"I think I am good now....no wait...here it come again....HORK!" I threw up one last time, my stomach now using its new found knowledge of repelling the accursed 'Baked Bads' and by repelling I mean puking my guts out into a toilet with full force and full brutality.
Once the last of my stomach contents have been removed I promptly brushed my teeth, used the extra-strength mouth wash, brushed my teeth again with a thoroughly cleaned toothbrush then took a hot shower and once all that was done I went straight to bed. As soon as my back hit the softness that was once the guest bed I let out a long-winded sigh of relief, my body aching and tired and is in dire need of sleep, and this soft, plush bed is going to give it to me, even if there is a Barb staring at me with little hearts in her eyes looking at me with a cute warming smile on her fa-....
"Barb....what are you doing in my room?" my voice is hoarse from all the discharging I had done earlier but I was in no condition to deal with Barb at this point in time.
"I was told to help you if you ever needed my assistance in reaching the bathroom." Barb's voice sounded honest and truthful, but the way she was looking at me told me a different story but as I had mentioned earlier, I was in no condition to fight this lovey dovey dragoness off.
"Fine, fine Barb, you win this time. And I am guessing you want to sleep under the blankets with me to make sure that I am getting better huh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I laid on my bed without my coat, the black materia-laced garb was being washed very thoroughly by Rarity even though she was grumbling about it still being hideous to look at and was an affront to fashion everywhere.
I didn't care if it was ugly or unsightly, as long as it keeps all my blood inside my body and my limbs attached to me it can be ugly and rainbow colored for all I care.
What I failed to realize at the time was that I had allowed Barb to sleep next to me in bed, not just allowed to sleep in the same room as me, not even just allowed to sleep on my bed, but to sleep in my room, on my bed, and under the covers. I know what it is like to feel scales coming into contact with my skin but this might actually be the first time that I will feel warm, living scales coming into contact with my body. This thought is both thrilling and scary at the same time for a couple of reasons, first off that Barb is still trying to get me to love her even though she is still too young for that kind of thing to happen, second thing is that she hasn't even tried to ask me out on a date, something that I might accept if she asked and was close to my age or was even part of the legal system. Lastly, she didn't even try to cook me anything cause probably the fastest way to my heart is my stomach.
"If you do anything to me in my sleep you will regret it...just get your scaly butt in here already." I said as I crawled under the sheets, my body wailing at me to not move.
With a happy squeal from Barb she crawled under the sheets, snuggled up to me and wrapped her arms around my chubby body into a hug.
'Woah...she really is warm...maybe a little too warm.'
Next Day
"Mmmmm, that feels nice Momodi...I never knew your tongue was that rough...feels like sanding paper...hehe...stop it Momo I'm ticklish." I muttered in my sleep, I was holding onto something warm and it was resting on top of me, whatever it is it surely likes to lick my neck. Whatever or whoever is on top of me sure does feel nice and warm, hell its nice and its licking me, weighs almost the same as Momodi except it feels like scales instead of that soft silky smooth creamy skin.
Wait what? Scales? What?
My one good eye snapped open as I looked down to see Barb licking my neck, she was holding me tightly as I saw small beads of sweat covered me from head to toe and that she was licking those beads off with her long freaky tongue. In my defense my response from being licked like that was perfectly reasonable.
"What the actual fuck Barb! What the fuck did I tell you before you got in my bed!" I shouted before kicking Barb and somehow myself out of the bed, the large quilted blanket staying in place as the two of us fall out the sides and onto our heads with a echoing clunk sound.
Picking myself off the ground I started to rub the spot of my head that I fell on, the pain was lingering and it was a dozy, my vision was swimming from the disorientation of having ones head collide with solid carpet and wood. Shaking my head a few times I felt my brain rattle around inside my cranium for a second before it resumed its place, my eyes now glued to the source of my ire and dismay, Barbara the Dragoness of House Sparkle, and she was busy on the floor holding her head while whimpering slightly.
"Barb, I specifically told you to do nothing to me while I was asleep and what do I wake up to? You, licking my neck as if it was a lollipop! Not only did do exactly what I told you to not do but it also felt really weird." I said the last word with a shudder, I know I have been licked before by well....a few past friends and girlfriends but this really went over the top.
Sighing to myself I walked around the bed and up to Barb who was sniffling a bit, her clawed hands still holding her head as she rocked back and forth and with a roll of the eye I sat down beside the crying hatchling and gave her a hug, silently muttering that if Barb doesn't quiet down then Twilight will burst into my room and demand to know why her younger sister is on the floor crying.
"Its alright Barb, I didn't mean to snap at you or push you off the bed, it is just that I have a lot of things currently going on in my head right now and everything is just putting too much pressure on me. Can you forgive me?" I said with a half-heart felt apology, I was somewhat telling the truth afterall about things going on inside my head at the moment.
"Really?" Barb said with a quiet sniffle, her eyes partially red as a few tears stream ran down her face.
"Yes, really. But I do want to know why you were licking my neck earlier." a stern tone in my voice as I asked the now slightly blushing dragoness the question as to why I felt her tongue slivering all over my neck earlier this morning.
Blushing while I was hugging her I felt her tail slowly wrap itself around my right leg, the warmth emanating from it wasn't uncomfortable as it was soothing but it made me slightly worried that she would try something on me while my guard was down. When she finally worked up the courage to speak I swear to the gods that her cheeks were smoldering and that she was stuttering her words before she finally got the guts to speak clearly.
"I was licking you because you smelled nice and you tasted good!" and when she shouted that I had to clamp her mouth shut with both of my hands and my face was now just as red as hers and that I thought I heard the sound of hooves coming from outside the room. Her tail had tightened up around my leg when she shouted out, it felt constricting and at the same time very hot and also I thought my pants was going to catch fire from the heat alone.
As the sound of hooves clip-clopped over to the door we both panicked, mainly me because I was already old enough to do the deed but I think the same can not be said for Barb, and when the sound of the doorknob being twisted with an ominous purple glow she reacted by hugging my harder forcing me to straighten up in surprise and because the weight balance was off we fell backwards with Barb being on top of me and our arms being wrapped around each other as if we were embracing one another.
Once the door was opened it revealed at first a concerned Twilight Sparkle but as she saw the two of us, mainly me being below Barb with a serious case of blushing syndrome along with Barb who was sporting the very same case of blush. That concerned look on her face rapidly turned into a smirk with a hint of flustered red as she tried to hold it together.
"This isn't what it looks like Twilight!" both me and Barb shouted at the exact same time as I tried to force Barb off of me but sadly my body is still reeling from my vomit marathon yesterday and was still not in the mood for heavy lifting.
Giggling to herself Twilight said a few choice words that only made the situation appear much more worse then it really is but what she said was enough to make me just give up and lie there on the ground and just accept the hug.
"If you two are going to be doing such activities at least warn me a day in advance." the purple unicorn started to chuckle as she started to close the door on our 'activities'.
My response was to throw one of my boots at her head, the thick-soled projectile missing her head completely but it told her otherwise to go away.
Looking up at Barb I signaled her with my one good eye and that piercing stare that I gave her was her one chance to get off of me before things got ugly real fast for her. I do not know what dragons tastes like but if she kept this up then she would know first hand what it feels like to be scaled, skinned, flayed and cooked all in the same day.
"Barb....we will never speak of this ever again." I said as the blush was still remaining on my face, my heart rate starting to lower itself down back to normal standards.
"But Tatalito-" Barb started to speak but I covered her mouth gently with a hand.
"Never speak of this again." calmly speaking I told her to never mention this morning's events to any pony as long as we lived.
"Bu-" I clamped her mouth shut with both hands as I brought my face close to hers enough to almost make it look like we were kissing. Something I would never do to a minor....if she could be declared one since she is somewhat the same age as Twilight.
"NEVER!!!" our faces were pretty much making contact with the others, my good eye staring into hers as she was looking into mine, and just when I think it was over I see Barb give me a devious smirk before her tongue slowly slivered out of her mouth and licked my neck one last time before I had enough strength to launch her off of me and onto the bed.
That morning all of Ponyville heard the sound a young dragoness screaming out in terror followed by several loud explosions and for those that are already outside of their homes, a smoke trail leading from the library going into the sky and ending in the fountain/statue of Princess Celestia standing on her rear hooves.
Sugarcube Corner, 9:30am
"Pinkie Pie, your cup cakes yesterday may have given me a bad case of stomach flu but I already got over it, so how much would it be for a milkshake?" I asked the pink mare as she bounced from place to place, Mr. and Mrs. Cake were too busy with the other customers or working in the kitchens do deal with me at the moment so that left me at the mercy of the chronic talker.
"Erm....I think the milkshakes are eight bits hold on." she said and after a second she came back with my order, a vanilla milkshake and it looked soooooooooo good.
Passing her eight gil I took the milkshake from her back and started to take small sips from it, savoring its rich vanilla taste but there was something off about it, it had a more....I don't know what it is but it tastes so familiar.
"Pinkie, can you run down to the market and buy some more milk, we ran out." Mrs. Cake said from the kitchen, her tone seemed a bit off, as if something was amiss and she couldn't quite put her hoof on what it could be.
"Okie dokie lokie!" and with that Pinkie was gone, leaving behind an after-image of her along with an outline before that too left after the bubbly bouncy mare.
Taking another sip from the milkshake I found that it tasted sweeter then normal, the other two times it was pretty awesome but today it was sweeter and it had more of a smoother texture to it. Staring at my milkshake I swiveled the straw around a bit, mixing it up to see if it is just the mixture used in its creation but I found nothing but sweet vanilla goodness.
"Mr. Yayalito, did Pinkie tell you where she got the milk for that shake?" Mrs. Cake asked me as I took another sip, the sweet tasty goodness was half way gone when she asked me that, my eyebrow going up in stark confusion.
"No, she did not Mrs. Cake, why, was this the last of the milk you had for the day or something?"
"No no, sweetie, we ran out before you got here but it makes me wonder how exactly did she make that without any milk."
"Maybe she found enough in the jug to use for me I don't know but this tastes sweeter then it normally does."
"Uh....could I have a taste, I think I might know where it came from." the bubblegum blue earth mare asked me, her cheeks look a bit flustered for some reason as she trotted over to me, her question for a sip almost went over my head but I caught it in time to comprehend those words.
Turning the straw around so it was pointing at her I gently pushed the glass to the female proprietor who thanked me quietly as she took a small sip and at first her face showed no change or signs of disgust with the milk that was used for my milkshake, but when she took a second but slightly longer sip her face changed to one of at first confusion then horror.
"Mr. Yayalito, that isn't milk in that milkshake!"
"What do you mean? What else could it be, powdered milk?"
"No its....its....please don't be mad at Pinkie for accidentally mixing it up in your drink."
"Mrs. Cake, whatever it is that Pinkamena Diane Pie has done to my drink I am sure it can be easily solved with medical magic. Now please, tell me what she put into my milkshake."
"Okay....she put....she put my..."
"Go on, she put your...what, your secret flour mix in my milkshake?"
"No, its...please don't be mad when I say this but...she used my b-breast milk for your milkshake...."
At first I thought she was just joking but when I saw the faint evidence of blush now forming on her cheeks and that she is fidgeting in place as if she broke someones window with a ball, that was when I knew that she was speaking the truth.
First I looked at my milkshake now back in my hands, looked at the somewhat chubby pastel blue motherly mare, then to her breasts that I could barely see from where I am seeing and what I saw only made Mrs. Cake's words more true, I saw right at the tip of said teat a single drop of alabaster cream before it fell from its home and splattered onto the tile in a tiny splash. Looking back to my drink I thought for a long time on how I should proceed with this situation, I could stop drinking this milkshake immediately but I would lose my tasty drink and probably offend Mrs. Cake in some fashion or I could just suck it up and keep drinking as if nothing happened.
Staring at Mrs. Cake I grabbed my drink and this time I started to take a long and slow sips and not once letting my eyes off of the now furiously blushing mare was shuffling from hoof to hoof while not trying to look at me as I finished the apparently breast milkshake that tasted way better then a normal one...and now I am not sure if I want a normal one ever again because of this mix-up.
Once the deed was done we stared at each other, well I did most of the staring since I have a high tolerance of embarrassment and that I couldn't be mad at a mare that didn't know what was wrong.
"Mrs. Cake, we will never speak of this to anyone." I said and as expected Mrs. Cake nodded at me before quickly retreating into the kitchens in time for Pinkie Pie to trot through the front doors of the Sugarcube Corner with four jugs of milk on her back in a metal basket with a rolled up newspaper in her mouth, humming a cheery tune and just in time to because I was just about to leave.
Nodding a bit at Pinkie I waddled my way out the store just in time to avoid hearing Pinkie let out an over-exaggerated gasp and was able to avoid the wild mare and from her motormouth.
Waddling in the streets of Ponyville I was feeling good and with a deep breath of fresh morning air I can feel that today was going to be a good day. The sun was bright, the birds was chirping happily and even the little fillies and colts are playing in the park nearby with their little games. It was during my waddling in the streets did something out of the ordinary nine days I have been here that something new has been thrown into the mix of routine motions.
"Watch where your going dweeb." a fairly female, if not slightly masculine voice said as I was bumped away from a large figure with brown fur. Turning to look at which pony I bumped into that would dare call me a 'dweeb' and just walk away without facing a waterga to the face for being rude to me.
I had expected to see a large pony walking away from me without a care in the world for their own safety and health but what I saw was clearly not a pony, hell it doesn't even look like a pony in the first place. Staring at the imposing figure of the stranger I saw that instead of a pony body it was a fairly large lion central frame with the except of a pair of large wings on it/her/his back, the front paws have been replaced with a pair of claws, and instead of a lion head it was an eagle's and it had light purple eye shadow, amber eyes and has light purple feathers in her plumage on her chest and head.
Not sure what exactly I was looking at but what I am sure is that this...female has just called me a 'dweeb' and I am clearly not one. What is this girl in, elementary school.
"No, you should watch where your going featherball." I said with a hint of malice in my voice, I do not know whoever, or whatever this girl is but you do not show disrespect to a Master Thaumaturgist and expect to walk away not covered in burns, frozen flesh or electrical injures or for that matter in one piece.
As soon as I said that insult to the bird lion creature thing, she immediately stopped in her tracks, snapped her head back to partially face me, her left eye shrinking a bit as she looks at me, and before I could blink she was upon me and was staring down at me as if I was an inconsiderate little worm. And on an unrelated note, the term 'Featherball' is considered one of many insults to pegasi everywhere, another insult would be featherbrain, walking feather duster, or if your a carnivore, dinner, mainly cause of the wings might be like chicken wings.
"What did you just call me chump?" the eagle lion shouted at me point blank in the face as her wings has spread out in a threatening manner, and normally I would be scared of such a display if I hadn't already been accustomed to feathery fiends in my time spent in Eorzea, after all Garuda was a bitch to deal with since the Ixals were constantly interfering with us trying to seal her away back to wherever it is in the void that she belongs to.
Clearing my throat and standing ramrod straight I looked into her eyes and said again, "Featherball. You need to learn to watch where you are going unless you want to get your ass handed to you on a silver platter by something half your size and weight." my voice still carrying the hint of malice in it but now with a considerably heavier amount thrown into it.
Rearing back on her hind legs she rose up before slamming down on her talons to let out an ear-piercing eagle shriek, it was loud enough to make me step back a bit but I refused to cover my ears, they could handle the loudness and the resulting ringing effect they would later go through but for now this girl is about to take a lesson in Thaumaturgy 101: Don't. Fuck. With. Me.
As the she-devil screeched at me I grabbed my staff and started channeling my mana into it, surrounding the head of the staff was at first just a small stream of liquid fire, but as it continued its merry dance around the catalyst it began to grow larger in width and ferocity. By the time her screech came to an end the head of my staff was a veritable ball of liquid flames and they were none to pleased with the way this female beast was treating its creator so they have one purpose in mind with their concentrated mana flames.
To burn the she-demon to the ground and leave nothing ashes in its wake.
Once she has opened her eyes she saw me standing there, staring at her with vindication in my eye and a staff with her death in my hands, and before she has a chance to pounce on top of me to prevent my magic from blasting her away into nothingness, a cyan blur knocked me away along with my staff but it pre-maturely went off, forcibly shooting the fireball past the demon, out of Ponyville, over the Everfree Forest, and exploded on the side of the mountain leaving a fairly noticeable smoking crater of molten glass for all to see.
Smacking Rainbow Dash over the head with my still burning staff I pull myself off the ground and stare at the mountain side to see what the product of a fourth of my mana reserves has accomplished and I was proud to know that being somewhat lazy hasn't resulted in my magical powers to dwindle and weaken, hell I think it has even improved in this land since I first arrived.
"Now, whoever you are, since your little friend over there saved your life from meeting an early end you have been given a second chance, do not squander it by insulting me. Now, good day." I said with a growl before dusting myself off, used my staff to straighten my hat and with that I walked off to Fluttershy's place to see how Dizzy is doing, and maybe to check on the shy mare to see if she needs any assistance with her botany-related plants.
Walking from her to Fluttershy's place was relatively easy since it was just a straight path to her lovely cottage on the edge of an evil forest, but what made the journey slightly hard was the fact that I now had a few ponies whispering behind my back and even a few unicorns wanting to learn my magic from me. Apparently even unicorns want to know how to fight back against intruding beasts from the cursed woods and I have been thinking on giving them lessons on the lowest levels of thaumaturgy, for a price that is cause after all this type of magic is no joke and messing around with it can lead to death to the caster or those around the caster.
Seeing how my walk was now not interrupted this time I started a jaunty tune and hummed it along the way to Fluttershy's lovely abode, the tune was one that I heard while on a boat to Limsa Lominsa, those friendly pirates sure knew how to be upbeat when they know they were carrying a volatile magister in their cargo hold.
It was a little later in my walk did I find myself in front of the humble home of one Fluttershy of Cloudsdale but when I knocked on the door all I heard was a muffled whimper and an even quieter "Go away, please.", something I would never suspect the timid mare to ever say let alone use it at all.
I knocked on the door again but this time she said louder for me to go away but when I finally spoke up that it was me she quickly opened the door, pulled me in and slammed the door shut and from the way her eyes were rapidly moving, it was in fear.
Spending hours with Fluttershy was nice, apparently this girl loves to talk about her forest critters and pets, loves taking care of them, and most importantly she loves it when I pet and comb her mane and tail. That last one confused me cause I thought she would love her pets more then her mane but I guess she is just like those noble and rich girls back home...that or she is like all girls who care more about their hair then many other things but hey, I got to touch something softer then a chocobo's downy feathers.
"So Fluttershy, these chickens of yours, they all are well behaved and that they never try to run away even if they have a chance to?" I said while I was combing Fluttershy's soft pink mane, with each passing stroke I heard the buttercream mare sigh happily as she moved slightly closer to me to get the combing down faster.
"Mmhmm yes, all of them love it here especially Elizabeak." when she said that I snickered quietly which earned a gentle flick of her tail to my nose which resulted in my sneezing away from the shy mare.
"Well, whenever you want to know more about the wild critters from my home just ask me, I bet you would love to hear about a few of the more 'wild' carbuncles that roam all of Eorzea and beyond." I said softly before finishing one last stroke and placing the comb down on the table, pulling myself up along with Fluttershy as she wanted to see me out, thanking me for helping her feed her pets along with the gentle brushing. I should be thanking my brushing skills to the cat girls back home since they always come up to me for their approval of their stealth operations against the beast tribes outside of Ul'Dah except for the one that has taught me the true power past thaumaturgy.
I wonder what it would be like to teach these unicorns how to cast water for the first time...probably start a water balloon fight but without the balloons and every single one of them will be soaked to the bone. Too bad I couldn't trust them with a standard issue iron long sword created by a blacksmith let alone a magical spell that can be used to injure, maim or kill another being.
Patting the rim of my hat with a hand I padded off some dust that has gathered in Fluttershy's abode, my thoughts now focusing on the beast that had disrupted my good afternoon earlier but from what Fluttershy has told me that that 'beast' was actually Rainbow Dash's old flying buddy from school, was something called a griffon, a race that hailed outside of Equestria's borders and have on occasion fought over territories that they think is theirs. Apparently griffons are war-like and aren't very peaceful, they are separated into clans and very rarely would a kingdom rise up from the clans if they can managed to stay together for more then a generation or two before crumbling back into warring clans. That and when it comes to mating season then it would be best to avoid them, their females love to fight and if you can best one then that is technically asking for their 'talon' in marriage. I just hope that when I nearly melted that bitch of a griffon wasn't in her season cause I would take the eight-fifteen train out of here, no way I would marry her.
Even if I was threatened with death, I would still avoid the old ball and chain unless it was related to royalty or if it was by the slimmest of chances that if I don't marry then war would be declared.
Those are the worst to deal with. That and if they have a busted face, rather deal with a pretty bitch then a butterface.
But enough about my impending thoughts of self-devastation, I am thinking on why there is a large party over there at the Sugarcube Corner, and I wasn't even given an invitation to it! I mean sure when I had my first party here I was being competitive against Pinkie Pie for the snacks and sugary drinks but come on! A Lalafell's main weaknesses is something bigger then it that can easily crush then beneath a foot, and sweets, sweet, tasty, mouthwatering sweets.
My weakness to sweets is quite a condition really, I can't go a day without having at least one sugary snack inside my system and if I don't acquire any sugar within the day I go through something called 'The Rage' which basically is me knocking things over, punching people, biting people, setting unsuspecting people on fire, freezing unsuspecting people and lastly raiding the pantry of any guild hall I am currently in until my sweet tooth has been satisfied. Does get annoying sometimes but hey, if you don't want to see a crazed Lalafell chasing you with a staff while firing off bolts of magic left and right then just surrender the muffin or cupcake you are holding over to me so you get to live to see another day.
Knocking on the door to the party house I was met with the grinning face of one Pinkamena Diane Pie, and she was wearing a party hat along with a party blower and a slice of cake in her hooves. It still makes me wonder how these ponies are capable of holding things in their hooves when they don't have fingers or magnetic bits or...well...fingers really.
After being dragged into the party I slinked my way through the dancing and partying ponies, I somehow made my way to the snack table and once I was there I set my eyes on what was bestowed upon me and I smiled with glee under my coat as I saw the bowls of chips, cupcakes, candy, chips, muffins, punch, chips and more chips. Once I was at the table I grabbed a plate and just started stacking it with everything I could get my hands on without toppling my plate, bumping into a pony or drooling all over my food, and lastly not letting Pinkie know how much of my snacks I have on my plate.
"And now....om nom nom nom nom nom" I just started to stuff my face with whatever I had on my plate, the taste of a thousand sweets that hit my taste buds was beyond euphoric and I can feel my brain turning to mush.
It was about an hour into the party did I stop gorging myself on food, and it was mostly out of respect because a certain white unicorn mare was shaking her head at me in shame and it was that same mare that was going to be sewing me some new clothes even though I could easily make my own if my plants can grow fast enough in time. During my time at the party I heard a commotion going on, said commotion was quiet at first so I ignored it and went back to trying to pin the tail on the pony. It was when the commotion from the other side of the room got louder did I investigate who and what was the cause of the scuffle, but never did I suspect it to involve that strange beast and my friends, namely Fluttershy being screeched at and immediately cowering into a ball.
You could be mean to me, you could yell at me, you could attack me, but if you hurt my friends, especially the weak ones that did nothing to deserve the pain or wrath, then your about to find out how quickly a hell storm can be brewed.
Walking through the gathered ponies, trudging along a few and even having to crawl under many more who all either shrieked in surprise or are blushing furiously for me being so close to their bits and bobs, not like I have been anywhere close to a pair of them anyways.
"Gilda, please, just apologize to Fluttershy before things get out of hoof."
Being stealthy while collecting roots and flowers while giant beasts are nearby has given me glimpses of things I would rather forget.
"Why should I apologize to your marefriend for being a coward? We had a thing going Dash and you just throw it away for a bunch of soft-hearted pansy's, you used to be cool."
Anyways, back to what is happening currently, I kept moving through the crowd of ponies until I was at the front of the crowd and when I saw that all six of my main pony friends were there and they were giving the beast an earful of words and when I saw the beast look to Rainbow Dash for some sort of help or sympathy she got none, only a down casted frown followed by turning around and looking away from her. By the time the commotion was over I was now standing directly behind the she-devil and was about to say something when I felt her tail slap me across the face really hard, hard enough to actually turn my head to the right with my good eye looking at the crowds of ponies, almost all of them have their jaws open and even a few were whispering that they might need to call in the royal guards before things get out of hoof.
"Gilda, just...just get out of here, I can see that you can't change even if its for me. Just leave now, you've done enough damage today, and for that matter for the rest of your life. Your not my friend anymore."
Too late for that nonsense.
"Fine, if that's how its going to be then I don't need you anymore either Rainbow Dash. You can keep your band of dweeb friends and stay here in Loserville for all I care but I am out of here!" and with that little rant out of the way she turned around for her tail to slap me again across the face but this time in the other direction with my good eye staring at the bitch responsible for ruining this party, slapping me twice with her tail and now scaring my friends.
Standing there in confusion she just stood there and looked at me with a scrutinizing stare as I slowly turned my head back as I brought a hand to my cheek, feeling the bruise she left behind before looking at my hand then to the beast, she opened her beak before I could clench my fist in anger.
"And what do you want small fry, come to use your fancy magic to try and roast me like a plucked bird ready for the oven. Well not this time shrimp cause we are going to settle this like griffons, with our fists." and with that she grabbed me by the hat, lifted me off the ground a good two or three feet, then reached back with her arm before delivering upon me a good hay-maker to my gut and the strength behind the punch shot me through the front door and out into the streets.
What I didn't expect to happen was that the power behind that punch was strong enough to tear my hat off from the buttons on my coat tearing it off cleanly while at the same time, ripping the eye-patch from my face along with bits of flesh and hair from my eyebrows and my head. Pulling myself off the cobblestone road I felt around for my eye-patch, both of my eyes open with my left one being barely open and covered in blood from the sudden tear. Looking around on the ground I looked for my eye-patch but when I finally found it the small strand of raptor leather that was between my fingers was yanked away from me, my head staring up to see the smug grin of that beak of hers staring down at me.
That smug look of hers slowly turns into a frown as I start growling at her, my left hand covering my eye slowly gets wet as blood seeps between my fingers and land onto the floor, my right eye glaring at her as I bared my teeth at her, my hand body shaking in anger as I was starting to shake and seethe in rage.
"Oh did I make the little kid cry, oh boo oho, grow up and take your hits your little cry baby. And why do you even need an eye-patch to begin with, your not a pirate and its not that stupid pony holiday either so what do we have underneath this paw of yours." Gilda says with a sadistic glimmer in her eyes as she easily lifts me off the ground and tries to yank my hand away from my face, her claws scratching my chin and cheek in the process.
Keeping my eye shut as I slowly felt my hand get pulled away from my face, I can feel the cold afternoon air caress my face as the blood continues to drip down as I felt every single set of eyes settle on my face, seeing the closed left eye and the blood dripping around it.
"Looks like the little baby has a scar, I wonder if there is an eye underneath that flap of skin." Gilda coos at me and right when I saw her talons slowly come close to my left eye I clench my right hand and let loose, my fist soaring upwards as it connects with her bottom half of her beak, forcing it shut with an loud click and forcing the apparent griffon to let me go, both her talons gripping her beak in pain as I fall to the floor landing on my feet and stumbling backwards a bit, my left hand still covering my eye.
Staring up at Gilda I clench my fist again but this time I get into a fighting posture, my right arm raised at an angle to deflect blows that would come from my right side as my left arm was at an awkward position to somewhat protect my weaker side, my face scrunched up into one befitting someone holding pent-up rage along with a few stray tears mixing with the blood on my face making my face an absolute mess.
"You....you will pay for this griffon...I did not survive through fire and brimstone and the wrath of gods to be spoken down and beaten by a walking talking chicken. You will know what it feels like to feel the wrath of the Immortal Flames, and I will not relent in your punishment." I snarled out as the dazed griffon gets her bearings straight and sees me in my combat stance, shuffling from foot to foot with my arms raised, all of my training as a pugilist is about to pay off against a cruel beast instead of drunken soldiers and pirates.
Nobody moved an inch as all the ponies around us, plus one young dragoness who was sitting on top of Twilight's haunches watching me stand off against Gilda.
The first move was from Gilda who let out another of her eagle shrieks before getting on all fours and pounces forward, her talons outstretched with her wings extended, adding speed to her movements but her attack was predictable. Leaning back her claws missed by a hairsbreadth and her attack was followed with another claw which resulted in me rolling backs only to roll under the griffon and with lightning reflexes I reached out with my bloodied hand and grabbed her by the tail and yanked hard on it resulting in the girl letting out a strange chicken noise but I yanked hard enough to stop her in her flight path as she fell to the floor. Before Gilda can even retaliate for me grabbing her tail and yanking on it, I yanked harder which turned that chicken sound into a pained roar as I pulled with both hands, using my strength I gained from my times at the quarry gathering iron ore but this time it will have a better use, my strength was used to propel the griffon back into the air, over me and back onto the ground on the opposite side of me.
The sound of something snapping could be clearly heard as Gilda shouted in pain, her wings breaking from the impact as she rolled off of her crippled appendages, her amber eyes glaring menacingly at me but I ignored that stare as I rolled my shoulders and started my assault on the despicable griffon.
"Your wings may be stronger then that of a birds but they are still wings, they must be light enough to give you lift, and your body must be even lighter to get off the ground. Without your wings your nothing more then prey to me, and the predator says to the prey to run, fast, unless you want to be beaten to a bloody pulp." I snarled again, my eye glaring at the griffon as she gets back onto her paws and talons, her wings sagging to the sides but her breathing was what caught my attention, it was ragged, labored, and from the way those eyes of hers were half closed...lusty? That last one isn't right in the slightest, I got one non-Eorzean trying to court me I don't need another trying their hand...claw....talons...whatever the hell she has at trying to garner for my attention.
I do not know what makes these mares, dragoness, griffon and the ever so slightly two stallions be attracted to me but I really wish it would stop, I get enough attention at home with the princess of Ul'Dah trying to breach my trousers and my lovely Momodi probably worried sick about my sudden disappearance, hell I bet even that one Miqo'te in Gridania is still trying to get me to marry her, sure she can make a real mean cherry pie but come on, I want a girl that loves me for me not for my position or the large ass amount of gil I have stored in the bank.
"Seems like this baby has claws, but how well can you use them without rolling around like a little dog." the beaten griffon breaths out, but this time instead she ran to me and got on her hind legs, her claws raking downward as I raised my right arm to take the heat, her talons digging deep into my flesh as I let out a yell of pain but I still my tongue and growl out the rest, my anger serving as a pain killer but when I see her tail swing around to wrap around my leg I stepped back to feel the soft end brush against my leg.
Shaking my head at the griffon I lunged forward myself and let loose a flurry of punches, the very first thing my mentor taught me, my flurry of blows hitting the griffon in her unprotected chest, I can feel the muscles on that chest of hers before they got bruised from the impact along with the bones underneath them creaking.
That flurry of blows was followed by another but in a different style to Raptor Form, the ponies watching in awe and terror as they watched a little rotund person beat the stuffing out of something larger and stronger then them. One after another I changed stances and delivered a beat down of a life time to Gilda, who was dealing barely as much as I was giving, my uniform being damaged with long claw marks and a few beak holes where she bit me but even while me and Gilda fought each other, the other ponies didn't bother to step in for a number of reasons but the main one was that it was me fighting and they did not want to risk getting hit or set on fire.
Dodging one more talon swipe I reel back and punch Gilda right in the beak, my fist coming into contact and breaking it, a large crack running along the tip all the way to her head, it was the last thing she could take as she promptly wobbles in place, her legs giving out beneath her as she falls over in a heap of bloody fear and feathers, her breathing was weak and she had only one eye open, that amber color looking up at me as I stood over her, my own breathing was weak but I still had the strength to stand.
"Now then...what shall I do with you now..." I said, my breathing was a bit ragged and my left eye was now squinting a bit, a few ponies that were in front of me were leaning a bit closer to try to see what color it is but it isn't the color they should be looking for. Moving a bit closer I plop down beside the injured griffon, her eye still looking at me with both curiosity and fear.
Sighing a bit I felt my right hand tingle a bit, a minty green glow coming from it and when I pressed my hand on her belly, which was soft for some reason, I channeled a piece of my mana into Gilda, my healing magic now repairing all the damage I have done to her during the brawl.
"What are you-" Gilda started to talk but I hushed her by placing my left hand on her cheek, not sure why I did that but I didn't care at the moment, I had an injured fighter in front of me and my training with the Immortal Flames told me to tend to them.
It was during my healing session with Gilda did I hear the sounds of hoof steps come from behind me and without even turning my head I motioned for them to come close with my left hand before I quickly placed it back on her cheek.
"Just relax griffon...just because I beat you to the point of death doesn't mean I would leave you to your fate...after all its been a while since I had a good brawl with someone that didn't know what they were getting into." I said before laughing a bit, my laughing was cut short when I started to cough, some blood coming out and landing on Gilda's fur, the dark red blotch staining it before it was burned away from my healing magic.
The silence between us, the ponies, the girls, and the Gilda was there but nothing was said, just me moving my hands over the injured griffon's body, fixing the broken bones, bruised muscles and the chipped beak was all healed with the power of my healing, my arcanist mentor would be proud to know that I did it right the first time instead of screwing up several times on a training dummy.
"And....done...test your wings girl before you high-tail it out of here." I said while wiping my hands on my pants, a few tears are here and there but I didn't care, as long as my 'patient' was able to walk, run and fly away I don't give a damn.
And just as I have asked Gilda to do she tested her self out, she walked around a bit but soon found that she has a slight limp in her step but it was barely noticeable unless you were actively looking for it. When she tried her wings she found that she couldn't fly at all, her wings were more injured then I led myself to believe but within time she would be able to fly again but for now she was grounded, and from what I heard from Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, being grounded is a fate worse and/or equal to death.
That and walking around everywhere sucks major ass.
Golden Oak's Library, Night Time
"So she can't stay with Rainbow Dash because she can't fly and those two are at odds, can't stay with Fluttershy cause she screamed at her and is afraid of Gilda...Applejack would just buck her out and I highly doubt that even Rarity would let her stay with her and her sister...Pinkie Pie would probably lead to someone dying so that leaves us Twilight." I said as I hefted Gilda to my bed before plopping her down on it before turning to Twilight and Barb.
"But why is she staying in your bed?" Barb asks me with a hint of a jealous glare at the snoozing griffon.
"Because Barb she can't fit in your basket, I highly doubt Twilight wants to be anywhere near her, and I rather her in my bed up here then in the botany room down stairs." I said crossing my arms as I give Barb a raised eye-brow, my left eye once again covered with the raptor skin eye-patch and the bleeding has been stopped for now.
"I don't trust her in your bed Tatalito." Barb says while I tuck the sleeping griffon in, petting the soft plumage on her head before hopping down from the stool and started walking to the door.
"I know, that look your giving her is clearly one of jealousy or hate." I said with a smug grin as Barb sputters at my response, she manages to recover quickly before hitting upside the head with her tail.
"I am not jealous of a griffon!" Barb growls under her breath loud enough for only me to hear. I grin a bit as I headed towards the bathroom, a need to clean my wounds and remove the dried blood was strong with this lonely Lalafell.
"Yeah...sure you aren't jealous of a girl bigger and older then you." I shouted from within the bathroom as I turned on the shower as I started to strip myself of my torn clothes. Looks like I would be wasting some Grade 5 Dark Matter to mend the rips and tears.
As the sounds of the shower can be heard from outside the bathroom I can make out from the shadow on the floor that Barb was pacing back and forth, waiting patiently for me to emerge all squeaky clean.
I did not disappoint the youngling but I did disappoint her when I was wearing my pajamas that Rarity made for me.
I really hate that mare for making me a onepiece pajama with gloves and shoes.
Returning to my bed room I jumped back into bed, crawled under the sheets, made sure I was a fair distance away from Gilda so she doesn't accidentally flatten my ass if she rolls over, and drifted off to sleep land, hopefully to avoid anything stupid that might happen in the dreamscape.
Next Morning
"This is bullshit..." I mumbled as I was sandwiched between a sleeping female griffon and a sleeping female dragon.