~~Chapter Eight~~
(remastered)
Author note: Before we get started I would like to thank Iceclaw14 for proof reading my story for grammar and vocabulary and etc. please give her props on my behalf :). Oh and I am still looking for somebody who can make a comic book of my story. maybe somebody from Herpy, deviantart, or anything. Oh and, just to warn you, this chapter will contain high level course lanquage.
Helix jumped outside into the sunlight through from Jeenie's balcony. Venus followed his lead, gliding over the crowd of moles, cheetahs, and dragons. "You're a mastermind," someone in the crowd shouted. "You are invincible." One even praised Shigi: "You are no longer a troll! You are one of us now."
As the three heroes approached the large temple doors, Volteer pointed his nose to the sky and shot popping electric sparks into the air. Next to him stood Terrador, Hunter, and Cyril. All four of them had large, proud smiles on their lips. Spyro and Cynder bowed their heads low as Shigi brought himself to one knee. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed several missing scales on Volteer's neck, shoulders, and face, as well as a long scar over one of his eyes, closing it slightly.
"Rise," Volteer said, his voice powerful. The three rose, and Volteer's grin widened. "The three of you are absolute incredible. Stupendous! You managed to destroy the zeppelin base as well as cut off their main supply line. Because of your efforts, the Tall Plains will soon be ours again."
"It wasn't that much trouble, Volteer," Spyro said, bowing his head slightly.
Cynder piped up. "We couldn't have done it without Shigi. It was his brilliant idea that got us in and out alive. She turned to Shigi and nuzzled him, pulling him up from his knees. "Go on Shigi," he whispered. "You've earned this."
Shigi blinked. Cynder made a motion with her head for him to move forward, and he obliged slowly, shuffling his feet on the earth. His heart pounded madly in his chest, beating against his ribs. Fear battled with pride in his mind as he broke out into a cold sweat. He tripped over his own feet a few from Volteer, but covered it up pretending he was dropping to his knees in respect.
"Shigi, though you can never be a dragon, your actions have earned you a place among us," began the electric dragons. "You will eat with us, sleep among us, and celebrate with us as long as you continue to fight alongside us without question and follow our rules, you shall always be welcome here among the dragons."
The crowd around them clapped and whistled, cheering at the acceptance of their hero. Helix and Venus who had entered the crowd, approached the three. Venus opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Helix.
"Spyro, Cynder, I would be honored if you would tell me the whole story of your victory. I've got a show tonight—a free one." He raised his head and shouted to the crowd. "Free for all!"
The crowd again cheered, yowling at the thought of stomach-breaking laughter. "That would be awesome!" Spyro shouted, hugging Cynder tightly.
Shigi chuckled at this action. His eyes caught those of Venus. She smiled a wide grin at him, and he smiled back. Helix, seeing this exchange of looks, stared down at his sister. She felt his eyes burning into the back of her neck and turned to face him. "What?" she asked, her voice somewhat poisonous. "Do you have a problem with this?"
He shook his head. "No, Venus."
He opened his mouth to say more, but was cut off by Volteer. "These three heroes shall be knighted! The ceremony shall be held in the late afternoon."
The crowd roared and began to disperse. As Spyro and Cynder came nearer to the door, Helix stopped them. "Wait!" The two turned around to face him. "Come up to my room and tell me about your adventure. I'll make sure to bring some food for you to eat." he turned his head to Shigi. "You are invited also, Shigi."
Spyro nodded his head. "Of course we'll come."
"Even if your jokes are tasteless," Cynder commented.
Helix chuckled. "Oh, come on, Cynder. I saw you laughing at my show in Warfang."
"I would be honored to come," Shigi said from behind the dark dragon.
The three heroes followed Helix up the spiral staircase and to the room he shared with his siblings. As they walked, Venus matched her strides with Shigi's smiling down at him, her eyes sparkling like precious jewels. He looked up into her eyes and grinned widely.
Helix, on the other hand, was entertaining Spyro and Cynder. "Hey, Cynder, in what room do you and Spyro stay?"
"One-hundred," she informed him. "Why?"
"Do you know a dickie withers at three-hundred?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"No," she replied simply.
Helix angled his head downwards so their eyes met. "But…it does!" he tossed his head back, roaring with laughter.
Cynder and Spyro chuckled amongst themselves. "That was a good one Helix," Cynder said. "Much better than your pussy jokes."
"You guys liked that one?"
"Yeah," Spyro said.
Helix grew excited, pleased that his friends enjoyed his humor. "Well, what's the difference between a battleship and the male genitalia?"
Spyro thought for a second. "I've got no idea."
"Nothing: they're both long, hard, and full of seamen."
Spyro snickered, while Cynder pursed her lips tightly together to keep from giggling and giving Helix any satisfaction. The five of them stopped just before the door to Jeenie's room. He raised his paw to the door, ready to push it inwards, when he stopped and turned his head to face Shigi. The troll looked up at him, at first confused. His expression then changed into one of understanding. He nodded his head and turned on his heel to leave, but was cut off by Venus's tail.
"Don't go yet," she begged. "Please, just stay with me a little while, Shigi. I haven't spoke to you for so long."
Blood rushed to his cheeks. "Oh, okay." He said weakly, surrendering to her pleading.
Helix shook his head and pushed the door inwards, revealing Jeenie seated in the far corner of the room. At the sight of her brother, a large smile spread across her face. "Hey, Helix." She turned to Spyro and Cynder behind him. "Please come in, everyone! I had a friend of mine run down into the kitchen and grab up some rum, ice cream, and even some sugared dates. There's more than enough to go around, so please, help yourselves."
Helix nodded and lead the group inside. Venus and Shigi brought up the rear, and, as the troll entered the room. Jeenie rose from her fur. "What is he doing here?" she asked poisonously.
Helix sighed to himself, quietly enough for none to hear. "He's one of the three that destroyed the base, he deserves to stay and celebrate with us."
Jeenie shook her head. "No," she growled approaching him with large strides. Venus tore in front of him, her side to him. She barred her teeth at her older sister, growling low. Jeenie dug her claws into the stone beneath her. "Move it, Venus. He cannot be here."
"No!" Venus snarled. "Don't treat him like this. He's a hero now. He deserves as much praise as Spyro and Cynder."
Shigi's heart was pounding rapidly in his chest. However, he was not fearing for himself, but more for the beautiful dragoness before him. He rose one of his trembling hands to touch her softly on the shoulder and tell her this was unnecessary, that he didn't have to be here. However, this action was cut off by Cynder's voice.
"I believe he deserves more praise than Spyro and I," she said, stepping forward boldly.
Spyro nodded his head. "Yes, if it were not for Shigi, we would have sunk into the swamp and would not have succeeded."
"I do not care!" Jeenie shrieked. "He does not deserve to be here among us."
"Yes he does," Venus corrected her confidently. "He is more than worthy of this. And he is undeserving of your hatred."
Jeenie bit her lip. "Get him out of here," she hissed. "And you can leave, too. I don't want to celebrate with a murderer and his bitch."
Venus exhaled strongly. "And I don't want to be around an ignorant cunt." She turned her head to face Shigi. "Come on, let's go." She turned around and headed out the door, Shigi following numbly.
As soon as Jeenie slammed the door behind them, Venus turned around energetically, facing the door. "Fucking bitch," she screeched, loud enough for all to hear. Smoke was leaking from her nostrils and to the ceiling.
Shigi, just as terrified as Venus as she was her sister, stuttered. "V-Venus, it's okay…you don't need to worry, okay? I don't mind honestly."
She turned around slowly. "But you should mind, Shigi," she replied softly. "It's unfair for her to treat you that way. You've redeemed yourself, Shigi. Volteer is planning on knighting you, and yet she cannot forgive you. It's selfish, egotistical. You've done so much to protect the future of her children, even though her husband's death—"she cut herself off, shaking her head. She rose her eyes to meet Shigi's. "You don't deserve to be treated that way, alright?"
He rose a hand and caressed her cheek. "Don't worry about it, darling. Nothing matters as long as you're beside me, so don't be upset."
She nodded her head. "Okay," she whispered weakly. Shigi rose to his toes and kissed her lips tenderly.
In an effort to cheer her up, he proposed that they head to the beer hall to relax. Venus agreed and led him down a large staircase at the bottom of which they reached a large threshold covered with sparkling scarlet chains. From within, they could hear a pumping base as well as overwhelming chatter. Shigi grew overwhelmed at the idea of just how many dragons would be inside, but pulled himself together for Venus's sake. He approached the beads and pulled them to the sides, motioning gracefully for Venus to enter. She obliged, and the two entered the den.
The large den was packed to the brim with dragons and cheetahs. At the far wall was a small wooden stage with amps, black curtains, and purple and red lights which were spinning around the dancers madly. Along the walls were soft blue lights providing a dim light just so one would not be constantly tripping over others. A mole busied himself a small bar wide enough for only six fully-grown dragons to seat themselves. The sudden light from the hall that entered when the beads were pushed to the side caused many of the party-goers to turn to face the door. Whispering then commenced among the cheetahs, dragons, and moles.
"By the gods, it's Shigi Hasethsmalvena, the Cloaked Widow-Maker," whispered a female dragon at the bar.
"Cynder and Spyro say they trust him," the mole bartended replied.
"Well, he had better not try anything in here," a male mumbled.
Shigi, unaware of the gossip because of his overwhelming worry for his dragoness, sat down at an empty seat at the bar while Venus sat on the floor beside him, tall enough for her head to appear over the bar. The barkeep approached timidly. "I'll have a gin," Venus requested.
"I'll have the same," Shigi replied.
The barkeep nodded and walked off, returning a moment later with the drinks in his hands. He set them down before the odd couple who immediately began drinking. The barkeep, however, was curious. "Are you the Cloaked Widow-Maker?" he asked, eying Shigi. "Are you not Shigi Haseth—"
"Don't call me by that name," the troll cut him off, angered. "I am not proud of my service to the Troll kingdom! I have put it all behind me and I am serving the allied races now, I shall lay down my life for them."
"I—I'm sorry," the barkeep screeched, scuttling off. The two finished their drinks, hoping to become quite drunk, when another song came on—White Boy Dance Mix by Culture Club-a favorite of Venus's. She turned to him, "let's dance, okay?"
He nodded and jumped off the stool, following Venus to the dance floor. "Venus, I'm not quite sure how I'm going to be able to dance."
"Just do whatever," she said, whipping her tail left and right as she shuffled on the floor. Shigi began to break out several odd and awkward movements. "Shigi, no one dances like that in our realm."
"Oh," he replied, blushing both from the alcohol as well as his embarrassment. He dropped down to the floor, his stomach pressed against the stone, and slid around awkwardly, oftentimes freezing in place, unable to move. Venus giggled at his odd, unknown movements.
They danced crazily, for several hours, attracting little attention as most were busy dancing their own weird moves to the beat of the music. Then, the music changed to a lighter song, The Best by Tina Turner, and the lights on the walls changed to a midnight purple color and the small lights on the ceiling began to glow dimly, brightening to the drums of the song. "I love this song ," Venus shrieked.
"We don't have to stay," Shigi replied, "if you don't want to."
She shook her head. "Nah, I like this song." She opened her wings wide and rose to her hind legs, aiming her tail scythe to the sky, singing the song terribly out of harmony.
Shigi, astonished, laughed. "By the gods, Venus, you are a crazy woman!" He laughed loudly. "But I love it!" The two of them danced excitedly, sweat dripping from Shigi's face, until the other dances removed themselves from the floor, leaving the two alone. Venus was attracting the attention of the fire dragon males, who had a good view of her needy, swollen sex. "By the gods," one gasped, "is that heated female trying to get laid? How spectacular."
"No way," another replied, disgusted. "She's dancing with the Cloaked Widow-Maker!"
The afternoon burned outside when the dancing stopped and the music faded. The dancers turned on their heels and headed out of the den, talking about showers and lunch. Venus and Shigi also left from the temple, quite sober, but a little high on adrenaline.
Shigi laughed loudly. "I had the best time ever!"
Venus giggled. "Come here, you trigger-happy drunk!" She lowered herself and Shigi hopped onto the back of her neck and gripped her horns. She brought him up the staircase speedily, going two steps at a time. Just before the door to Venus and her sibling's room, Shigi hopped off her back. She nuzzled him romantically as he hugged and kissed her muzzle. "I had the best time I've had since I was a boy in Warfang," he said. His eyes then widened as he realized something. "Wait, where am I supposed to sleep tonight?"
"Don't worry, Shigi," she replied. "You just wait here while I ask my sister and brother." She kissed his forehead and headed into the room, finding Helix, Spyro, Cynder, Jeenie, and her sister's children sharing ice cream while the adults took shots and Spyro and Cynder shared details about their mission to the Dead Marshes. Thankfully, these three adults were only a little intoxicated. When Jeenie caught sight of Venus, she made a move to rise to her feet and gritted her teeth, but Helix shook his head at her. "Calm down," he mouthed.
"Hey, Spyro," Venus asked, oblivious of her sister's anger. "Shigi was wondering where he's supposed to sleep tonight after the show."
Cynder nodded her head and turned to Spyro. "That's right, the Guardians didn't give him a room." She turned back to Venus. "Do you think Shigi would mind sharing a room?"
Venus shook her head. "I don't think so, why?"
"Our room has an empty attic," she explained. "He can use it."
"Really? You two would do that for Shigi?"
"Yeah," Spyro said. "It's the least we can do. After all, he didn't double-cross us on our mission and got us in and out alive."
"Thanks!" Venus said, smiling wide. "I'll go tell Shigi." She turned on her heels and opened the door behind her.
"Did I hear that right?" Shigi asked, standing in the threshold. Jeenie again was ready to stand, but was calmed again by Helix's cold stare. "I'm gonna stay with Spyro and Cynder?"
"Yes, Shigi," the black dragoness said with a nod. "Consider it your reward from Spyro and I for getting us in and out of that zeppelin base alive."
"That's brilliant," he replied. "You don't need to worry about helping me bring my stuff there, I've got nothing other than myself and my armor and weapons, which I can bring myself."
"We have furs you can sleep on," said Cynder.
"Holy crap," Spyro hissed, turning to face Cynder abruptly. "We have to get ready for the ceremony—we don't have too long until it starts."
Cynder nodded. "Right." She turned to face Jeenie. "Sorry Jeenie, but we have to go."
"Wait, Cynder," Jeenie said as the two dragons rose. "I want to apologize for what I said about you in the Warfang comedy hall. I was heavily pregnant and all my brain blood was in my uterus. I wasn't thinking straight. Still, that's no excuse for saying what I did. I'm sorry."
Cynder smiled. "It's fine, Jeenie."
"Thanks," she replied. "And, before you leave, you should say goodbye to Dasha and Pyro. Just put your face near them and see if they'll study you."
Cynder turned to Spyro, silently asking permission to be a little late. "Go ahead Cynder," he answered, motioning towards the children with a paw." He turned around and hurried out the door. Venus and Shigi, who had been awkwardly standing there for several minutes, also decided this was the proper time to leave.
Pyro and Dasha were lying against one another. Dasha was wide awake, rubbing his brother's back as well as she could. He was enjoying the pathetic attempt at a rub, digging his claws into the fur beneath them. Jeenie's tail was wrapped around them as usual. Cynder slowly approached the children and lowered her head to the children. Dasha rose from her mother and walked slowly over to Cynder. She rose her hands to Cynder's face and touched her muzzle softly.
Cynder giggled. "My name's Cynder," she said slowly, attempting to communicate with the child.
"Is she a dragon too, Mommy?" Dasha asked, keeping her eyes glued on Cynder's.
"Yes, sweetie," Jeenie said, leaning forward and kissing her daughter on the neck. "She is Spyro's lover."
"Was he dat purple dwagon?"
"Yes sweetie."
Pyro opened his eyes and eyed Cynder. Immediately, he became frightened by her closeness and ran to his mother, hugging her muzzle tightly as he shook, panicked. "Go meet Cynder, baby," Jeenie said softly, pushing him forward with her nose.
"It's alright," Cynder began, her voice high. "I won't bite."
Pyro approached her slowly and only sniffed her, still too terrified to actually touch her. After a few moments, Cynder pulled away. "I have to get ready," she said to Jeenie. The two exchanged quick goodbyes before Cynder hurried out of the room. As she neared her own room, she caught sight of Shigi. "Shigi," she called, causing the troll to turn around and face her. "You wouldn't mind helping me put on body glitter, would you?"
He shook his head. "Not at all."
The two entered and Spyro's room, Shigi following somewhat nervously. Spyro was already prepared for the ceremony: his horns sanded and glittering, a golden helmet framing his face, oil glowing on his purple scales. Spyro's eyes met Shigi's and he shot his lover a confused look. "Shigi is going to put my body glitter on," she explained. "But first I've got to clean my vagina. It's full of something crust and hard," she said, pained, as she hurried over to the shower and fished all the crusty stuff from her pussy.
She reemerged five minutes later and laid on her stomach on a large tunnel as Shigi rubbed body glitter on her back, down her sides, and on her throat and head. When he had finished, she rose from the towel and admired herself. The glitter appeared like stars twinkling in the night sky. "Thanks, Shigi. This is great." She turned to Shigi with a smile. "Now, how do you want to be dazzled up for your knighting?"
Shigi shook his head, setting his eyes downcast. "No, I won't be knighted," he said softly. "The dragons still do not trust me, and I am afraid of what they would think of me if I were to accept this honor."
She took his chin in her hand and raised his head so his eyes met hers. "You are a hero to us, Shigi. You're a hero to me, Spyro, Helix, Venus, Jeenie…every dragon in this temple owes their lives to you."
He shook his head as best as he could. "I will always be a menace to them," he said, his voice slow and slow. "Always. No matter what I do, nothing shall change that."
Cynder released her grip slowly. She blinked her eyes several times and licked her lips, forming the words carefully at her lips. "I used to work for the Dark Master, Malafor," she whispered.
"I know," Shigi replied.
She shook her head. "But you don't know everything. I haven't even told Spyro of all the things I did while I was under Malafor's control. I killed dragons, cheetahs, moles—even the apes that served under me sometimes became my dinners. For many years I destroyed village after village. These hands are stained by the blood of the dragons that could have been my comrades," she lifted her hand to her eyes and clenched her fingers into a fist, her claws digging into her scales. She brought her hand back down and eyed Shigi.
"But I'm still accepting this reward, Shigi. I deserve it. The past is behind me. Yes, some dragons don't think that way and still think of me as a menace, and yes it does hurt that they think that way. But I have been aiding these dragons ever since I regained my body. I can never repay them for what I've done, but that does not mean that all I have done has been in vain." Cynder paused, taking a deep breath. "So accept that you have done much for the allied races, and accept this reward."
Spyro, who was waiting outside, called into the room. "Cynder, we have to leave right now!"
"I know," she yowled back. She drew her eyes back to Shigi. "Well? Are you going to accept you successes and come with us?"
He bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Cynder. I know what you're trying to say, but I have yet to think that way," he began. "I'm still the Cloaked Widow-Maker. I look in the mirror and I see his face. I don't want a menace such as he to receive such an honor."
She closed her eyes, sighing. "I understand," she whispered. She kissed him softly on the forehead. "I understand," she repeated as she walked away.
"Are we going without him?" Spyro asked her, handing her silver helmet to her.
She placed the mask on her face. "Yeah. Just let him be for a while."
"Sure can do," Spyro said as the two walked down the hallway.
Shigi collected himself and climbed up the attic ladder and into his new room. To his surprise, he found jerk-off magazines for dragons, moles, and cheetahs collected in large piles ready for his grubby hands as well as a bowl of sugared dates and almonds beside a small fur. However, his head felt heavy, his interest in the magazines was dull.
He curled himself into a tight ball on the fur and wished for sleep to come.
Meanwhile, Spyro and Cynder arrived at the entrance to the den well before it had opened for the ceremony. Being that they were the ones to be knighted, they were able to fly directly to the entrance while the other dragons waited, forming a long line extending the entire way up the spiral staircase.
"Oh, by the gods!" one dragon exclaimed. "It's the hero couple: Spyro and Cynder." After this call, the fire dragons all cheered for them loudly, sending small, popping sparks into the air which broke and drifted downwards like miniature mole fireworks.
The Cheetah guard at the door blinked. Recognizing the two, he opened the doors to the den. Spyro and Cynder glided in and the door shut behind them. The entire den was empty save for the two of them and half-a-dozen moles preparing the seats for th audience. On stage, Volteer, Cyril, and Terrador were waiting, ready to greet them.
"You two came in just in time," Terrador yelled as the two flew to the stage and landed just before Volteer.
"Where's Shigi?" asked Volteer.
"He decided not to come," Cynder said softly.
Volteer nodded his head. "I understand his decision, but it's still a shame."
Terrador pointed a claw to the drapes behind him. "Get behind the drapes."
Spyro and Cynder hurried behind the large yellow drapes on the stage. After waiting for a minute or so, they heard the creak of the doors swinging open and the footsteps of the fire dragons entering the den and walking to their seats. Spyro turned to Cynder, excited for their upcoming knighthood. However, he noticed the glazed look over her eyes and asked, "Cynder, what's wrong?"
"Shigi's not coming," she said, although he was already aware of that fact. "I know why, I understand how he feels, but it's not true. It's not fair. Here I am, accepting this award even after I've committed twice as many atrocities against the allied races while he's just waiting for this to end. It's not fair."
He licked her neck, attempting to cheer up her. "He'll be fine, don't worry. And you have every right to receive this award. After this, Venus will take him to the den and they'll have a great time, alright?"
Volteer's voice brought their attention away from one another. "Fire dragons! Cheetahs of Avalar and Moles of Warfang, I give you the heroes of Warfang themselves. Today is the day they become our protectors who will lead our arms to victory and defend us from evil. Come out, Spyro, Cynder!"
The audience cheered as Spyro and Cynder emerged from the drapes beside Volteer. Volteer turned to Spyro. "Spyro, as a rare Purple Dragon you were born to save us all. You were born to save the dragons from total destruction, and you have done just that countless times." He turned to his side and took a silver chain in one claw from a nearby mole attendant. It was a beautiful silver chain decorated with red feathers and the golden emblem of the dragons. Spyro bowed his head slightly and Volteer slid the chain around his neck.
Volteer turned his attention to Cynder. "Cynder, although all the dragons may never forgive you, know you have proven yourself worthy. You have my forgiveness for keeping Spyro alive and defeating your former master, Malafor." Volteer turned again to the mole attendant and took from him a golden battle mask studded with diamonds. Spyro carefully removed her battle mask just before Volteer placed her new one over her eyes. "Bow down, heroes!"
The audience cheered aloud as the fire dragons breathed flames and sparks into the air, immersing the den in a soft, red glow. Spyro and Cynder turned to face the crowd. They approached the edge of the stage and stood on their hind legs, spreading their wings. Spyro sent bright, heated flames into the air and Cynder did the same with her Shadow breath.
"Cynder, this is great," Spyro said to her.
"I know," she agreed. "But are they cheering for you, or for me?" she asked, laughing.
"Both of us, Cyn. We're the heroes."
Author's note: Please tell me what you think of my characters and how my story is as the categories below go.
Shigi: *panting* Just...jerking off...so glad those two made me this room. And there will be an intimate scene in the next chapter.
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And thanks again to Iceclaw14 for improving vocabulary and grammar. GIVE HER MY THANKS! She's brilliant :).
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