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// Chapter 59.75 – Reaction, Set and Game 
// Story: Griffon of Canterlot 
// by Electuroo 
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Griffon of Canterlot

Chapter 59.75 – Reaction, Set and Game





Greystorm sat and watched Maple inside a very messy place, it was filled with half baked experiments to blown up ones, some look completed and he had zero idea what any of them even do, Maple had 200 years to ticker and not really complete anything, the one thing in the workshop caught his eye was a very large circular machine with a the biggest drill bit he ever seen.  

“Is that thing the Mole?” He point to it as Maple worked on two items he guessing they be the paw fitments.  

Maple glance over to it. “It is.” She turn back to working on adjusting the forelegs changing the subject at paw. “My son has a paw of these in talon form, he with his wife at Las Pegasus last letter I got from him.”

Greystorm rubbed his talon over the long large wild feathers on his head. “I feel so out of place in body and mind...” He muttered.

“That tends to happen when you have a magical surged injury having a side effect to our stun weapons.” She waved a spanner at him. “Your lucky that it only de-aged you by about twenty years and not continuous.”  

“True.” He stared at a reflective metal surface of himself. “When I look at this face I see the young adult that argued a lot with his father wanting a life away from the digs, all I see is shame that this griffon brought...” 

Maple rolled her eyes. “You think you'd have it bad? How about your ex-husband continue to age even you've found a way to slow it down to a crawl, he and I had a real bad falling out many years ago, the only good thing to come out of it he can keep his beak shut about our relationship.” Maple went back to working on the forelegs.  

Greystom had a hard time thinking of any come back to that. “How do you think Octicovix will react to me looking like this?” He was concerned.

“I doubt she would care, I say she still love you.” Maple answered. “As for my granddaughter, she will bluntly say your hot.” He flushed a blush from that comment rubbing his talon over the feathers again.  

Maple laughed at his expense. “From what I seen from her already, I can believe it...” He look down at his talons in front flexing them. “I can hear Princess Celestia now... She going to say, this is what you get for doing something so foal hardy and she would be right...” He flicking the tail back and forwards. “I did do a stupid and paid the price.”

“We all have are dark moments, even I had them.” Maple finished one and gave it Greystorm. “Slip it on over your talon and foreleg, press it together and it should match your fur colour exactly.”  

Greystorm slip it on and gave it a push to click it on around his foreleg, looking at it he couldn't see the difference to his fur to the paw end of this fake finch griffon foreleg. “Wow... How did you do it so fast?”

Maple shrugs. “I specialize in remaking something I made before with ease, it just fits together." Maple finished working on the second one tossing it over to him. “Fit it on and go to Octicovix.”

Greystorm fits the other one on. “This feels so strange... Both on the inside and outside..” He flexing the paw.



“You get use to them.” She walk by him to stop leaning in near his ear. “That set and game cub, see you outside.”

He turn around watching her leave with a frown. “Cub... Now I feel so old in a young body...” He muttered, Greystorm press a forepaw on the ground and gasped pulling it back up. “How the blazes am I feeling the paw pads on this forepaw glove things!?”

“It called enhancements via magic and tech you whinny cub! Now stop acting your bodies age and act your age!” Maple called out.

Greystorm press both forepaws down on the ground, he slowly walking with flinching motions from the forepaws touching the surface. “I hate being young...” He grumbled. “And I hate being three steps behind!”

“Get use to it!”  

Greystorm stared with surprise. “Buck me...”