, right?” Dash leaned away a bit.

“Dammit! This is your fault!”

“The fuck it is!”

“Sorry, Smolder and Gallus are fighting.” The smile never left her face.

“I can tell… Say is Garble in?” She asked the griffon.

“Yeppers! He’s upstairs! Want me to-”

“I’ll tell him!”

“No you won’t”

There was more thudding from inside.

“Everything okay in there?” Dash asked trying to peek around the griffons shoulder.

“Pffft! Oh, everything’s fine.” Gabby waved a talon. “They’re like this all the time. You’d think they grew up together.”

“Riiight…” Dash nodded.

There was a loud thud behind Dash. Said mare shot into the air with a “GAH!!!”

“Sorry!” Dash whipped around and saw an apologetic Garble. “Was faster than the stairs. You need something?”

“Ha! I got to him first!”

“The fuck you did birdbrain!”

“What did you call me?!”

“Hey!” Garble snapped towards the open door, still with Gabby in it. “Don’t make me separate you two! Do you want to get sent to Twilight’s again?”

“Sorry!”

“We’ll be good!”

The dragon actually snorted a burst of fire out his nostrils and growled. Then he sighed, shook his head, and looked at Dash as she landed. “S’up?”

“I have an awkward request.” Dash said with a wince.

“Dash, I’m like an older brother to you, it just wouldn’t be right.” He deadpanned at the mare with a sigh. “I still love you like a sister, though.”

Dash’s brain short circuited for a moment as her thought process crashed and burned. “Wut…” She blinked. “What?” She blinked again as a blush formed on her cheeks. “Gah! Garble, what the fuck?!”

Garble burst out laughing, only for it to be cut short as he winced and grabbed his left side with a hiss. “Dammit…”

“Whoa… you good?” Dash took a step forward and held out a hoof.

“Yeah, yeah…” He nodded letting go after a moment. “Just still paying for rushing in like a dumbass. Not a problem.” He shook his head and straightened. “Seriously though. You needed something?”

“Yeah, see I got this muscle relaxant potion from Zecora.” Dash waggled the potion. “I just need a dragon scale to make it take effect.”

“Oh, is that all?” Garbled blinked. “No problem.” He held up a claw and the tip started to glow like a white hot ember. He dug it right under a scale on his chest and tugged. There was a hiss and a pop and the golden scale came free. A little smoke wafted off of the area where the scale used to be. “It’ll grow back.” He held the scale out to her.

“Just like that?” Dash blinked. “Didn’t that hurt?”

“Yeah, barely.” He shrugged. “I’ve been hit by far worse. Like dad when we’re training.”

“But Jojo’s a girl…” Dash blinked.

“On the outside.” Garble nodded. “Anything else?”

Dash shook herself. “Nah. Thanks.” She hovered up off the ground and made to take off proper. “Tell Gilda I said hi, and tell Jojo that my foxfriend was too much of a bitch to show up in case your dad was here.”

“Ha! Will do!” Garble laughed with a wave.

The rest of the day for Dash was spent trying to relax. She didn’t want to take anything in case it messed with the potion. So the mare settled on just trying to nap in bed. Trying.

When evening came the mare looked at the scale and the bottle on her bathroom counter. “Right… What was it?” She wracked her unfocused tired-brain. She hummed. She picked up the bottle and blinked. Thinking was hard.

Shrugging, she popped the top off and pushed the scale in until it popped into the bottle. There was a fizzing as she restoppered the bottle and shook it. It changed from a green, to a gold and she assumed that that was a good thing. Grinning, the mare popped the top off, chugged most of the bottle, then set it down and restoppered it.

There was a not entirely unpleasant heat in her gut and she immediately felt drowsy.

She shook her head and trotted out to her bed. With a half-stumble she collapsed onto it and was asleep before she could even grab a blanket.

Dash awoke feeling… fan-fucking-tasitc. She blinked, staring at the cloud ceiling. The muscle pain was gone completely. Though… there was something off. Something she couldn’t put her hoof on.

She hummed as she got up. Her claws making little noise on the solid cloud. Her wings flapped gently as she yawned and a forked tongue briefly popped into her vision. That was weird.

Blinking slowly she walked into the bathroom. She turned on her shower. Then something caught her eye. There was something in the mirr-

A roar echoed across Ponyville.

Twilight blinked. That didn’t sound like Garble, or Smolder, and Spike was away still. Her brow furrowed. She went back to her morning book and coffee when.

~crash~

Something blue just came through the window.

“Rainbow can you not practice your morning stunts near my house?” Twilight deadpanned. “It’s too early.”

Something not Rainbow Dash got up from the wreckage of a bookshelf.

She was sleek and thin. Cyan blue scales shimmered in the morning light. A pair of four-clawed hands pushed the serpent to a pair of four-clawed feet. A long whip-like tail ending in a jagged lighting bolt-shaped spade of silver (that shimmered with prismatic colors) lashed back and forth slowly. Darker blue plates of bone ran from spade of the tail all the way up the spine. A pair of large wings flapped and folded, but not before the translucent membranes caught the light and shimmered with a rainbow of colors. A short muzzle, topped in dark blue boney ridges, grumbled a bit. A pair of silvery horns ran from just over the eyes and swept up off the back of her head and warped to look light jagged lightning bolts. A pair of slit-irised magenta eyes blinked any remaining daze.

The dragoness stood up fully. Almost Dustin’s height, Twilight mentally noted. “Can I help you? The dragon migration’s not for another month or so.”

The dragoness shook herself and looked around. Her eyes fell on Twilight and they widened. “Twilight!” There was something familiar about that gravelly voice. The dragoness made to bolt for the mare, but her legs didn’t seem to work right, thus she slammed head first into the table with a thud.

“You okay?” Twilight was now slightly concerned.

“M’good.” A groan came as a claw came up to grab the edge of the table. The dragoness managed to pull herself up and half-staggered over to a chair across from the purple mare.

“Sooo…” Twilight blinked.

“Twilight. It’s me.” The dragoness put a claw to her chest.

“And you are….” Twilight raised a brow.

“Dash! Rainbow. Dash.” The dragoness snapped.

“Rainbow’s not a dragon.” Twilight commented, sipping her coffee.

“Dammit, Twilight! I can’t-” The dragoness face-clawed and dragged the claw down her muzzle. “I am Rainbow Dash. Your friend. Element of Loyalty. I was mind-fucked by a changeling.”

“Mmmkay.” Twilight took another sip.

“I took a potion that I got from Zecora and I think I screwed up one, or two, or all of the steps. And I’m a dragon now, and I’m freaking-the fuck-out!” The dragoness slammed her claws on the table.

“Dash. Take a breath.” Twilight commented as she shifted her plate to be in front of her again.

“Twi I’m-” DragonDash blinked. “Wut.”

“Take a breath Dash, I can’t help you if you hyperventilate and pass out on me.” Twilight levitated a piece of burned toast (slathered in butter) and took a bite out of it.

“You- You knew it was me?” Dash blinked.

“Yep.” Twilight swallowed and took another sip of coffee.

“And… What you wanted to mess with me?” DragonDash’s eye twitched.

“Yep.” Twi nodded and took another sip. “Haven’t finished my coffee yet.”

“Dammit Twi!” Dash snapped and lashed out with a claw, only for it to reflect off a violet bubble that popped into existence a foot away from the mare. Dash yelped and shook her claw out like it’d been zapped. “I- Sorry- Everything’s weird. I feel weird and mad, and-” Her eyes filled with tears. “And I’m all weepy and stuff. Twi that potion fucked me up.”

There was a knock at the library door.

“Twilight? It’s Dustin. I came to check a couple books back in.”

Dash’s eyes went wide as her pupils shrank to thin slits. “Twi- Twi- Twi- You gotta hide me! He can’t see me like this!” The dragoness started to gasp for breath.

“One sec.” Twi called out then she looked at Dash. “Why not?”

“Because-” Dash paused for a sec. “I’m not me! He’ll think I’m a freak! I’m not his pony blueberry! I’m not-”

“Come in Dustin.” Twi called out. “Don’t mind me. I’m in my robe and finished my coffee.”

“Twi-” Dash let out a squeak. Her whole body stiffened as the door opened.

“So these books on the local legends were really useful to know about,” the fox commented as he stepped into the library proper. “I made some notes on what to watch for, because coming across something in the deeps that fits these descriptions will me-” He paused as he looked over to where Twilight was sitting.

Twi half-heartedly waved a hoof.

Dash pretended that if she didn’t move, he wouldn’t see her.

“...Twi, I was unaware you knew of a smoking hot dragoness,” the fox eventually settled on saying.

“Technically I do.” Twi sipped more of her coffee.

Dash slowly turned around to look at the fox.

“Well I’m fairly certain Dash isn’t the type to share me with more than Ivy, so with my compliment paid,” the fox tipped an imaginary hat to the scaled creature. “I’ll just look for some more books.”

“Dust- Dustin… Wait…” Dash called out, holding out a claw.

The fox blinked and looked the dragoness over. “Your color scheme and voice are familiar,” he noted. “Are you and Dash related?”

The draogness’s eyes started to tear up. “Dustin… I-It’s m-me… D-Dashie...”

The fox blinked a few more times and took a step towards the scaled creature, even going so far as to look at the sheen on her wings and tail, the color of her eyes...before sighing.

“Dash, did you follow Zecora’s instructions?” he berated her. “You were supposed to use powdered dragon scale, not the whole bloody thing!”

Dash sniffed, as her eyes started leaking. “I-I’m s-sorry… D-d-don’t b-be m-mad… P-Please...” She hiccuped as she started to shake.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Dustin said, gathering the dragoness into a hug and holding her. “Okay? Okay. I’m here.” He patted her back a few times. “I’m assuming there’s a fix for this, Twi?” he called over the dragoness’ shoulder at the unicorn. “I’m not manly enough to have a dragoness as a girlfriend. Especially if it’s also Dash. I don’t think there’s a male on this earth that can stand her awesomeness without having their face melted off now.”

“No… Don’t say that!” Dash shoved her face in the fox’s chest fluff. “Don’t leave me…”

“Dash, it’s a joke,” Dustin teased, playing with her ears. “You have to admit, there are probably perks to being a dragon. Fingers, for one. You can pick things up without using your mouth for fine manipulation.”

“Dustin. I think she’s a bit overwhelmed and perhaps a bit fragile right now.” Twi commented. “And as nice as having Tuesday's weirdness be this, I’d recommend just taking a couch and holding her until she can think clearly. And this is coming from the anti-social mare who has little to no concept of picking up on flirting.”

“I was just trying to get her to calm down, but sure,” the fox said, steering his suddenly accrued chest leech over to the nearest couch. After managing to get Dash’s butt on one of them, Dustin sat down and was immediately cuddled to near-death by needy dragoness. “Ack!” he coughed. “My ribs, I need them!”

“Gah!” Dash jumped and immediately let go. “S-sorry!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” the renamon chuckled. “Just, little more gentle?” he offered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Dash sniffed, doing her best not to turn into a mess again and just leaned against the fox. “R-right… treat everything… like an egg.”

“I mean I’m a bit durable, but you’re also crazy strong now,” Dustin pointed out. “So let’s cuddle and see how things turn out, okay?”

“Okay…” Dash took a breath. “Everything will be nice and slow… For once I think I’d like that…”

“Let’s just relax, together,” Dustin soothed. “I’m not going anywhere. I just think I’m going to need some sort of manliness upgrade to survive the awesome you’re putting out.”

“What?” Dash blinked as a metallic sheen of red appeared on her cheeks. “No way. Y-you’re super awesome already.”

“Have you looked at yourself in a mirror?” Dustin pointed out. “You already were an awesome pony, and you have to admit, dragons are pretty kickass. And suddenly you’re both?” The stallion shook his head. “Nope. Raiders of the Lost Ark levels of awesome here. I shall be melted by your might if I dare to look at it too long.”

Dash blushed further. “And what if this wasn’t permanent?” Then she blinked. “What’s Raiders of the Lost Ark?”

“I’ll have to share it with you,” Dustin commented. “In any case, you make for a dragon that looks like she should be revered in art across the ages. I’m surprised you made it this far without a fanboy horde developing.”

Dash panted and bit her lip. “Really?”

“Dash, one thing, before I throw a blanket over the two of you, did you drink the whole potion?” Twi asked, suddenly behind the pair, and looking a bit more awake.

“Ummm, I’m pretty sure there was some left.” Dash said after a moment, looking at the unicorn.

“Good. Potions are basically spells in liquid form. Thus, I analyze the spell, see if it’s permanent, and create a counter-spell in the case that it is. In so doing, I can also replicate the spell on a piece of clothing or jewelry.” Twi explained. “But, that can be later, I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower for maybe an hour.” She walked towards the stairs to the loft. Then paused and looked back. “If you two do anything, try to clean up, though I’d prefer you two not perform acts of depravity in my library.” With that she turned back and trotted upstairs.

“So, a bit calmer now?” Dustin asked, cuddling the dragoness closer by looping an arm around her.

“Yeah.” He felt a nod as Dash pulled away. “And any mood has been killed, thanks to Twi.” She chuckled.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t still cuddle,” the fox pointed out. “I think you could do with something comfortable and familiar.”

“So long as Twi doesn’t mind.” She sighed as she leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Dustin teased, running a paw over her side. “You’re a dragon. I’m pretty sure what you say goes.”

“If you say so.” She grumbled then pulled away and met his eyes. “You really like me being a dragon that much?”

“...Let’s put it this way,” the fox decided to answer diplomatically. “You’re still you, no matter what body your mind’s been put into. Dragons are just about as mythical as pegasi back where I’m from, so you’re awesome either way. Really, the only difference now is that you can spit fire.”

She blinked. “I can spit fire?”

“...Dragon,” Dustin pointed out. “Fire breath comes with the territory, remember?”

“I mean… Right. But like... I mean, should I try?” Her face screwed up in thought.

“You might not get the chance to later, but on the other hand, currently in a library,” the Renamon illuminated the upsides and downsides of the idea.

“Ummm, outside then?” She hummed. “But then we wouldn’t be cuddling.”

“I have an idea for that,” Dustin smiled. “We can go and not lose the cuddle.”

The dragoness’s face scrunched up. “Eh?”

“Let me show you,” Dustin said.

That was how Dash ended up standing in a field near the library to test her fire-breathing...being hugged from behind by her foxfriend.

“So… I guess I just inhale?” Dash asked. “We’ve seen Spike do it tons, he inhales.” She seemed to be thinking out loud.

“He probably also had to learn how not to do it too,” Dustin pointed out. “Twi’s the sort to keep lots of books around, I doubt he’d be living in a library unless he could turn it on and off at will. Otherwise he’d be spitting fire with every word.” She was warm to hug. A little bumpy, but she was like a living hot water bottle.

Dash took a deep breathe in. As she did there was this strange crackling noise. A scent of burning filled the air as Dustin’s fur stood on end.

Uhoh. The fox braced himself by giving the dragoness a light squeeze.

Dash exhaled and there was a flash and a loud electrical snapping sound.

Dustin had to blink the stars out of his eyes.

“Did you just breathe fucking lightning?” he asked over the roar of blood in his sensitive ears? To his hearing, his demand came out like a whisper, but he was practically shouting.

“Gah!” Dash jumped. “Quiet down!” She shook herself. And then blinked at the line of scorched black ground. “Dustin. I just breathed lightning.”

“I noticed,” the fox said, again a little loudly. “I think my brain heard that.”

“Dustin. What else can I do?” She tried to crane her head around to look at him.

“I don’t know?” the fox replied. “I’m shoddy on dragon legends. We could look it up.”

“Or... “ Dash blinked. “We could, you know, go talk to a dragon.”

“We kinda maybe shouldn’t wander away from the library?” Dustin pointed out. “Twi’s going to-”

There was a flash and Twilight Sparkle appeared in front of the couple. She was dripping. “I noticed the flash.” She blinked as water dripped down her wet mane. “And I’m not deaf.”

“Hey, Twi.” Dash smiled weakly.

“Hit anypony?” Twi asked.

“No!” Dash quickly shook her head.

“Good. Planning on doing anything stupid?” The mare asked.

“Just… go see Garble?” Dash had a hard time maintaining her smile.

“Cool. Have at it.” Twi shrugged. “I’m going back to my shower.” With that, and another flash, the mare was gone.

“Huh.” Dash blinked. “You know… She never said don’t leave.”

“...I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a tracking spell on us,” the fox admitted. “Okay. See the local dragons?”

“Sounds good to me.” Dash nodded and made to move. “Umm, gonna let me go?”

“I could do that,” Dustin hummed...while not letting go at all. Instead he shifted his grip so he was hugging Dash around her neck.

“What are you doing?” The dragoness asked, raising a scaly brow.

“Tryin’ to see if you could wear me around like a fur coat,” the Renamon teased. “That way I don’t have to let go.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, wrap your legs around my waist. I can give you a ponyback ride.” She huffed a little. “Don’t expect me to try to fly like this, the last time sent me through a window.”

“Fair enough,” Dustin chuckled, hooking his legs together in front of Dash’s waist. He hummed a bit in thought before leaning in and whispering to Dash. “If it were the other way around...pretty sure you’d think twice before saying ‘I’ll wrap my legs around you~’” he teased.

“Gah! Stahp!” Dash’s wings flapped in irritation.

“Heheh...We could always go back to my place for another massage session~” the fox taunted.

“Dustin, I am now a lightning-breathing beast with diamond crushing jaws and claws that can shred metal.” Dash snorted as she started walking. “For once, boning is the furthest thing from my mind.”

“Color me surprised,” the fox mused. “Pretty sure it was that need of yours that got us here.”

“Don’t remind me…” She groaned then suddenly chuckled. “You know, Garble lives with Jojo, right?”

“... This is sounding like a terrible idea all of a sudden… Is there another dragon we can talk to?”