Forty-six
To Ride a Timberjack

"Where the heck are those two?!" Charizard roared.

"They said they might be a while," Quilava defended. "Girls will be girls, after all."

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Suddenly, Zoroark and Serperior crashed through the wall (for once, not the forth one) riding a Rumblehorn and Timberjack, respectively.

"Easy, Raser! Easy!" Serperior cooed to the dragon as it landed.

"Good boy, Truffle!" Zoroark jumped off before her mount landed and stroked its muzzle.

The author came in as well, on her mount; a Snap Trapper.

"Wha…?" Frogadier gapped at them.

"What? Didn't you know HTTYD 2 just got out?" Serperior asked.

"You own dragons now?" Quilava cocked an eye at the author.

"Yup," she nodded. "Everyone, meet my dragons: Raser the Timberjack, Truffle the Rumblehorn, and Trip, the Snap Trapper. Impressed much?"

"…have we been replaced?" Flygon asked weakly.

"HECK NO!" Reevee tackled him to the ground and hugged him tightly. "You're my Sand Singer, you know that, right?"

"What?"

"Flygon's wings are capable of creating an evenly pitched noise comparable to that of a female singing. A Speed Stinger is a dragon from the How to Train Your Dragon series, thus the term 'Sand Singer' was developed off that."

"This surprise science lesson brought to you by Lucario."

"Thank you, Zoroark."

"Will you actually put who's saying what?"

"Fine," the author muttered, getting off Flygon.

Another dragon came through the hole in the wall, a Hobblegrunt with its scales colored purple leopard spots.

"And that would be Spittle!" Reevee introduced before it sat on her head.

"…I'm okay…"

"So you went to see HTTYD 2?" Shaymin asked.

"Yep. IT WAS EVEN BETTER THAN THE FIRST!" Serperior proclaimed.

"Could someone help me out? I can't update if I'm chocked by a Hobblegrunt…"

"why didn't' you invite us?!" Charizard bellowed. He was being watched by Raser very…very attentively.

"You're not a dragon type, Charizard. That's why," Zoroark snorted.

"Oh really?" Charizard held up his mega stone. It glowed intimidatingly.

For any of you who are concerned for poor Reevee, I'm O-kay!
Spittle: (sits back on top of the author)
... (weakly) sometimes I really hate you…
Percy: WELL, since Reevee's unavailable, I'll do the favor for her.
Thanks to Rosehrulez, your story takes after us PERFECTLY.
Agumon: It's kind of scary, actually. Did we meet in our past lives or something?
Percy: shut up, Agumon. She can't wait to read more of it, keep writing and keep being awesome!
I must be hallucinating. Percy said awesome.
Percy: it's what you would do, I've been co-hosting long enough to learn that.
?: can I come on now?
Spittle: RA-OAR! (Get back to Into the Kingdom!)
Oh, and one more thing before Spittle chokes me again!
Agumon: (snorts)
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, EVERYONE!
Percy: My father's a Greek god.
We know, Perc. We know.