~~A Pure Time and a Pure Prince~~
Before I get started, I'd like to ask my audience some questions.
1-Does the eroticism in my sotries gain boners or a moisty from any of my audience members? XD
2-Are my humanoid trolls original to any length?
3-Would anybody like to be my full-time editor for the sequel to this story? If so PM me and I'll discuss your qualifications.
4- can anybody maybe sketch one of my characters or troll zeppelins in this story, publish it online and tell me where it is? Like Herpy, DeviantArt or another legitimate art site. I've always wondered what other people thing my characters look like.
This part with Aventus and the Ice Dragons takes place some time after the battle that follows in this chapter.
Just seconds after they witnessed the Valdin Kingdom attacking the airship of their own prince, Aventus and the Ice Dragons are excited when the cheetah worriers return form the temple. They thought the Purple Dragon would be with them. But when the last of the leapt over the bushes and joined them in the clearing.
Aventus felt angered at the fact that neither his father, nor his twin sister, was with them. He approached a heavily-breathing, traumatized cheetah worrier "Where's my dad and sister!" he growled "How could you leave them in there?!"
"The Alligatoress has them trapped in the temple, Aventus!"
While Aventus evil-eyed and growled at the cheetah, one of the Ice Dragons could see what appeared to be two Fire Dragons, lead by a very small dragon, gliding in for the landing.
Aventus raised a claw and was about to scratch the cheetahs face right off "How could you leave him in there?!" Aventu poised himself to to scratch, and the cheetah tightened his face and closed his eyes
"It's Cynder! And our vital supplies!" the Ice Dragon screamed out in triumph, stopping Aventus from scratching.
All the cheetah worriers and Aventus gather behind the triumphant Dragon. They stood ready to greet the supply-carrying Fire Dragons and Spyro's life-mate...
...But very soon, they will all be greeted by the most unlikely characters imaginable.
While Zakan remained hidden aboard his new stolen zeppelin with his now-rebel crew of a hundred, Gavrin and Karl tend to Spyro's daughter.
While Gavrin and his faithful pet lay by the fire, Karl lays Dara on a furry sleeping bag, on her belly, and carefully stitches shut the open wounds on her back, which accrued when he laid on the jagged floor. Her father laid beside her. He wrapped his tail around hers and rubbed the back of her neck. He does some triangle-shaped criss-cross stitches, with some natural-fibered string, which will dissolve as she heals. She is now more awake, thanks to the reviving serum the ex-doctor gave her.
With every insert of his hooky needle, she clenched and dug her claws into the limestone. But her suffering would not last, for Karl had one last stitch to do.
"And...there we go, Dara. No more stitches."
She breathed with relief "Thanks, troll," she smiled.
"Please...call me Karl Henshin, not 'troll' it's a tad...racy," he plead, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort.
"OK, Karl." Dara then got on her feet and gave the old troll a sucking kiss on his wrinkly cheek, "Mmm..." causing him to shoot his eyes wide open in amazement. He never thought he'd receive a luck-bringing, soothing dragoness's kiss. When she finally released it "Mwah!" he rubbed his cheek in disbelief.
"Whoa. Thanks," he chuckled.
"Here, what about me?" Gavrin waved "This old fag-bag wouldn't be here if it weren't for me and Star here," he pointed to his pet, who nodded in comply."
Dara didn't hesitate and approached the teenaged troll "Ah, sorry," she giggled.
When Dara stretched her neck out to give Gavrin the magical dragoness's kiss, Star screamed, and then growled at her, and took Gavrin in her wing. It was her way of saying, 'Stay away from my troll,' her way.
"Star!" Gavrin gave her a furious slap on the cheek, causing her to yelp and back away with a sad face. He pointed to her "Naughty!" He then faced Dara, tail between her legs, shivering "Don't mind her. She thinks just because I'm a boy and I have rid her nearly all my life, that I'm her male.
Dara's fear and shivering immediately stopped and "What?!" she threw a fit of laughter "She thinks your her boyfriend?"
"Yeah. Who needs a girlfriend when you have an overprotective dreadwingess, who thinks I'm her male."
Dara recovered form her fit of laughter and approached him to finally give him the kiss. She did it the same way she did with Karl but much more slowly and tenderly, her silent, 'Thank you,' for saving her and her father.
Star spat in the fire and turned her gaze away to say, 'Hmm!'
When her kiss finally ended, Gavrin felt tingling feeling rushing back and forth through his whole being from toes to hair again and again and again. The air on his back stiffened
"...Wow! It's like I'm high or something."
"Why do trolls like a dragoness's kiss so much? Male dragons don't think it's a big deal," Spyro asked, tilting head.
"Well," Gavrin began, rubbing the enflamed spot on his cheek, "The Valdin Kingdom's homeland, Valdin, is no magical place. It's not even a good view from the palace in the capitol city. It's just boring, stinking swamp."
"So...a dragoness's kiss is magical by troll standards?" Spyro began to understand.
"Hell yeah!" Gavrin responded "Enola suspended the the light and dark arts when she came to power."
Karl shook his head in regret "When my medical career in Valdin ended, I should've known better than to take the queen up on her offer." He shrugged "Well...at least I got to assist a royal birth. That's no small thing," he reminded himself.
"What does a troll queen's vagina look like?" Spyro asked in immature curiosity.
"Daddy! Yuck! How dare you ask trolls that about their women," Dara said, disgusted.
Karl began nonetheless. "Well before a troll women births her first child-"
"Oh Karl please don't," plead Gavrin, looking as if he'd vomit if Karl said another word of it.
Karl took no notice of Gavrin "Before the birth of her first child, it looks like a glistening flower of Twilight Falls with a perfectly folded hood."
Spyro laid down, fearing his member would break free of his penile hiding place "What about after birth?"
"Dad!" Dara chuckled in shock. But what could she do? chuckle or cry?
Gavrin knew for certain he'd vomit if he heard Karl's description of that. "I'm not listening," he jammed his fingers in his ears "Lalalalalaaaalaaaa!"
"After her first child stretches her rosebud, it looks like the mouth of a drooling dreadwing, without the teeth. But there is a surgery available now for it to tighten it back up and make it look virgin, though it's not."
"Gross!" Dara never felt so disgusted in his life. Why her father was fascinated by a trolless's anatomy puzzled her. She went to sit by Gavrin and get away from the dirty old troll and her father.
"Don't mind Karl. He's a dirty old man," Gavrin said, drinking from a bronze flask.
Dara was more interested in the magical rings on his hand. She tilted her head in confusion as she stared at it "I thought you said your homeland wasn't magical. What's that on your hand?" she pointed a paw to it.
He held his ahnd before him and looked at it "My ma gave this to me. She said that it belonged to my da's father, who was a sorcerer...but I have a feeling he was dragon-slayer."
"What make you think that?"
"Well, when you and your da showed up, it filled with electricity. I have a feeling that it makes a dragons magic trickle away and harnesses it for use against them."
"Trolls were dragons slayers!" Dara froze, gulped and stared in fear.
"Relax! Trolls haven't been dragon slayer for generations. And I'm not gonna kill yah," he laughed. He shook himself back into seriousness "At one point we were, yeah. Now we're just swamp people and puppets with guns."
"But you can be a great people. You're so advanced with medicine and you have airships you use for just about everything."
Gavrin forced a chuckle "Too bad our leader's too much of tyrant to think that way. Ads far as I know, her father was a monarch in comparison, but I wasn't even alive then."
Dara swayed her tail across the floor and began to ask question about the troll's homeland, Valdin. "What's Valdin like, Gavrin?"
"It's like a cross between a gigantic forest, and a marshy swamp. It has trees that are average of 200 feet tall and slow-flowing rivers that are surprisingly deep and clear. And the temperature is either perfect or good. It's either really cool or 30* max."
Dara laid like a canine and began tapping her tail on the floor "Sounds like my kind of holiday destination for summer," she complimented.
"Yeah," Gavrin nodded in cheer, remembering the only good aspects of his homeland "In those rivers in our forests, we have otters, electric eels and the bird-life is incredible too. If it weren't so...hostile, I'd take you there. Our queen may despise dragons, but the people have no real hatred for your kind."
"Yeah, your old friend seems to know allot about my dad."
Gavrin chuckled "Yeah, he's a mad scientist. When I was a boy, I loved going into the palace basement where his lab was and looked at all the fetuses in the big jars he was growing for the queen. He was making some kind of super soldiers."
Dara shook her head as if it were a maraca "Trolls experiment on unborn infants! Wow!"
"Yeah. He harvested the fetuses from an abortion clinic in the city."
"A what clinic?"
"Abortion. We have the technology in Valdin to remove a fetus from a mother who is either too young, too old or mentally unfit to be a mother. If she conceives beyond the age range of 16 to 40, her child will have something mentally or physically wrong with them. It's pretty much illegal for a woman to get pregnant beyond that range of age. But luckily, for a troll woman beyond that age range, it's free of charge to get an abortion."
Dara shook her head slowly in amazement "You're people are so advanced, especially in the field of medicine."
"And we don't just do abortions either. We can artificially inseminate our women. If she wants a baby and doesn't have a husband, she can just go buy some premium-quality sperm from a clinic and they'll insert a tube into her and fertilize her egg. The queen herself of one of the first women to conceive that way."
"I wish we had that back in Warfang. I'd love to have some hatchlings, but not while I'm still living with my parents and brother."
Dara became a bit bored, as much as she was fascinated by the topic and decided to change it "Do you have a girlfriend, Gavrin?"
Gavrin hung his head "I-I had one. Her name was Ninana. I'd been her male since we were 4-foot-tall kids. But..." he shed tears and his heart almost stopped "The day me and Karl escaped Valdin, me and her stopped the queen from executing some protesters who broke into the palace grounds. They locked all of us up...then the queen herself made me pick who would live and...who would die...the dozens of protesters...or her. She said she couldn't live if I'd chosen her and not them. I had to choose her." he broke out in tears and fell on his side.
Dara approached and laid behind him and began rubbing his back "There's plenty more fish in the sea, Gavrin. I've subscribed to two dating services back in Warfang, and I still haven't found my #1 guy."
"Ninana was my #1 woman. I felt fur sure I'd marry her one day. I was sure she would be the one who'd carry and have my sons and daughters. She even liked fencing with blunt cutlasses just like me. She was fascinated by history just like me. And when I was 10, she was the only one in my class who never called me a know-it-all or gave me atomic wedgies."
"Would you ever...like to love again."
Gavrin sniffled "I might, but just not right now. Not while that day in Valdin is my nightmare. I'll get over it...eventually."
"Hang in there," Dara comforted before giving him another magical dragoness's kiss.
Little did she realize her father was watching the whole time. He feared for his daughter so close to a member of an enemy species. She eyed her slightly maliciously as she approached, expecting a nuzzle form her him.
Dara gave her father a nuzzle with smile, but her smile faded as she realized he would not nuzzle back like usual. She faced him with a puzzled look "Daddy, why you so cold?"
"I saw the way you are with Gavrin," he whispered.
She shrugged "So."
"So..." he sighed as he searched for the right words "He's a troll, Dara and...Remember me telling you about the attack on Warfang, the day right before your mother laid your's and Aventus's eggs?"
Dara nodded as her mouth hung.
"I and your mom came face to face with General Stone-Fist. He was just a pale, horned, deep-voiced puppet...The apple never falls far from the evil tree."
She gasped at her father's comment "Dad! Gavrin is not a monster. I can see into his soul. He's pure."
"...evil." Spyro continued for her.
Dara gasped gave her father a stinging slap on the snout with her paw. He clutched it. Gavrin and Karl, by the fire, turned their heads at the noise.
Dara said with wet eyes and trembling chin "You're the Purple Dragon, daddy. You're the protector of all species. Can't you see the good in Gavrin? If he's evil, then why'd he help me and you? Why did he escape from Valdin?"
Spyro realized that he has insulted the one who helped them both, and laid his head on Dara's neck. She sluggishly did the same with him "I'm so sorry, Dara. I've got too much going on in my head. I'm not thinking strait. Forgive me?" Spyro rubbed his head up and down her neck, silently pleading for forgiveness.
Dara hesitated for smiling weakly "...OK," and gave him a playful bite on the flab of his throat, forgiving him.
Karl left Gavrin and Dara alone and spoke to Spyro, "We need your convexity breath, Spyro. It's the only thing that can purify a soul and permanently kill the undead. That was no ordinary witch we were fighting. It was-"
"An ancient, fallen queen of your species. I know."
"So...Purple Dragon. Can you help me and my...," he pointed a hand to Gavrin by the fire "Responsibility here."
Spyro smiled, "You're joking? I defeated the Dark Master. I can take down an undead queen without breaking a sweat."
"You'll have to come with us then. But your daughter's too injured to fight the Alligatoress and her slaves."
Dara gasped, insulted "I'm the daughter of the once-in-a-millenia Purple Dragon. And you should see me my brother: a Fear Dragon. Scary almost as Malefor was."
Gavrin had to throw in his historic knowledge that made him 'famous' in the Enola Youth. He gained Dara's attention when he began, "This is the Ancestor of Enola herself. She bit the throat out of a classmate who ridiculed her freakish teeth when she was my age. She's not afraid of bitting out the throats of a dragon, believe me."
"So what do I do? Just stay here and...age."
"No," Karl began, "You stay here and heal."
Dara took this into her advantage and smiled. She pointed a paw to Gavrin "Then Gavrin should stay here and...protect me."
"Fine. Then I need Star to ride on."
Star gargle-growled and spat, almost hitting Karl with her saliva. It was her way of saying, 'The only male who rides me is Gavrin.'
"C'mon, girl. Karl's master's guardian," plead her master.
Star moaned in complaint and took him under her wing in an attempt to gain his approval to stay. She was trying to say, 'Please lemme stay, master.'
"I have to stay with Dara," he said as he pushed his gigantic pet away.
She let out a complaining scream, her way of saying, 'Karl's a dirty old man.'
"When we get to Warfang, I'll get you some smoked pork and a nice, golden male dreadwing, with a cock the length and width of...me" he promised, placing a hand on his chest, bouncing his brows.
Star imagined herself being mounted by such a beautiful creature and eating succulent meat. Her fur stood stiff and she let out a husky, pleasurable moan, "Hhhhmmmmm."
"Yes," Gavrin answered her moan laughing "And it'll all be yours. You just have to be Karl's dreadwing for the day."
Star yelped with joy, stood up and raced for Karl. She laid down immediately to allow Karl on. She yelped down at him to say, 'Come one!' When he hesitated, she yelped four times to try and say her way...what was the only two thing on her mind right now, 'Meat! Cock! Pork! Humping!'
"OK!" Karl climbed aboard, but he was in her master's usual seat.
She growled as if to say, "Hey! Backseat, buddy!"
Karl trembled in fear as he took the backseat of her double-saddle.
Spyro approached his daughter and they shared a tender nuzzle. She gave him a series of kisses as any dragon's daughter would.
He smiled at his daughter "You be safe here, Dara," he had a more sinister face for to troll next to her "Gavrin."
Star took Karl into the tunnel and Spyro followed beside.
Karl forgot to say something urgent to Gavrin and shouted backwards "Gavrin, I forgot, patch Dara's stitches."
"Will do," he shouted back.
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Meanwhile, in the half-light of early morning, Zakan's new, agile zeppelin circles the cylinder of smoke rising from the volcano, searching for encampments and aircraft of those loyal to his mother. As the craft got closer to the smoke, the sky seemed to turn redder and the turbulence shook it more aggressively. If the hundred trolls still loyal to him weren't safe below deck and manning the flak guns on board, they would be thrown overboard by the turbulence.
Jester could feel the rudder being forced left and right on the steering wheel, but Zakan insists they stay close to the smoke to avoid detection. Soon he could take no longer "Zakan, This things falling apart!"
He was grasping the arms of the captain's throne "Alright, take us outa here."
Jester turned half-steer to port and they almost instantly left the storm.
The zeppelin flew much more smoothly. The prince and all bellow deck placed hands on there chests and sighed in relief. But...they had more to fear outside the stormy, gigantic, volcanic cylinder of smoke. For one of the navigators/spotters on the flight deck manning a telescope, had spotted a flagpole with a tattered green flag. Valdin Kingdom.
The spotter felt like there was a stone in his gut. Though most of the outpost was hidden, one can wager it would have at least two flak batteries ready "Jester, steer starboard! Ground threat!"
Jester swung the wheel to the right and away from the 'ground threat.' Fortunate he did.
"What the hell, bubbi?!" complained Zakan.
The spotter waved him over to take a look through his lense "See for yourself."
Zakan did so and he growled in frustration at the sight of a flag at the top of a great canvass tent. It had the image of a golden dreadwing arranged like an eagle. Behind it were crossed rapier swords. "It's that fucking, squeaky-voiced, five-foot-tall worm my mom calls a general."
"Who?" the navigator begged to know.
Zakan struggled to say his name without vomiting at the mere thought of him "General Comare Ent Sucmeov."
Jester laughed nasally into the corner of his arm, trying to keep it hidden from his friend. The navigator tried his best not to laugh but failed, and a nasal snort, followed by a cackle, escaped his mouth
"Hey you shouldn't laugh about it! Just 'cause he is like five-foot-tall and has a nasal, squeaky voice, doesn't mean you should make fun of him! He's dangerous."
"Yeah I've heard of him," Jester said as he steered the airship "But he's more likely to kill you by making you laugh at his height, voice and name. Sounds like, 'come here and suck me off.'."
The now flustered Zakan returned to the captains throne of the flight deck and proceeded to hit his head on the head-rest in frustration.
"Oh relax, Zakan. If your ma sent him to find and kill you, she obviously doesn't remember what you're capable off," Jester said, as loyal and enthusiastic he's ever been to Zakan.
Zakan stopped hitting his head and took a few deep breaths. Soon, he shared Jester's optimism. He sported a happy face "You're right. And I have a hundred good men who would die for me...not in the funny way of course," he giggled.
"My pri-" the navigator cut himself off "I mean master Zakan, I have a good plan. I'll need to speak with the rest of the crew."
Zakan lead the faithful navigator out onto the open deck and fetched fifty of his hundred conscripts. They assembled on deck as the navigator drew up his plan on a huge piece of parchment
"Alright, listen up!" The navigator began "For all you vengeance-hungry soldiers, this will be your lucky day. We are going after another member of Enola's inner circle...Comare Ent Sucmeov."
A roar of laughter spread across the tightly-packed soldiers like a plague. Some of them could not resist the urge to roll on the floor laughing. Even Zakan had to giggle to break the humorous tension.
"Yeah and he's so short. He could almost suck me off without kneeling!" joked Zakan
"What!? AAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!" all the crew felt their insides would burst.
The navigator would have to wait five minutes for the crew to stop laughing so he may unveil his plan. "Alright. From hwat I saw from the flight-deck, the outpost has got two very powerful AA flak guns. If we flew too close, they'd rip this vessel in two in seconds. I also see that the general has got armored commandos. It'll be touch taking them on the ground, but it will be impossible to take them form the air unless somebody takes those guns out. There I suggest Zakan take a team of fourteen plus himself and a saboteur into the woods and surround the camp from the cover of the trees."
"We don't have any saboteurs left. All we have is some shoulder-rockets."
The navigator's eyes went wider and a devious smile grew on his face "That'll make things a whole lot easier. At least, with rockets, we can destroy them at a distance. We will sent Zakan and a team of twelve and two rocketeers into the woods and hit them guerilla-style. Once the two guns are down, Jester will drop the rest of us right on top of them. Once the commandos are dead, there's nothing between us and General Comare."
"Arrrrg!" The conscripts raised their rifles.
And so Jester descended so that Zakan and his team can fast-rope into the woods. Once Zakan and the conscripts and rocketeers were clear, he ascended the craft and idled it just beyond the line of sight of the outpost.
Zakan and his team through the woods like a pack a wild dogs. When they could almost clearly see it through the tree-trunks and shrubs, they realized that the command tent of General Comare was surrounded by five tightly-group bricked up bunkers, each with a shooting hatch. Two of them had the four-barreled AA guns atop of them.
Zakan and his team crouched and began to spread themselves thinly around the small clearing the camp was in.
The commandos there were just like the ones that tried to kill Zakan aboard the Minge: masked, machine-voiced soldiers with heavy and medium armor. The ones with medium armor were impenetrable, save for the joints and waists.
The rocketeer's had the first shot, as one of the two had made it to the side where the first gun was. He took out one of the disposable rockets from his briefcase and aimed it strait for the bunker's narrow shooting-hatch. He pulled the trigger and he was pushed on his back by the sheer force. The rocket screamed into the bunker. The explosion killed all within, turned it to bricks and sent the whole flak gun flying up into the air. When it hit the ground, it was but a pile of iron scrap.
"It's the prince's conscripts!" one of commandos screamed with his machine-like voice "Kill them!"
The commandos fired their large machine guns upon the conscripts, who were armed with simple rifles. But they had loyalty and skill. They waited for the commandos to reload, peered from their cover and shot them in their exposed waists.
One bit the pin off a grenade, cackled, "Down in front!" and threw it at three commandos behind sandbags. They explosion couldn't shatter their armor, but sent them flying through the air, breaking their being son landing.
But the conscripts didn't see that the other flak gun was manned. The gunner turned the wheels frantically and aimed it strait for the conscripts in the woods.
"Flak! FLEE!"
Zakan and his conscripts had to crawl on their knees as flak practically ate the tree-trunks and sent one tree to a fall. It fell down on five unlucky conscripts.
"The cheaters! Where's the rocketeer?! Take it out!"
Zakans hopes were answered as a rocket from the other rocketeer screamed across the base and struck the gun. Its own ammunition made it rupture like a barrel full of firecrackers, but a hundred times more intense.
From the flight deck of their stolen airship, Jester could see the guns were no more "Haha!" and spoke into his microphone into the intercom "Belly gunners, take out the commandos! Thirty seconds to the base!"
Back on the ground, twenty seconds later, the commandos were struggling to pick off the conscripts with their clumsy machine guns, and perishing at the eagle-eye accuracy of their foes. That was merely the beginning, as the roar of the airships engines grew louder and soon it darkened the base. The flak guns on the belly started to pick off the helpless commandos. Soon they could take to no more, and dozens of them stormed out of the bunkers with no guns and their hands risen
"We yield!" most of them yelled in unison.
Finally, the conscripts and their master, Zakan, ceased fire and surrounded them.
Without warning a dreadwing blew the command tent up into the air with it forcing scream. It was the midget General Comare on his armored pet, a snow-white dreadwing in solid, stainless steel amor and powerful wings.
He was exactly how Zakan described, plus his grey hair was shorter than the average troll and his skin was a fading blue. He was armed with a 50-caliber rifle and a small grenade launcher.
They took to the sky and he shot three of his own commandos, who surrendered "No one fails our queen," he squeaked aloud.
"Mow him down!" ordered Zakan.
His conscripts unleashed a mighty barrage of 20-cals, but the general's pet barrel-rolled and fled.
Jester screamed into the intercom "All gunners, concentrate on the general and his dreadwing!"
The airships back was to the general. Jester had to increase the throttle on the port-side engines and pull full rudder starboard. The turn was one of the fastest he'd done in his aviation career. Soon, the craft had line dup with the general and Jester equalized the engines throttles, and only used the rudder to steer. The nose gunner fired madly at General Comare. The general pulled up to get out of it sight. And then he did the unthinkable. His pet latched onto the balloon of the craft and crawled between the balloon and the gondola. He began to pick of helpless conscripts with his fifty-cal, while upside down.
A conscript managed to avoid the general and arrived on the flight-deck in a panicked state. "Jester, he's board! He's swatting us like flies!"
"What the shit?!" Jester looked at the environment ahead of him and got an idea when he saw the cylinder of smoke from the volcano. A deviant smile grew on his face as he turned the wheel and went strait for it.
Jester's field of vision began to be darkened by it when they got closer. The moment they entered it, he could feel the rudder being forced left and right through the wheel. General Comare clung to his screaming mount as the storm tried to dislodge them both. But soon, his pet could take no more and let go. They braved the storm and eventually burst out of it.
General Comare let out a raspberry and raised his rude finger as the storm "Haha! I beat yah and I'm a halfling!" His celebrations were too soon, as the airship burst forth and full-throttled towards him "Oh shit!" he squeaked in fear.
The flak guns on the nose began firing madly at him. He did his best to avoid them, but his mount took a ten-inch shell to the base of its right wing.
It screamed in agony, and could not maneuver, before a shell struck Comare right in his guts "Arrgggk!" he choked, clutching his now-minced stomach. Soon, he fell from his pets saddle and he and his mount plummeted separately into the woods bellow.
The now victorious Jester returned to pick up Zakan, the conscripts and, surprisingly, the defeated commandos. Fifty of them!
They had no strong loyalty to the queen nor Comare. They decided they may as well fight for Zakan form here on. They threw their Valdin Kingdom badges of service and their freakish masks overboard. All of Zakan's conscripts were shocked at what the Kingdom had done to them. Their ears were docked. Instead of having a bat-like ear the size of their open hands, they were cut to the size of a cheetahs. And they were shaven bald.
Just minutes after Jester put the scene of the battle to their rudder, and Zakan took his place at the captain's throne, one of the conscripts came in with one of the commando's.
"Zakan, I have some news about our new...friends. Turns out, they originally weren't hunting for us."
Zakan spun his throne around to face them "They weren't?!" he was puzzled beyond belief. "They were armed to the teeth and sounded like a dreadwing with a smoker's sickness! I've had more peaceful nightmares."
"Prince Zakan," the unmasked commando spoke up.
"Master Zakan," Zakan corrected "I've been uncrowned, darling. No more of this, 'my prince,' or 'sire.' Call me Master."
"Right well," he cleared his smokey throat "Master Zakan, We and General Comare were dispatched by the queen to annihilate Anglantine, the Alligatoress."
"The dragons have that covered. The Purple Dragon himself is in those catacombs."
While Jester kept the craft level and cruising, a smile grew on his face as an idea came to his brain.
"But if we kill the Alligatoress, this island will be purified of her poison," said the commander.
Jester jammed the wheel and spun his chair around to face them all "Zakan, maybe the Purple Dragon, the one who'll surely erase the evil essence of Anglantine...could use a little help."
"Are you nuts?!" screamed Zakan "...Those dragons will eat us for dinner before they accept our help."
Jester made flatulent noises with his lips "That's just Valdin Kingdom propaganda, to keep us on Enola's side. Dragons are one of the most peaceful races on this planet."
Zakan agreed with his pilot on that one...but shrugged "Well where we supposed to find dragon's who'll take us up on our offer?"
Jester almost lost this argument. He licked his lips and rolled his eyes upwards "The Ice Dragons," he nodded "Spyro had Ice Dragon worriers with him. Remember the attack on the Minge? I thin I can find them."
Zakan did his slowly-in fast-out breathing exorcizes of stress. He feared the dragons now that he has no power and no real allies outside this airship.
Soon, he sighed "Alright. Find the Ice Dragons. Zakan gave his friend a slightly evil expression and crossed his arms, "When we find 'em, since you'r so charismatic and convincing, Jester, you can do all the talking. No way I'm talking to those lizards to the face first."
And so Jester took the craft almost aimlessly around the volcano of Anglantine's Hand, moving a bit away form it with each circle they did, searching for the dragons. Binocular-spotters were peering over the railing up on deck. Telescope navigators/spotters looked out the port and starboard side windows.
Soon, the the spotter by the starboard-side window spotted at a few hundred yards what looked like two Fire Dragons with tons of saddle-bags. They were being escorted by a very young Dark Dragoness.
"I see them, Master Zakan! Directly 3-O-clock."
"Great eyes, bubbi!" praised Zakan triumphantly and quirky.
"3-O-clock it is," Jester said as he spun the wheel and throttled the engines on one side. By the time they were halfway to catching up to them, they had been seemingly consumed by the foliage as they dived in for landing.
"Crap! I lost 'em!" said the spotter with the telescope.
"Bring on exterior lights. Jester, shut off the two front engines and just leave the rear ones on. We'll need them later.
Meanwhile Aventus skips towards his mother in joy. They shared a quick reassuring nuzzle before he broke the horrible news "Mom, dad and Dara are trapped in Anglantine's Tomb!"
"Relax, my boy," she reassured "Me and your dad defeated Malefor himself. An undead troll queen has no chance."
"Then then then-...Why haven't they come back!?" he almost cried. He turned to the cheetah worriers with an angry look "These dumbasses left them in there." He spat at them "Cowards!"
Everything came to a halt when the rumbling of propellers shook the ground. It became almost an ear-splitting rumble, like tumbling rocks and growling earth dragons. Every froze with fear as the hull of a Valdin Kingdom airship blocked the gap in foliage. It was covered with viewing windows and small spotlights. It had few belly guns.
When the spotlights shined on the dragons and cheetahs, the cheetah worriers ran into the woods , while the dragons stood poised for attack. They were ready for whatever the vessel would throw at them.
But, before long, they bamboozled by the fact that the belly guns didn't even move, much less open fire on them. Why were they ignoring them?
The rumbling of the engines and the tossing of leaves was finally quelled and the props clanked to a standstill
Soon, a voice ringed from the cone-shaped speakers on the belly "Dragons! Thank the gods we found you!"
All hung their jaws at what they just heard. Did trolls of the Valdin Kingdom really say that? Or were their minds cheated by some spell?
"What the-..." Aventus shook his head "WHO ARE YOU?! SHOW YOURSELF, TROLLS!"
"I cannot land this vessel, dragon. If you wish to speak with us face to face, you'll have to board us."
In the captain's throne, Zakan, smiled, massaged the leathery arms of the chair, and moaned when Jester said, 'board.'
"We don't trust you!" Cynder and her son shouted up at them in unison.
Zakan picked up his mouthpiece. His brain and heart would burst as he had to say the most heartfelt and begging speech he had ever given to anyone. "Dragons, I am ex-prince Zakan. My own kin and species will hunt me and all who serve me to annihilation. My own mother had vessels attack and destroy my battle-zeppelin, the Minge. I-I know..." he sighed "I know that I owe your species and all allied with you a great debt, but all I have to offer you is...undying service. All I as for in return is protection and a place for me and my loyals to call home."
"We have problems of our own, Zakan," Cynder said regrettably.
"Yes I know, the Alligatoress has the Purple Dragon cornered. But I and my loyals can help. Board us, and I will tell you our plan."
Aventus and his mother looked at one another, before shrugging as if to say, 'What other help will we get?' They took off, leaving the cheetahs and Ice Dragons to sip from the bladders of water and pick at the roasts they bought from the Dragon Realms.
They flapped their powerful wings as they climbed to the level of the troll's aircraft. As they passes the hull, they felt nervous, seeing the flak canons up close.
They glided in to land on the deck and await Zakan. They were greeted by nothing and nobody...until the steel doors to the flight-deck opened. Zakan emerged with two conscript body-guards.
Aventus and his mother sealed their lips, trying their best not to laugh. They knew that Zakan was royal hermaphrodite, but he had a womans face, breasts and hands, a man's broad-shouldered body and hairy legs. All covered by his posh attire, but with no royal crown or cape.
Soon, their laughter overwhelmed them and escaped their lips, causing Zakan moan and hang his head in hermaphroditic shame and his guards to growl
"How dare you insult Master Zakan!"
Aventus controlled his laughter long enough to say, "C'mon. Is he a fucking prince or princess?"
"That's what my ma asked Dr Karl Henshin when I was born."
"Do you want Zakan's assistance or not? Stop laughing, you lizards."
Cynder and her son stopped wheezing in laughter and surrendered, "OK...Hehehehehe...OK!"
"I have dozens of conscripts I can spare, Aventus. They will compliment your current force of cheetah worriers. They will find Spyro and defend him with their last breath so that he may defeat the Alligatoress."
"How many can you spare?" asked Cynder.
"Fifty. All will be armed with shotguns, grenades and swords."
Cynder and her son were left dumbstruck. This was too good to be a true: would a troll really give that many of his men to an enemy species? Was this a dream?
"Are you shittin' me?!" Aventus chuckled in amazement.
"Nope," Zakan shook his head "All fifty of them will be yours to command...But I need some of your dragons to protect me and my crew, because-"
"Valdin Kingdom Zeppelins!" Yelled his bodyguards at once, pointing to three battle-zeppelins slowly approaching from far away. They approached from the 5-O-clock position.
The zeppelins were just as gigantic as the Courageous Minge was, and packing just as much firepower.
Zakan felt his heart would explode. But before it did, he literally pissed himself form his vagina and penis "Oh!" and covered his crotch. He then shrieked in a woman tone, "It's fucking mother. She never quits." He was desperate, thinking, before he turned to Aventus and Cynder again "I'll have no chance against them," he pointed to the distant airships "I'll give you 75 troops, if you can spare all your dragons to help me fend them off. I promise," he begged "I promise plea-"
"OK OK," Cynder said "Relax, Master Zakan. Our fliers are all yours. Just give your troops to us."
So Zakans troops fast-roped and joined the cheetah worriers. The Ice Dragons and two fire dragons awaited on the deck of Zakans vessel, waiting for a chance to make those battle-zeppelins fall. But there was now almost no room for the crew on deck. They had to man the guns.
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The final battle of this story will take place in the very next chapter. It will be the last for this story, but a sequel will be almost impossible to refuse :) Oh and I had to upload this chapter prematurely, because I thought my audience would loose faith if I made them wait too long.
I'd lie to thank a few people before I go
"Person" My anonymous reviewer. He's a good critic
Iceclaw14. She was my best proof-reader/editor
OneToBeFeared. He was my very first critic.
I will update in three weeks from now, max.