The Wizard of Whitetail Woods π

The Wizard of Whitetail Woods π
Epilogue (or, ‘Thank Somepony it’s Over’)
Admiral Biscuit

KitKat woke up the next morning after getting fully worked-over by the two spa ponies, feeling properly herself again. After breakfast, she asked the Wizard for her pay, and he offered it up, reminded her of the NDA she’d signed, and she was a free mare again, now wise enough to demand a demonstration of magical powers before signing any contracts.

The cult leader berated the yales for losing the McGuffin and demanded they build him a new one and after much discussion, the yales rose up, ultimately deposing the high priest and forming a forest commune that taught of the pleasures to be gained by living simply in the forest and avoiding at all costs KitKat the Dismemberer. In time, she would be honored among them as a baleful goddess, as capricious as the moon, she who freed them from their captivity but who would exact a terrible price if she were wronged

Kukka could have been the first skunk to space on the power of focused stink and carefully-timed ignition, but she wasn’t a skunk to think big.

The Gancanagh went back to his lair to lick his wounds, and a couple of weeks later he was fully-healed and he went back to his old ways, although he never trusted a mare with an axe again. Really, nobody should.

And the Wizard. Sparkler didn’t portalize him, despite her every instinct saying she should. And he went on with his life as normal for the next eleven months or so, when suddenly one night his chest burst open and the offspring of the Gancanagh crawled out and latched onto one of his boobs, which he’d also suddenly grown.

It was neither the biggest surprise nor the worst day of his life.

FIN