The following takes place in the evening of Warfang, with our heroes and their children.
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The songs that follow in this chapter belong to their artists. I have only changed it to fit the story. I do not own them at all.
I am having a hard time finding good proof-readers, so this chapter may have a few errors
~~Musical Queens and Sand Queens~~
After three potential, but alas unsatisfactory, dates with males of Rosalyn's services, Dara gallops back to her Warfang home.
Spyro and Cynder, boiling silverside roast, have been wondering why Dara is more upbeat and outgoing. She even goes out without her brother, to boot. Who or what would make her act this way?
Spyro and Cynder turn to the door when their daughter bursts through the door and stands before her parents, skipping with joy "Mom, dad, you coming to Zakan's tower tonight?"
"Why?" shrugged Cynder "He's just a troll he-she with a good singing voice."
"Yeah," agreed Spyro "Plus I don't think trolls will let us in their tower," he said with doubt in his expression.
"No! Look!" she pulled a poster from the bag strapped on the side of her body. She laid it down on the ground between herself and her parents.
It was titled 'Zakan Tower: The Peace-Keeping Concert' in giant, pink letters. Below that was,
'Enjoy the hospitality of music-oriented, peace-loving trolls in our new tower. Here, for the modest price of 15 gold for entry and an additional 30 for all you can eat and drink, you will be astonished by the electronic amplifiers of music from Valdin. The former prince of Valdin will make you weep with his soulful voice. You have nothing to fear of us, and this will prove it to you. Starts 8PM and ends at 2AM'
"Heh. Looks like Zakan's sucking up to our species ," said Cynder "First that stupid sex-change, now this?"
"Mom, she needed that. She said all it was is a testicle and penis removal and some dragoness hermones."
While Spyro tilted his head in astonishment and confusion, Cynder gasped and eyed her maliciously "You've been speaking with that two-legged, leathery herm?!" she screamed, making her daughter into her usual self: timid and shaking.
"SHE? Since when has he been a she?"
"She had her nuts and dong chopped off and got pumped full of hormones. She was half woman at birth anyway," Dara said shakily.
"And you wanna see her perform? Bet the music will be crap," Cynder remarked.
"But the trolls themselves aren't evil, mom. It's only Enola and her generals...They even hate their homeland sometimes; with pollution and fog and algae-air."
Spyro took his daughter's side in this conflict and nudged Cynder, gaining her attention "We haven' heard music by an advanced race before, Cynder. You never know. And we'll get to taste their food, too."
"...Ok. But if any troll men go near Dara, we leave. OK?"
"I promise, Cyn." he slapped snouts with her for two seconds.
Dara screamed joyfully and embraced her father tightly, making her mother roll her eyes and shake her head, thinking, 'Daddies girl!'
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Meanwhile, Aventus awaits his date at the inn at a table with a flagon of bourbon. He reads her file thoroughly, and it says she wants a serious relationship and a sexual bonus.
'But where the fuck is she?' he thought.
His thoughts were soon interrupted when an 8-year-old Electric Dragoness, with a magenta underbelly and red cheetah spots on her golden body, entered and shouted out, "Message for Aventus the Fear Dragon!"
Aventus looked at the dragoness, tilted his head in utter confusion. He raised a paw "I be Aventus!"
"Ah! Splendid, miraculous, I founds him I did," she giggled, happy with herself as she approached and looked up at him. She then began at a pace and accent simular to Volteer's "I'm a friend of Niah Thira, the pale cheetah. She wants me tell you, that she wants to meet you at the trolls' concert in tonight. 'Twill be funky, loud, enthralling, wonderful music. She couldn't miss it."
"...You mean Zakan's queens' party?" he stuck out his tongue and trembled "Yiurck! No thanks."
"Aww, but she adores, melts over, and weeps for soulful music. They even play rock music towards the end of the night. Gets into your bones, it does. Groovy...Coming or not? It's your date, but she's just my friend."
Aventus tilted his head and eyed this little dragoness suspiciously "Why did a full-grown, love-seeking cheetah woman, send her eight-year-old Electric Dragoness friend to get her own date to come to her?"
"...She paid me. Now will you please follow me to Zakan's Tower? She seems desperate to meet you, but equally desperate to see this one-night concert."
"OK." And so Aventus followed this Electric Dragoness, half his age and size, out into the streets "Zakan's music better be more convincing than that stupid sex-change procedure he had."
"Oh 'tis, yes," she nodded "I'm actually in their young-dragons quire tonight. My dad's going to be there. And my uncle Helix paid my entry fee."
Aventus went wide-eyed and soon stopped in his tracks, making her stop and turn to him, confused "Whoa! Time out! You don't mean Helix Oblivion Vanguard Sea? The comedian?"
She nodded passionately, and didn't stop 'till she said, "I'm Volteer's daughter, Autumn. I have Dark Dragon, Electric Dragon, Fire Dragon and who knows what else in me. But my primary ability is Electricity. Zapzap," she giggled.
"...Heh.." The Now shocked Aventus and the daughter of Volteer continued down the street towards the city's main gates, outside of which is the trolls new tower, where they are isolated for their own safety. Just seconds after they went through the gates, they were amazed by the trolls ten-story-high, giant-stone-bricked tower. From overhead, it was shaped like hexagon. It had balconies all the way around it on every floor. It got thinner at the top and fat at the bottom. On the roof was a rotating wind turbine, providing the essential constant electricity that trolls rely on.
For this concert, a gigantic material shelter was first pinned to the second-floor balcony of the tower and then pinned a hundreds of yards away down to the earth. This provided enough shelter for the expected few dozen dragons and a hundred cheetahs and moles.
Zakans faithfuls, now wearing hunters robes like the Cheetahs wear, set up large round tables for smaller guests, and large foam mats for dragons to lay on. There are tapped vats of rum and beer. Zakan's trolls would consider it no trouble to pour it into their maws if they asked them.
The entire party will be enclosed by portable fences. There are only two Earth Dragon guards, but the trolls themselves can contribute to security, wearing black leather and wielding cutlass swords. At the opening of the fence, the guards will accept the entry and buffet fees.
Aventus shook his head in amazement as he and Autumn approached the party "These trolls are sure sucking up to us."
Autumn giggled "Yeah. Why don't they just go around and suck everybody's cocks and opera houses."
Aventus hung his jaw "Where'd you get that?! I've never heard a female of any race say that before."
"I'm a comedians niece, remember?"
They paid 15 gold for entry and 30 for the 'all you can eat and drink' deal.
Autumn pointed to the stage: triangle-shaped form overhead. At the back of the triangular stage was the heavy-metal-style, 10-piece drum set, with two bass drums, not one. Mics were suspended above it so all could hear. Lining the edges were the cone-shaped vocal speakers for the microphones. Just behind the drums, was a 6-foot-tall/wide bass amplifier. In every corner of the contained concert was a smaller, 3-foot-wide/tall speakers for every other instrument. A microphone was set to the height of a troll's face. Four others beside it were set to the height of a young dragon, where two female hatchlings, including Autumn, and two male hatchlings would sing with the trolls.
Aventus shook his head roughly in disbelief at the sight of his parents and his twin sister. "Mom, dad, Dara!" he called them over, making them sprint and stand before him "What you guys doing here?"
Cynder eyed Dara evilly, but playfully, "Daddies Girl couldn't miss a few leathery two-legged sing and play guitar."
Spyro gave Cynder a hard nudge "Cynder!" he gasped "Valdin Kingdom trolls are easily offended." He then looked up an down her and pointed a paw to her "Besides, what do we look like to them? All scaly and four-legged."
Cynder sighed "Good point."
Meanwhile at a table in the corner, Niah Thira, the pale, half-black-faced cheetah, watches in shock as Aventus gives his sister a friendly nuzzle and neck-lick. She felt disappointed, expecting better from a dragon. Sex-orientation and adultery was her idea of males of her own species.
But soon, her hope was restored when she concentrated her hearing with her feline ears on him and she heard him say, "I got a date, sister. You have some fun."
She placed her hand on her breasts and sighed "Fiew. It's just his sister."
Autumn pointed Aventus to her friend "There's Niah. You be good to her. She's taken allot from males of her own species. They gave her a hard, miserable, poor life."
Autumn then retreated into the trolls' tower, where her fellow young singers, and Zakan, her music singing coach, wait for her.
Aventus then does his calming, confidence-building breathing exorcizes, before approaching "Show time, 'Ventus," he told himself.
Niah, hanging her head, was struck with joy when he sat in the empty space on the other side of the table "Hey, baby. So glad you came," she smiled, purring and swaying her tail around in the air "Sorry for sending my friend, but..."
"You couldn't miss soulful singing," he continued for her, smiling. "I love live singing, too. They have it at the Winking Wyvern every month: Pianos, drums. I love it."
She hung her mouth in amazement "Me too. I love songs where you can not only hear every instrument, but know exactly what they're singing about."
"Yeah, I hate songs that don't mean anything. Those songs belong on the dance floor and nowhere else."
Niah shimmied her chair closer to Aventus, pleased with him so far. At least they share an interest, more than she could say for male cheetahs.
"Could you go get me some mead baby?" she plead.
"Anything," he said before pecking her cheek. He got up and approached the gigantic kegs of beer and mead. He walked with a slight gallop of joy, confident Niah is a serious love-finder,...and not one of those females who is so horny, she would force him to mate with her in a restaurant.
The algae-green troll standing asked "What will it be, master dragon?"
"Two flagons of mead and a dragon-sized basket of seared fish, thank you."
The troll filled up two flagons of mead from the taps on the gigantic kegs. He carried it all to their table and returned to his post.
While Aventus gulped down his mead, Niah merely savored and sipped it. Being a lady, she had a fetish for savoring spirits...while wrapping tails with a potential life-mate, Aventus.
"So what are your hobbies, Aventus?"
Aventus cleared his throat, burning form the alcohol. He answered in a deeper, raspy voice, "I like spear-fishing with my tail-blade, going for flights to the tallest mountains and-"
He was cut off by her, giggling at his accent "You sound like the Godfather."
Aventus smiled and mimicked, "Why exactly do you vant me to kill this...Dark Master?"
"Wow, hard booze can make anybody sound cool."
When Aventus recovered his healthy voice, he asked, looking into her gorgeous cat eyes, "What are your hobbies?"
"I like fishing too, only with a bow and arrow and fishing line: bow-fishing. I also like to paint birds. But you know what I love?"
Aventus shook his head
She smiled deviously, holding a glass to her teeth before saying, "...Fencing," and taking a sip.
Aventus swayed his tail, certain Niah will be his for life, sharing so much in common "Never met a female of any race who holds a sword, much less learns to use one." Aventus went back to swigging from his flagon, slapping his tail on the ground in joy.
"I don't just do it for fun. I'm a single mom with a cub in need of protection."
Aventus's mead came out his nose in shock "You have a child?!" he shouted.
Niah embraced him, not wanting to lose a potential mate for her and father for her child "It's OK. He's a quiet, soft, playful little thing. His father ran out when I was a week away from having him. Please don't go."
Aventus did his usual breathing exorcizes and turned his gaze back to her pleading eyes "...You sure I wont just be a burden for you and your son? I'm probably going to be the size of the guardians by the time I'm thirty, you know."
She smiled and shook her head "No, baby. My son loves dragons. And he really needs a father."
Aventus nuzzled her "For you, I'll stick around as long as you want me to."
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Meanwhile, in the near-empty, open-air first floor of Zakan's Tower, Zikara, Jester, and their new friend, a navy-blue, 5-foot-2-inch troll, no shirt with with messy red hair and his diamond-shaped bass-guitar, Seak(Sake), practice for the concert.
Seak was what they called a 'lil guy' so he had a 'lil voice' much lie Freddie Mercury...Or was it because he was a raving butt pirate? Who knows?
Zakan, after his year-long trans-gender surgery and weekly hormone shots, changed her name to Zikara. She still had relatively-broad shoulders, but finally had her dream hips, that of a young troll woman's. Her penis, once growing out of the skin above her gorgeous mound, had been removed carefully and the scar was almost invisible. Naturally she grew breasts half the size of her head. Her face was much more feminine. She now had a face and singing voice simular to the ones belonging to the lead singer from Heart.
Jester had barely changed since he lost his wings, so to speak, and followed Zikara to Warfang, but his uniform of the Valdin airfleet was thrown away and replaced with respectable woven leather like the cheetahs wear. He still had no hair and has to wear a sinister-looking top hat decorated with bones, having heavier musical influences than Zikara and Seak.
Zikara's musical influences were soft and quirky ones such as Culture Club, Heart and many more like it. Jester's were horrific metalists such as Ozzy and Alice Cooper. His voice was husky and zombie like. Therefor, nothing softer would fit his voice. Seak's influences were artists in between soft and heavy such as Queen, as he had a voice simular to that of Freddie Mercury.
At this particular time, Zikara, Jester, and Seak are playing in the middle of playing I Want To Break Free by Queen, before their fellow trolls populating the room.
After Zikara's keyboard solo, Jester began picking notes on guitar and then Seak began just before playing bass,
I want to break free
I want to BREAK FREE!
I want to break free form your lies you're so sub-satisfied over me Ooh...
I've got to break free.
Seak sat on the piano stool with Zikara and they touched cheeks and their voices harmonized,
Gods know
Gods know we want to break free.
Zakan dropped out
I've fallen in lurv.
I've fallen in love for the first time and this time I know it's for reeeee-eel.
I've got to break free
Seak handed his bass to a troll session player, took the wireless microphone and leapt into a small clearing in the crowd with a front-flip. He then began to sing, while walking like a cat, making all giggle, showing off his hairy chest.
It's strange but it's true. HEY!
I can't get over the way you love me like you do, but I have to be sure, when i walk out that door...
Oh how I want to break free, babay.
Oh how I want to be freeee
Oh how I want to breaaak free!
Jester and Zikara began their keyboard and guitar solo.
Meanwhile, the three guardians watch the practicing from the main archway.
"Oh can you believe we actually let these two-leggeds sing their girlie voices out. Their homosexuality and quirkiness is taken to the extremity, and beyond irritating," complained Volteer
"Then why'd you follow me and Terador?" Cyril asked.
"My gorgeous, dazzling, heavenly-looking daughter is in their choir tonight. I believe they call it, 'daddy-daughter-bond' in the typical tongue, and it seems like a brilliant idea because-"
"Volteer!" rumbled Terador "Ramling."
Volteer stuck out his tongue, sparking electricity of anger "You can both stick it up your tail-holes."
Cyril divides the trolls as he makes his way to the musical trio.
Seak, having no clue the Guardians were here, wielded a feather duster, dusting off everybody continuing,
But life still goes oh-on
I can't get used to living without, living without, living without you-ooh-ooh...by my side...
I don't want to live alone.
Seak, still not knowing Cyril was right behind him, place his hands on his hips, shook them and shout singed,
Gods know,
He began to turn around to face Cyril. When he did, his eyes were closed and he shout singed to the ceiling,
Gods know I want to breeeaaaaak freeeeeeeeeee-
he continued to hold that note until his eyes opened and met those of the gigantic Ice Guardian's, then he screamed the note, "EEEEK!" and quickly embraced one of his nearby trolls, chattering his teeth and trembling.
Jester yelled, "Oh fuck Sake, Seak. If you're so scared of dragons, you should've jumped off deck when you had a chance years ago."
"Well, if it isn't my favorite trio of musical poofters," remarked Cyril.
"Hey, babbi!" stood up Zikara on her stool "I'm not a manny no more, darling. Take a peeky." Zikara lifted up her silk, sparkling dress past her shoulders and showed all her Venus mound, perfect flaps and a delicate pink hood with blonde, fine pubes.
All the strait trolls in the room cheered, hooting and thumping their chests like guerillas.
"Oh please put that away! It's like the cavity of a turkey."
"Hey, that's a gorgeous troll pussy," Jester took Zikara's side "I nail it every night," Jester let loose an evil, raspy laugh towards the ceiling.
Zikara stook up and walked on the edge of the small stage like a feline "If I wasn't technically a princess," she playfully pointed to everybody, including the dragons, "I would each and every one of you ride me like a steam train. Choo choo choo," she then held a sheepish laugh.
Terador and Volteer rolled on their backs, laughing wheezily and fearing their stomachs would explode.
Cyril growled "Such filth! Disgraceful," cutting all laughter off.
"Why'd you interrupt anyway, Cyril?" asked Jester.
"We've come to inform you, that your food supplies from the city will be cut in half. Dreadfully sorry."
"...WHAT?!" roared Jester "There are hundreds of us! You want us to starve?"
"No, but some of the people of Warfang want you to," Terador informed "They say you belong in the swamp you were born in."
Seak, Zikara and Jester regrouped and smiled deviously at one another while Zikara asked Terador "Oh...do they, bubbi?"
"Yes, 'bubbi' they-" He was cut off by all the trolls and even Cyril and Volteer laughing
"Shut up!" Terador growled "I thought it was part of the troll language to call each other 'bubbi."
"Terador, what next? You going to start kissing males?" teased Cyril
"Fuck off!" he shouted.
When all calmed, Zikara and her boys said, "Music'll change their mind."
"Wait!" screamed a little Electric Dragoness, stomping on the trolls heads as she made her way to the musical trio of trolls.
When she joined them on the stage, Zikara stood before the little Electric Dragoness "Ah, Autumn. You're incredibly late you know. Naughty widdle girl."
"Oh, apologies, ma'am. But I needed to help a good friend of mine, bring her date to her."
"Dear, we'd never start without our favorite young choir." Zikara pointed a hand to the spiral stairs in the center of the room, just as two young Fire Dragons and a young Ice Dragoness came down "And here they are."
"Daddy will be there to watch every minutes, Autumn. Impress everybody!" encouraged Volteer
"I will daddy," she said as she joined her young choir.
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After Carliahs captain towed the wreckage of Urtiti's ship into the deep and completely sank it, she, her brother and her kind, all aboard their Sand Dragon companions, are taking the half-dead, bleeding, legless general to their rocky sanctuary...the Granite Tower.
They bank between large dunes and great rocks, as close together as the buildings of Warfang. these lifeless cities of solid rock were situated all around the gigantic, dried up salt lake their sanctuary is located.
One they cleared the rocks, Urtiti stared astound at at the Granite tower, in the center of a dried up salt lake, which was originally an impact crater.
The tower itself was a gigantic cone of granite, over 30 stories for its Sand Dragon and Red Scorpion troll occupants. The entire interior was suited originally for fully-grown Sand Dragons, but these red trolls can call it home too.
The lowest stone balconies were 30 feet from the lake bed, for in the wet season, the lake fills up, consuming that much of it.
Carliah's worriers, aboard their dragon companions, break off and land on the lower rocky platform.
However, she and her younger brother land on the upper platform. Just a five-minutes walk inside from there was the throne room of the Sand Dragons queen, Siika.
Carliahs dragon companion dropped Urtiti on the platform, gaining a painful, "Haaaah!" from him.
Carliah and Samuel dismounted them and gave them farewell kissed on their big snouts before they bowed, "Mistress," and "Master Samuel," and taking to the air to the barracks for their well-earned meat and rest.
Carliah, waving off her winged friend, turned to Urtiti and pulled a face of malice as he was crawling towards the edge of the platform "Oh no you don't!" he shouted, before grasping his arm and carrying him towards the entrance. His literally-bloody thighs left a trickling trail behind them.
Urtiti wheezed twice before threatening, "You and your race are no match for our queen."
Samuel, knowing where his head was from his voice, whacked him in the nose with a sheathed sword, making him squeal, "Aaaar!" and his nose to bleed
"Shut the fuck up, you swamp-swimming, Valdin filth. You couldn't wipe us off the planet when we were a solitary race of pirates, you wont now."
Urtit held his gushing nose and coughed with every pause, "...Useless, blind...cripples are...supposed to be...mellow."
Samuel filled with rage, and pulled the general from his large sister and held him to the ground "I'd be 'mellow' if it weren't for what you did! And I'm grateful to be blind, so I don't have to look at your mutated, Valdin Kingdom face."
Carliah pushed he brother off the Urtiti "He's not ours to kill." When they entered the interior, it was like being in a finely-crafted, granite cave, with tunnels and rooms exceeding the size of those of a cathedral. The tunnels were so broad, dragons and red trolls could easily navigate it without getting in one another's way.
When Carliah and Samuel were greeted by the sight of a crowd of Sand Dragons and their red troll companions on their backs, the trolls all gasped, but their Sand Dragons snarled like canines
"It's him!" a red troll gasped
"The little green plague. He'ssss returned," a Sand Dragoness snarled.
All surrounded them, quite literally wanting a piece of him.
Samuel drew his samurai swords and Carliah her axe/hammer.
"Back away! I slice you. I'm can be a living circular saw!" threatened Samuel, spinning his swords in the air.
"E's not ours to kill, my people. Siika would love his meat," Carliah said, backing her people away with her axe.
The crowd cleared them a path to Siika's throne-room "Then let ussss watch her slowly feasssst upon his bonessss!" suggest a Sand Dragoness triumphantly.
All followed the two, and their half-dead meat of a general, five minutes to Siika's throne room. Her throne-room, instead of a throne, was a feather-stuffed matress just big enough for her. At either side of the blue carpet leading strait to her bed, were two long, Viking-style dinning tables, each suitable for 15 trolls and 5 dragons. Like the rest of the tower, it was made form solid granite.
Siika herself was a middle-aged dragoness, with horns like a longhorn cow, with fine pink scales complimented with dazzling red fur. Like the rest of her kind, her wings were broad enough to blanket herself in them. Also like her kind the membranes of her wings was thicker and covered in a soft fuzz of stubbly fur. As her swollen belly and inflated breasts indicate, she is days away from berthing her first ever litter.
The Sand Dragon populations was 75% if not 90% female. Only 1 in 10 were born male. Thus Sand Dragonesses have their rightful part in general society here, being there not enough males. The males could produce enough sperm for the red trolls, the masters of medicine, to harvest and inseminate any female who doesn't have a partner and wishes to have infants.
The entire tower was lit by oil fires, because they have as much dependency on electricity as the Valdin Kingdom. The only electricity they use is aboard Carliah's ship, the Enduring One.
Siika tilted her head, puzzled, as what Carliah and Samuel had bought with them as they approached.
Samuel ran ahead of his sister, hearing Siika's breathing the moment they entered, and received an affectionate nuzzle from the chieftess.
"Sssamuul," she said joyfully with her Sand Dragon accent, "I heard the attack woofersss fwom here. So glad you're alright."
Samuel giggled "Siika, haven't you been studying our launquage? It's 'Sam-you-el' not 'Samuul.' Now let's practice," He cleared his throat "Samuel."
"...Samul."
"Samuel."
"Samuu-eel."
"SAMUEL!"
"Samuu-ell."
"Ah, that's close enough," he forfeited with a chuckle, his arms open to embrace her head, which she gave warmly.
Their hug ended with a lick on Samuel's face before she asked "What you bring me, vubi? And still alive too?" she asked, impressed.
Samuel pointed a hand to where he thought his sister was, but was practically off by a mile "I bring you-"
"Lil brother, I'm right here."
He corrected his hand-point strait his sister "...our now-defenseless, childhood worst nightmare."
Carliah dropped him on his belly
Samuel continued, just as the half dead Urtiti was raising his head, "Jahn Urtiti."
Siika snarled and got on her feet and stomped her metric tonn body slowly towards him "This filthsy green thing almost wiped out my entire species; hunting us for...fun food or whats you calls it!"
"Gourmet, chieftess," corrected Carliah sincerely.
Siika shook her head in anger "Yesss, whatever. Point isss," she pointed her bladed tail to him "This..." she plunged it into his gut, making him scream before continuing, "puppet cooked us and ate us, and his kind don't even give shit 'bout their twin race; driving them away."
"These Scrops aren't US! They're..." he clutched his wounded belly and had a short fit of a coughing before continuing, "They're dragon-loving pirates, who'd turned their back on us when we needed them the most!"
"Sssilence!" Siika placed her right back paw on his face, making him cream into "This one's for all killed and served on a platter, and all Red Scorpion ships you sank!" His head exploded with mince and blood when she pressed down.
Carliah, though overjoyed at his death, trembled at this site "Urg. I wouldn't do that with my hammer, let alone my foot. Messy"
Samuel, of course, couldn't see a thing and faced her "What I miss?"
"Siika just crushed 'is head with her foot."
Samuel chuckled "That's my big girl," he praised.
Siika shook the blood off her foot and approached Samuel for a cuddle "And you're my little man." She placed her giant head on his back, and was about let him embrace her but felt a cramp in her gut "Erg!" and laid down.
Samuel gasped and laid down beside her "You alright, Siika?" he asked, looking into her big wet eye.
Her face flared up with agony "It's not long now, Vubi. Thats the tenth cramp today."
Carliah however was more concerned for the pile of meat of the floor that was once general Urtiti "Is someone gonna clean this shit up or not?!"
Two male Sand Dragons rushed to lick up his blood.
"Thank you!" she said with open arms of relief "And save the 'ead and 'eart for Siika."
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While his sister and parents were towards the back of the this 'dinner concert' Aventus and his feline date, Niah, are right up the front. This seat of curtesy of Aventus, who'd wanted to impress his date with a front-row, center seat of soulful music.
Dara however rolled her eyes as Niah allowed him to stick his snout her corset and lick her motherly nipples "Ah," she face-pawed "Males," she sighed.
"Aventus is so horny," giggled Cynder "I had apes under my command that weren't so sex-obsessed, and they're sex-starved."
"If you walk around Warfang in the mating season, Cyn, you know better."
Cynder evil eyed him and gave him a slap on the face with her paw "You know better than to talk that way, Spy. Let's just hold tails and watch the concert."
Spyro shrugged, wrapped his tail around hers, and pecked her neck.
"Forgiving dragons, cheetahs and moles of Warfang," began a trolls voice, "We let you hear us sing and taste our food today as our thanks for keeping us safe this long in Warfang. Please welcome...erm," his speech sloed to a whisper a she spoke to a fellow troll, "What the fuck! This is the gayest name I've-"
"Just tell 'em, yah hot dog," said Zikara before giving him a slap
"Ah!" he rubbed his cheek, before speaking back into the microphone, "The Valdin Queens."
The curtain concealing all was lifted revealed the troll trio and their young choir. The young dragons took their place at their little mic stands and fluttered their eyes at the crowd, as did Zikara. Their opening song was I Was Made For Loving You by Kiss. The loudness and thumping of the speakers made all covered their ears for a seconds, but they eventually became amazed by this electric music of Valdin. Most couldn't help but leave their meals half-eaten and dance with the thump of the bass amp and bass drum.
Tonight...I wanna give it all to you...
The children jumped in,
In the darknesss, there's so much I wanna do...
They dropped out
And tonight...I wanna lay it at your feet...
'Cause girl I was made for you...and girl you were made for meeeeeeeee.
Zikara jumped in with her keyboard. The children jumped in the singing. Jester unleashed a humping motion into the body of his guitar,
I was made for loving you, baby, you were made for loving me...
And I can't get enough of you, baby. Can you get enough of me?
Meanwhile, while he continued, all laughed at his screaming and humping of his guitar
"Bahha! Looks like he's rootin' the guitar!" laughed a tipsy mole.
Spyro tilted his head "Trolls have sex with musical instruments. Disgusting."
"Why can't they just get a room," giggled Cynder "Their marriages must be awful to make them do that."
"It's all an act, you guys. And I love trolls," Dara smiled, turning her attention back to the musicians.
Surprisingly, Seak left with stage with his wireless bass guitar in hand, and leapt onto onto the front-row-center table where Aventus and his date sat, showing off his male camel-toe.
Niah took a gander at the troll's jewels, but Aventus looked away "Fucking gross!" in disgust. When the drum cymbals were banged, he continued on the bass, while wrapping his troll tongue around the headstock of his guitar.
Seak's guitar-licking gave Zikara the idea, she bounced her brows and began to play the keyboard with her newly-formed breasts. This was the spark that set off a powder keg of laughter in the audience.
"Haaaaar! The bitch is playing the synth with 'er knockers," a mole tipped on his chair and onto his back, then proceeded to pound the grass, cackling.
While her life-mate and daughter giggled, banging their heads on the tables and shedding tears, Cynder stuck out her tongue at the trolls' idea of a peaceful concert "She's playing the keyboard with her tater tots. Yiurk!" She covered her face with a paw.
Spyro gave her a playful slap with his tail "Live a little, Cynder. What I've learned so far: trolls' don't organize the music and the party. They are the music and party."
!I need some honest criticism before I update!
Tell me what you like and don't like about the story.
Oh and please check out my recipe of delicious honey-wine(Mead)
Here are the scales I need judged,
SEX 1-10
Action 1-10
General Details 1-10
The Humanoid Trolls 1-10
1 being horrible, 10 being the best you've read in awhile or ever.