Se connecterNear the center of the village was a small hut with smoke coming from the chimney. From outside, it smelled like somebody had dumped the contents of a full medicine cabinet into a hot spring. He wrinkled his nose at the smell, and could soon taste it in his mouth. He had no idea what they were making, but it smelled terrible.
Leo paused at the door flap and casually knocked on the frame before entering. After a few moments of conversation, Zel appeared, a large smile on her face.
"There you are." She came over and gave him a hug, placing his face firmly in her chest and giving him flashbacks to less than an hour ago with Sofia. Zel's breasts were far smaller, however, her height mainly the result of her horse half. "I was hoping I would see you today."
"You look good." The hug ended, and he stepped back to appraise her. Her hair had been braided with beads and small shells, and her face positively glowed with energy. Being reunited with her own kind seemed to be very good for her.
"So do you, but... I think you need another haircut." She tousled his hair, and he scowled. Ever since he had used his magic while the two of them were fucking, his hair grew much faster and he could run faster and farther than ever before. He wasn't ready for the Olympics yet, but being able to jog without getting tired was a huge improvement for someone who had led a sedentary existence only a few months ago.
"Has it been three weeks already?" He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. There had been a fight between the others the first time he had announced that he needed a haircut. There had been much discussion about what hairstyle would look cutest on him, and in the end, it had been Naia who had just trimmed it down for him.
"It has, and it's been almost a week since I've seen you. How is the house?"
Mike filled her in on the others. Ever since Zel had moved out, she had become increasingly busy managing her new tribe, and he saw her less now than ever. Her responsibilities were vast, and he had the feeling that someday soon, she would be too busy to just drop by for a visit. The thought made him sad, but he couldn't help but feel immensely happy for how things had turned out for her.
He finished telling her about how Sofia and Yuki didn't seem to get along and she nodded knowingly.
"We've also had some of that here. Not all of the exiles quite see eye to eye with each other, and we've had our share of arguments."
"So what have you been doing to quell the fighting?"
"Not a whole lot, yet. Most of the squabbles are trivial, but I'd be remiss to believe they won't never get worse. There's always the threat of exile back to the old world, but my aunt has been really great at mediating disputes and ensuring peace afterward. I am learning a lot from her."
"I'm glad to hear it. Speaking of your aunt, what on earth are you guys working on? It smells like somebody made a perfume called 'Grandma's House.'"
Zel snorted. "We're working on a bunch of things. We've got a project from Ratu that's related to Dana's situation, but that's going to take some trial and error. We are also looking at accelerants for plant growth, as we would like to start cultivating better food at some point. There's even talk of importing game so that we can have meat on our diet again, but that's largely up to you."
Mike nodded, unsure what to say. The greenhouse didn't have any animals living in it, and he was unsure if there was a good reason for that. "I'll talk it over with some of the others. I don't see an issue, but obviously we need to be careful what we bring here."
"Absolutely." She smiled. "Other than that, your usual potions and experiments. We may have found a use for Dragon's Breath, but the jury is still out on that."
He smiled at the memory of his first meeting with Zel. The two of them had gotten some Dragon's Breath on them, and had rushed to a nearby spring to wash the burning powder off, which led to some fooling around. "I'm curious to see what you come up with."
"And I'm anxious to tell you. I miss you and the others, but..." she cast a glance over her shoulder at the busy village that was forming behind her.
"I get it." He took her hand and squeezed it. "There's no place like home."
"Yeah. This place has so much promise, and I look forward to exploring some of the secrets I wasn't able to by myself. Hey, do you want to see some of our new buildings?"
"I would love to." He continued holding her hand and walked amongst the centaurs as an exalted guest. He was greeted with smiles and more than a few waves, which he returned. While he didn't expect special treatment for giving the centaurs this land to live on, he certainly appreciated their gratitude.
"Um...wait?""Before that!" He grabbed onto her arms with his hands, his thoughts now buzzing about loudly in his head."That you could lean on me.""Lean, lean, Mandragora..."On the night that the Mandragora had eaten Sarah, it had handed over a hiking staff. At the time, he had been injured, and had figured that the staff had been given to him to help him limp home.But what if it wasn't?He ran out of the office, leaving a bewildered Beth behind. In the living room, Reggie sat on the new living room table, engrossed in a game of Checkers with Jenny. The rat king looked up to watch Mike run through, allowing Jenny to shift two of her pieces unnoticed.Mike ran down the hall to the back door, then shoved the door open hard enough that the door bounced off the siding of the house, eliciting a shriek of rage from Tink, who was currently working on a new dresser for Beth."Lover?" Naia called to him with concern in her voice as he sprinted to the greenhouse.The day after he had return
"Here, let me get it." Beth walked past him to where the tea kettle was. He handed over the cup that had contained the spider, and she poured in some tea. He couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a white dress with red spots on it that hugged her stomach and butt, then flared out dramatically just under her thighs. The last week had been so busy with home repairs that he had barely seen her except at meals."Thank you." He took the cup from her and sipped it, the sweet aroma of chamomile flooding his sinuses."You're welcome." Beth sat down on the edge of the desk again. "I feel like I haven't seen you.""It's been busy," he replied. Was Beth wearing perfume? He couldn't tell if it was the chamomile or her, but he caught the occasional whiff of something pleasant. "Between fixing everything, buying new computers. That police thing where they came looking for Marco."Apparently after being reported missing, police had done a welfare check on Marco and had discovered the ramblin
"I appreciate it. I appreciate you." Her shimmering brown eyes found his. "Look, if you don't find it, I just want to let you know that I don't blame you. I don't want you to blame yourself, either. Real life isn't like books, and that's okay. Not everybody gets a happy ending.""Amymone, I—" He had no idea how he intended to finish the statement, and the dryad was now suddenly interested in the book she had been holding. How many years would she be stuck here, waiting to fade into nothingness? It was a problem with no good solution."Mike?" Yuki stood just inside the backdoor. Her head was turned away, as if hiding her face. "Can we go home?""Yeah, c'mon."He bid Amymone farewell again and escorted Yuki to the front yard where Cerberus waited. The ride home was largely silent, though between the random howls of wandering demons, he could hear the faint sound of sobbing from Yuki.Once home, Cerberus turned into their human form and followed them through the gate. A chain formed arou
Mike stood outside of the master bedroom of the Underworld home. Inside, Emily was wailing in agony, a sound that raised goosebumps all along his arms.However, his attention was on Yuki, who stood across from him drying her eyes for the fourth time in ten minutes. Cecilia hovered alongside them, her hands clasped together over the soul fragment that Sulyvahn had given her. If not for the dullahan's quick thinking, it would have been snatched up by the demons that now roamed around the Underworld in packs. After the tower had been taken down, the souls that had been trapped there by the shadow had essentially created a feeding ground for the demons. Apparently word had gotten out, and if not for Cerberus, the Underworld would be impossible for them to traverse."I'm sorry." Yuki apologized for what must have been the hundredth time. Her eyes were red from crying, and she kept wiping the tears away with the edges of her robe. "I'm trying really hard to hold it together.""I know. We've
And no matter where they went, Queztalli had assured Dana that another agreement could be made with the resident thunderbird. It was frustrating to realize all of this time that the fluctuating electrical fields inside of the greenhouse had been caused by a mythical being with territorial issues, but Quetzalli had smoothed things over between them. As long as a suitable offering was made by the centaurs, the thunderbird would give them a full day of clear skies to do their surveillance.Dana plopped down on Tick Tock, who was currently a chair. The mimic shifted slightly, allowing her to recline a bit. Lying there in wait, she stared up at the ceiling of the yurt and let her thoughts drift to Quetzalli.Ever since the night everything had gone crazy, Quetzalli had moved into Dana's room. The dragon had developed a fascination with sex, and was always eager to assist Dana after her feedings. For a bit, Dana had been concerned that Quetzalli had somehow fallen for her. Even if she wasn'
"They can't use nails," the queen informed them. "You'll need to do that part."Tink shrieked with joy and ran at the house wielding her hammer. Tools were quickly gathered up as the centaurs joined in as well, everyone helping to hammer the home back together. Up on the roof, Abella was using her thumb to shove nails into place, and Kisa ran along the edge with a small hammer of her own.The porch was rebuilt in an hour, the roof in two. Where the home had sagged, it was now shored up, and except for the lack of a paint job, it looked as good as new once more. The queen had created a forge made out of clay, and tiny creatures that looked like motes of ash now churned out glass for the windows. The yard was being tilled by gnomes and creatures that looked like flowers, all of whom were being eagerly assisted by some very excited centaurs.The sun was halfway down toward the horizon when the job was finished. The magical trees had been used up completely, and the hedge maze had been re







