Baa-Ram-Ewe!

-Petopia, early morning the next day, travelers’ tent, Pom-

Having met a pink furred Chihuahua named Mam last night, probably short for something, I was getting an inkling that something was going on given that she was likely an alien canine given she knew Tusky.

Did I really want to know what was going on or was I going to try and ignore it to just let Dolly deal with it, because she obviously was going to try to keep me out of it.

Well I welcome that she was willing to take on that challenge, but I wasn’t exactly ignorant of her attempts at subterfuge around Tusky… Dolly could normally do subtle, but Tusky being present was ruining her ability to think.

If I see a hint of trouble I would still act regardless of how hard everyone tries to prevent me from seeing to the problem.

Now why was I bringing this up? Well I woke up with several dogs on me... Shanty would eventually count as salty dog.

I sighed audibly, should really sell my services as a really comfortable living pillow. I could absolutely make a living out of it.

Mam was adorable taking up my left hind leg, Dormarch was snuggled up against my left side and Dolly was snuggled next to Tusky on my right.

My front right leg was taken up by Shanty who had an empty rum bottle next to her. Her unique constitution clearly being the only reason why someone as young as her isn’t a drunkard.

“Everyone, I need to officially go to the bathroom!” Calling this out in as flatly and bluntly a manner as possible, I quickly got some reactions. Dormarch’s was rather instant given he hasn’t been sleeping very well and had been tossing and turning up to this point in his sleep, he was up immediately and trying to help me by shoving everyone off of me.

The one problem with being a living pillow, I still needed to answer to nature’s call.

-Five minutes later-

“So I figure I’d head to the beach for the day with Dormarch and Marshall, if you want you can join me and help ease everyone into our presence here in this world. I’m going to be working on Marshall and I’ll be primarily spending time with Dormarch first, I intend to spend time with Dodo, Shanty, Smolder, Ocellus in any order and then finally Dolly will be last to have a day to me all to herself.” My reason for saving Dolly for last is to let her have some time with Tusky, mostly to give her a chance to get it out of her system over the next few days.

I started preparing for the beach, both Dormarch and Marshall were going to help me carry stuff. Smolder and Ocellus were going to join me apparently. Jade, Trip and Quincy were going to be our acting guides and might ask some others to join in on the fun.

As for Shanty she had other ideas in mind and intended to explore the place, as a pirate she was always going to want the lay of the land and only visited the beach yesterday and wanted to look around more today with Dodo.

Tusky, Mam and whoever else will inevitably get involved in whatever crazy trouble they have going on, as long as it wasn’t anything too big I wasn’t going to worry about it. I wasn’t going to bother as Dolly could feasibly handle it without my help and would call for me if she needed any, plus I trusted Dolly to not jump into things blindly as far as her thing for Tusky was concerned.

So I’m wondering when someone was going to point out that they could actually understand Dolly despite her still speaking in barks unlike everyone else. I guess we were still trying to get over the trauma and used to our new circumstances, but I’m sure as soon as we leave this realm Ocellus, Shanty and Smolder would no longer be able to understand Dolly, unless she was singing that is.

“So anyway, Marshall, the beach will help us train you to recognize your problem safely and you’ll be less clumsy by the time we’re done. I’ll explain when we get there.” If I were right, then one of Marshall’s issues is his paw pads and or his inability to recognize obstacles in his exuberance.

Aside from the clumsiness, he was actually fairly acrobatic for a puppy as Dormarch found out when they were playing tag. Almost as good as Dolly without her magical abilities actually and that was saying something about the oddities surrounding Marshall.

-A time later behind the circus tent, Dolly-

“So Brainy is feeling a bit off?” Elephant Mongrel asked as she called her friends who were apparently almost done setting up in space. “Oh, okay then… that was Hot Dog, he says Brainy is having something of an episode after seeing Pom and has apparently built a shrine to her and is experiencing some sort of slow decent into madness? Otherwise she’s okay and while there is something about Pom that I like, I don’t think I’d go that far. He’s almost done cordoning off the planet with Tail Terrier and Bull Dog helping put up a the rest of the protection satellites. So we’ll eventually have backup to help us look for Snooky Wookums and Agent 9-L.”

“Yeah, that shrine thing happens around Pom more often than she thinks it does.” It wasn’t like my family hadn’t done it either, because my family certainly did have a shrine to Pom and it was a little disturbing how common the occurrence was becoming.

At least our shrine was simply a modest portrait done by my sister Da Vinci since Pom was family, we weren’t worshipping her like some kind of goddess. Goodness knows I’m not going to do something as ridiculous as start worshipping Pom, she’s definitely mortal even if she was exceptionally cuddly.

“So, bad news, Pocus can’t return to Petopia since the way he exited the world broke something in the time stream, something about being in three places at once being a really bad thing and needing to wait a month before he can fix things on his end. That said, he’s still managed to contact us with magic despite us being apparently time locked in the region of this planet here, he caught Isis red pawed and got that thing she stole while denying her the use of her personal key to Paw-tucket. Isis is a decent thief, but combat was never her thing and it was highly likely she was going to meet up with those felonious felines we’re after, as they have worked together in the past. Pocus intercepting her means one less problem for us to deal with and there was mention of something stopping Isis from whatever the original plan was. I’m never going to understand magic and how it works on this world.” Right there with you Mum, well magic outside what I can already do anyway. Still trying to learn more anyway. “To that end, I’ve recruited some local help named Scoot Racoonerson, a really friendly racoon. Scoot got into this world by saving a dog’s life by getting an old onion away from them, mostly by eating it.”

“Aren’t onions just as stupidly poisonous to raccoons?” If there was one thing my step mother Delilah made sure of, it’s that we never, EVER, ate anything dangerously lethal to our health while making sure we look out for other animals so they don’t make that mistake either.

“The owner of the dog, who fed his dog on the porch that Scoot hung around, saved Scoot’s life after he made himself sick doing that… and was so happy that Scoot survived the experience that he got a way in to being here, quite a noble raccoon.” Well that sounded pretty cool Meme. “He’ll be helping us with locating Snooky as he’s our current lead at the moment. Now, before we go find Scoot… you need to know what we can do and we need to know what you can do. We at least know you are acrobatic, if even half the stuff you exaggerated about with that ‘crime city crisis’ story actually happened.”

“Well my board and helmet you already know about, I learned acrobatics from following a squirrel buddy of mine around. As for my more unusual abilities… all of them are based in magic. My body is mostly normal otherwise without magic being involved.” So I went down the list, wind magic, double overall speed boost for a few minutes, forcing things to float out of control or enter a controlled float state for my allies, minor gravity control, my ability to manipulate momentum on contact, my ability to counter rapid fire attacks by blocking them and my recent ability for ice magic. “There’s also this thing where I see a green triangle sometimes, don’t know why… but it allows me to do some really weird over the top stuff like throw killer whales around.”

“Having met Pocus, weird can be a pretty wide definition. So you are fairly powerful eh?” Wouldn’t actually say that Tusky.

I still felt weak compared to Dormarch who turned into some kind of giant wolf demon thing, but apparently he’s quite traumatized by it given his problems sleeping even with Pom's help. So really, power isn’t everything, but it is quite nice to have when you needed it the most. I should get in some time with my little bro while we’re here, not even Tusky could get in the way of that.

“Actually, I have limitations to how often I can use magic actively. I use too much magic without refreshing through several means and I get a painful migraine or will pass out immediately.” Yeah, Aeroga was going to be a bit much for me and it allowed me to unleash a raw force of nature that reminded me of my brothers and sisters hitting things like a tidal wave. If it hadn’t been for that giant turkey, my first use of it would have really helped things. “For an image of what that feels like, it’s like someone drove an axe into my skull without intending to kill me… and I actually survived afterwards.”

“Yikes, so that trick you did on your skateboard the other day?” Puffing up with pride at Tusky’s concern, I answered his worries easily enough without being a complete stuttering red faced mess either.

“Nope, that wasn’t magic, it was just my raw skill with a skateboard. Don’t need to use magic to do big things.” I said proudly. “I already know what Tusky can do, so what do you do Tum? With a name like Gargantuan Butt, you must be able to get pretty big right?”

“Yeah, heard you had a problem names, so I’m not going to take it personally when you keep getting mine wrong.” Here Ma’am looked upset about something as she ran a paw through the fur on her head. “You see, there’s a reason I’m with Dog Star Patrol. It’s because I’m actually a failure of my particular species.”

“What?” My confusion was met with a sad pink Chihuahua wilting in on herself and rubbing her front left leg with her right paw.

“Mammoth Mutt, has a history of not being able to live up to her people’s natural talents eh.” Tusky has pretty much stated that he lived up to his… so eventually he’s going to be the size of a large bear. That was going to be really hot to imagine, I probably won’t be around to see it. “You’re in Dog Star not because of your abilities, though it certainly helps that you’re really naturally durable regardless of whether they are active or not since we lead dangerous lives, it’s that you have heart and plenty of spunk for the kind of work we do eh!”

Well she did wear a collar with a heart shape on it.

“Yeah, being a runt doesn’t help at…” Grabbing Mammoth Mutt’s face with my paws, I glared into her eyes as sternly as my step mother would.

“Nope, nobody in my family uses the ‘R’ word and I don’t want you looking down on yourself around me and referring yourself like that either. Do you understand me?” Nobody said ‘runt’ in or around my family without it being addressed, big sister prerogative and all that. Even if Madam here isn’t family, I had to set her straight. “Never think yourself lesser for being small. So are you going show me what awesome thing you can do ‘Cram It Tut’?”

Tusky was able to bore through most matter with a tusk that is one of the toughest materials in this universe, which was awesome, but apparently his body wasn’t nearly as tough as that one part of him. Still, he could dig faster than any dog could with their paws just using his tooth.

“Of course, then I want to see some of the things you can do!” Mammon Truck then inflated like a beach ball, it looked as ridiculous as it sounded with her regular sized legs, tail and head sticking out of her inflated body. “I have a hard time doing more than this, I can increase the size of my paws, head and tail by themselves, but not all of them at once like the rest of my people. I just stick to increasing the size of my torso… which I’m really good at by now. My people don’t get very big unless we’re using our ability, which is why my base appearance has barely grown even a few inches bigger from when I was a small puppy. It almost makes it look like I don’t age, so that's an upside to being me.”

-At the beach, Pom-

Marshall had several problems going for him.

For one, when Marshall leapt about without looking. He’s jumping, leaping and moving far better than a puppy normally could, it was apparent that his body was of a deceptively far lighter weight than expected despite his appearance looking healthy and normal compared to other dogs. So when he tripped over things, he went flying.

Another problem is that Marshall’s paws basically have no grip strength, which is what metacarpal and digital pads on a dogs paws are normally for. They usually stop dogs from slip sliding all over the place by being at the bottom of their feet. Marshall had an alien biology that made him have traction problems, so he had to be careful about his momentum.

The last thing was the most innocent and adorable of all, Marshall was just being an overenthusiastic puppy sometimes when he was clumsy. The other two factors of him being lightweight and slippery just exacerbated things, but easily being excitable was a part of Marshall’s problems as much as his charm.

“Good job Marshall, keep it up!” I was currently training him to recognize when he was losing control of his momentum and starting to slip. That he could even slip on sand was something interesting to see in action, you had to see it to even begin believing it was possible. If it were anyone else it probably would be… except I could basically make my wool frictionless and functionally do the same thing. He now looked like he was enjoying himself, he could almost skate on grass, cement and sand. “I think you got the general idea, you can work on it from here. Just remember to keep working on your coordination.”

“Thanks Pom!” Marshall had to throw his weight into turning and stopping, but I think he understood his problem far better now as he ran through a beach side obstacle course set up by the pets that came to the world of Paw-tucket.

“Dormarch come here, we need to talk!” I called out and motioned for him over to the blanket and umbrella, where I sat down.

Dormarch quickly flopped out of the sea onto the beach and shook his fur out, he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself in the water. He came up to be under the shade with me and was pointedly ignoring most of the other animals on the beach staring at his three tails, his fish scaled patterned black spots on his fur.

“Okay Dormarch, is there anything, anything at all, that you want to talk about or even want me to do for you?” I gave him a quick cuddle and nuzzled the top of his head affectionately. I could feel his enjoyment of just experiencing some love from me. “Now is the time to do so, since this will be my personal talk with you.”

“Mom, you are probably one of the sweetest beings to ever…” Dormarch was quickly cut off by a rude animal.

“Wow, look at the freak, what laboratory did you crawl out of?!” Stated the small sheep that came here naturally and wasn’t an alien or had unique biology to separate herself from all the other visitors in this world.

I, Pom, am a lambkin of 'mostly' great restraint… the sheep had managed to surpass most of said restraint in a single sentence and so few words were said. I could claw her face up, but I’m generally not a bloodthirsty individual… despite what my increasingly beast like nature might suggest in trying to fight off my even worse Chrysomallus nature.

So frankly, the little sheep was making an absolutely mountainous mistake on a level of stupidity never seen by others. I had twice her size and weight on her, she didn’t look like she knew the meaning of the word fight and I could so easily pulp her with a single bark blast. I had nothing to fear when it came to this natural selection award winner here and all the wherewithal to do with her whatever I eventually will.

“Excuse me, but what is your name?” I was immediately up and glared into her eyes.

“Petula Woolright…” Started the sheep.

“Stop.” She immediately did so and seemed to freeze in place from the tone of my voice, Dormarch tried to say something but I calmly held up my right hoof for him to remain silent. I sent him gestures of love, warmth and comfort through our bond as I ran my hoof down his back gently.

I turned to the nearby lifeguard on duty.

“Hey, lifeguard, can you please save her after I’m done with her?” I called out to the otter pet that was the acting lifeguard. “She apparently has made a grievous error in judgement that I clearly intend to rectify. I apologize for my coming actions before I do them, just know that she ultimately had this coming and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it. Is there anyone here willing to actually try and stand up to me for her before I act?”

The otter nodded and seemed to know exactly where this was going. Quite a lot of other pets seemed to be paying attention to this exchange as well. The otter went on standby by entering the water to make sure this Petula doesn’t drown.

I was at my natural size and strength unlike every other being here, I made for quite an abnormal sight myself here when everyone else was about a foot tall. Kind of like the alien dogs Dolly was hanging around with that didn’t quite fit in with the general size of the pets that came to Paw-tucket.

Speaking of canines, there were a number of dogs now glaring at the little sheep, nobody here was willing to step up or try to stop me from going full blast. That was kind of sad for this Petula, she didn’t seem to have any real friends that would stand up for her in this moment of crisis and try to talk me down.

Petula wasn’t very well liked apparently, but she obviously did something to get into Paw-tucket so there was the capacity for making others happy. Unfortunately that wasn’t going to help her here today.

A shimmer appeared in the air and I yanked Petula into my left hoof and glared, my eyes possibly turning to red as a flicker of beast mode entered them. She squirmed and found she couldn’t get out of my hoof that was now on her spine as my wool dug into her own wool.

Petula became quite petrified and wide eyed as I stared ever more deeply into her soul, my growling like a mother wolf about to tear someone apart for messing with my puppies in a negative way also helped.

“Never… call… MY SON… a freak… in my presence, or anywhere else for that matter… ever again. Do I make myself clear young ewe?!” My growled words had Petula rapidly nodding in terror, she was not getting any sleep tonight as she likely saw the fangs sharpening in my mouth.

I calmly angled my left hoof to point her at the ocean and released a spring wool at half a Thousand Spears worth of strength.

The little sheep went screaming across the water and even skipped painfully several times making several pained noised before flopping into the sea on her belly, it was a good thing it was a calm day or else the rough wave would have made it hard to retrieve her.

A pity, I could have done so much and far worse than splash her into the ocean.

The other animals on the beach broke out in cheers, and I turned my attention solely back to Dormarch who just stared at me completely gob-smacked.

“So, again, anything you want sweetie?” I asked with a heartfelt lilt in my voice. “I think they have ice cream cone made with pets in mind here… it’s quite a nice warm day out for it.”

“Sorry about Petula ruining your day, she’s always been kind of like that.” I turned to see a skunk coming up to me. “Heh, you certainly made a splash today. Names Pepper Clark, animal comedian and there was nothing funny about what she said to your… son I believe you said? Want me to skunk her when she gets back to shore?”

“Make it hard for her to wash the smell out of her wool, aim for her body… her face would just be going way too far. Also wait until the lifeguard gets clear, he’s just doing his job.” The look I received from grey and white furred skunk as she nodded and rubbed her front two paws together was an evil grin, it almost made me rescind the offer for some extra humiliation… almost.

Apparently even I can be outrageously disproportionately vindictive.

“I’ve been saving an ‘Angry One’ for quite a while now and like you said she's had it coming for a long time now and you're the first to actually do something about her… time to let her rip.” Pepper stated as she moved off.

As soon as the otter got Petula back to shore, we winced at the horrified scream we heard and everyone pointedly ignore what happened and even some animals were whistling merry tunes to themselves.

It wasn’t long before a really sweet sent started flowing on the wind.

“What’s that smell?” I asked.

“Smells like your vegetable soup mom.” Really Dormarch, smelled more like a field full of flowers, fresh morning dew grass and… what I would expect absolute ‘peace’ to smell like? There is no way that was a smell that could exist in normal reality.

“Sorry, that’s just me, when I’m happy I spew really good smells instead of the usual stink a skunk is known for. It always comes out as one of your favorite smells, even my friends think it’s an odd supernatural ability to have without being a lab animal, but I’d rather stick to my career as an animal comedian than go off to be a super hero. Really wouldn’t know how to use my super smelly abilities in a fight anyway without being constantly upset at every little thing and I prefer to live jovially. My friend Sunil is the real magic user among my friends, you probably don’t know who that is, but he's a great act to follow.” Pepper stated as she passed by shaking her head, she stopped and slowly backed up to us. “Say need any other favors? Since this is obviously your first time in Paw-tucket and you were just trying to keep to yourselves. What with your leg... and all… anyway, I can do some paw work for you while you relax.”

“How about some ice cream if you have any recommendations?” Yeah my shattered leg was still hurting like a metric ton, but it was settling down after that.

“I’ll go talk to Buttercream Sunday then, she really likes running a stand on hot days while she’s in Paw-tucket. You will never see a rabbit more tweaked out on sugar than her… don’t honestly know how she survives eating so much of the stuff. I swear the animals on our world all have super powers these days, but being able to safely eat chocolate is certainly not one anyone wants to test any time soon!” What a really friendly skunk, its little wonder she ended up in this world if she was as sweet as she smelled.

“So anyway… I’m glad that I got to meet you and not someone else mom.” Dormarch was crying a bit and whining as he snuggled against me.

Eventually a gentle breeze blew and I could smell Pepper coming back with two waffle cones, wrapped in paper and some large scoops of ice cream in them.

“Sorry about some of the jerks among us.” Pepper gave us a bright cheerful smile and a wave of her tail that wafted with such wondrous magical scents, before she wandered over to where a pink furred skunk and purple furred dog were animatedly talking to one another. “Pet safe ice cream that anyone can enjoy, have an excellent day!”

-After some peaceful affectionate snuggling and ice cream later- (Music: Emerald Beach, Sonic Battle)

I smacked the volleyball over the net with both my hooves, we were doing a sit and move game of volleyball, I was of course one of players sitting still as was Ocellus on the other side of the net. We couldn’t move and had to stay in the middle of the field while the other players moved around.

Only the sitters could catch and hold the ball, when we tossed it to our teammates they had to continue playing by regular volleyball rules with us as obstacles. Sitters catching the ball counted as one hit.

I had Marshall and Trip on my team, the hamster was decently competitive. On the other side were Dormarch and Smolder. Smolder was still quiet around me and I wondered if I had to get to her sooner rather than later, I’ve given her plenty of space already.

Right now we were simply having fun and Dormarch just wanted to experience a calm day. He didn’t have any complaints for me aside from my habit of constantly getting injured badly, whether by my own actions or otherwise.

Dormarch also said I was scary, but then again he admitted that he was scared of himself too and we were both scared for each other. He just wanted me to relax and heal, I was doing a good job of that today… aside from meeting Petula that is.

All Dormarch wanted was for me to be okay, which was far easier said than actually done.

If there was one silent complaint I had about this day…. It was that I wasn’t made of glass and was kind of being treated like I was by my friends. At least Smolder wasn’t treating me like glass. It certainly felt like my body was made of glass at times, as I tried to heal the damage to my throbbing agonizing leg pressed up against my belly in a wool cast. I couldn’t exactly go swimming like this, but it was a nice day out anyway.

I tapped Dolly and wondered what she was doing...

Apparently Dolly was having fun socializing with Tusky and the others as they were wandering around Paw-tucket. I wonder if they were just idly lazing about, or were they were out and about looking for something specific. As long as Dolly wasn’t overly worried over anything or panicked about anything other than her attraction for Tusky, I felt I could give them a pass on some suspicions.

Having somewhat promised myself that I’d let Dolly deal with it unless I was direly needed, I’m supposed to be on vacation and not worrying about other things that might pop up.

I reached out and caught the volleyball and then tossed it in Marshall’s direction, he ran forward tripped and his hind legs sent the ball over the net and Smolder narrowly missed stopping it from hitting the sand.

Smolder looked angry, more at herself then anyone, yes we were really going to have to spend a day with each other soon to get any frustration out of her system.

-Time passes-

The sun is setting and now I was just looking at the stars with Dormarch in my lap, also gazing up at the unknown stars like I had seen on every other world I've been to. We were at peace and nothing could ruin the quiet evening. The sand castle we built looked fairly small, but it was a lot of fun for Dormarch and that’s what mattered even if it was already collapsing thanks to the tide.

Marshall was off getting his key to get back home to his friends with Jade’s help as a guide to have it made, he wasn’t leaving yet and still wanted to spend more time here in Paw-tucket and maybe figure out how to get his friends here as well. He was such a sweet little puppy like that, wanting his friends to experience this happy slice of paradise.

“Yeah, she needs at least five tomato baths, been saving that one for a while.” Glancing in the direction of the voice and the mistress of peculiar magical smells, Pepper came up to us. “Hey never got your names before. These are my friends Zoe and Mitzi. Mitzi has a similar ability to me, she can replicate any scent she knows… now that is a super power that would throw off any dog or anyone that can track by smell, plus you can make anything with a nose leave you alone with particularly unpleasant aromas.”

“Yeah, well, we might not see each other much, we’re not going to be around for more than a week or two Pepper.” Looking to my side at Pepper as she took up residence on the slightly sandy beach towel to look at the stars with us. “What’s the point in telling you our names at this rate?”

“I still say you need far more than a month to recover mom, also you’ve been doing so well today about simply relaxing.” Dormarch stated as he nosed into my chin before going back to looking at the stars. “It’s actually helping with your recovery.”

“Still, it would be nice to remember a friendly face and put a name to it to remember even if we were to never meet again.” The pink skunk stated. “You seem like a person that likes to make others happy, but don’t do so at the expense of your own happiness, learned that lesson the hard way. Mitzi by the way, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Yeah, my mom actually has a problem with that. In that she can’t avoid helping people in danger, as in it being a literal issue where she functionally can’t stop even if she wanted to. I’m just glad she’s been able to rest today.” Dormarch looked at the two skunks and a dog giving us curious glances. “I’m Dormarch, this is my mother Pom, our last name is Lambchop.”

“Really?” The dog snorted at hearing my last name was Lambchop. She kind of had Princess Twilight’s coloring, just in the form of a dog. Really weird, makes me wonder if she was this worlds version of the ‘Princess of Friendship’. “Zoe Trent. No special abilities like these two aside from looking good. So want to listen to some singing?”

“Maybe later. Can I ask a question, are there medical facilities around here?” There was an uneasy pause.

“Would you really expect animals to be very good at medical practices?” A somewhat nervous Pepper responded. “Comedy is the best medicine to me, but it’s not going to heal broken bones.”

“Actually my adoptive older sister’s step mother is a highly effective nurse dog, also we’ve met a hospital full of rodents that helped keep mom alive when she had a serious injury.” Oh right, that, it was a little bit of an odd situation at the time Dormarch.

“Still it would be kind of hard for pets to practice medicine safely on each other Dormarch.” Really should have thanked those mice, rats and squirrels from the Rescue Aid Society more.

“Paw-tucket is generally safe, so that isn’t usually an issue… though some animals would rather wait until they heal to come here. Since if they come here to heal, they’ll be heavily scrutinized. Imagine having a broken leg one day and coming here to heal off the injury for weeks in what is basically frozen time and then the next day back home your owner finds out you are perfectly fine.” Yeah, I can see where the problem would be Zoe. “That is not to say we don’t have medical facilities here in Paw-tucket, it’s just that they aren’t very large or in use very often.”

“Why did you bring it up?” Mitzi asked after a moment.

“Well Mitzi can you do a particular powerful pain reliever kind of smell alongside mixing in with Pepper’s unusual happy scents?” As I found out, Mitzi could indeed provide scents that have a rather powerful pain relief effect much to Pepper and Zoe’s surprise. The only scents Mitzi couldn’t replicate was the 'one good or horrendous scent fits all' thing Pepper does.

Dormarch even stated outright that Mitzi was producing magical, judging by the scan he could do with his eyes, scents that had the effects she needed them to have. So she could produce magical medicinal gas... yeah, quite normal that.

Take Pepper’s ‘what smells best or worst to you’ ability to give me the smell of ‘absolute peace’ and add it in alongside Mitzi’s ‘replicate almost any smell’ ability for a pain reliever gas and I was feeling so very nice and cozy afterwards.

Normal medications probably wouldn’t help me much anymore, but magical forms of medication still could, thus these two skunks were going to be my new best friends over the next couple of days.

The smells already made for a relaxing evening for Dormarch and me on the beach as we looked up at the stars together with some new friends.

“Can I just say that there is something about you that I really like Pom?” Stated Zoe in a chipper manner that made me groan quite audibly. I’m surprised I haven’t heard that thirty times today from all the canines that were around, I’m actually quite thankful they all gave me space.

-Shanty-

“Did you be trying to search the icy slopes?” I asked as Dolly as her new friends be fretting about finding evil space cats running around doing who knows what.

“Not yet… wait since when could you understand me Chanty?” Dolly asked with a raised her right ear in curiosity as her helmet resting at the back of her neck.

“It’s Shanty with an S Dolly, and since we be getting here obviously.” I be wondering about those cats I was told about.

Snooky Wookums be making age reducing rays, mind control collars, killer robots and death lasers in general just to name a few things he’s hit Dog Star Patrol with specifically. So there was obviously something to be being very worried about going on here and who knows what that cat currently be building up to. He be sounding like a really dangerous individual, something to be looking forward to personally and keeping entirely away from Pom!

Agent 9-L is being a stealth expert and spy, so even if Snooky had been seen by a local and was having trouble getting stuff himself. There was being the even sneakier of the two cats still getting Snooky the things he might be needing to be building something bad for Pom’s continued decent health.

“We’ll try the ski resort tomorrow eh.” Tusky be saying with a nod. “We’re going to need more paws on the ground soon, Snooky is never this quiet without it being something quite bad. If he only shows up when he’s ready to unleash whatever he has going on, then that’s going to be a major problem eh.”

“Then I, ‘Cut Lass’, be joining in on the search then, we do not want to be worrying Pom with this.” I be saying with a smile as I took out a bottle of rum. “I’ll be bringing Dodo with me to help with the search. Call him Optimal Ostrich as a code name.”