“Okay… okay… so the king and queen have just gone out to
confront Seven dragons that are the physical representations of the Deadly
Sins. They are unleashing magics never seen in these worlds or, at the very
least, have been locked away for VERY good reasons, and aren’t thinking
clearly.” Puck ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh, the Puck is fucked…”
“I believe fucking is what got the gargoyles into this
mess!” someone called out. Puck honestly didn’t know, as he wasn’t in the mood
for jokes for once.
“Think, Longfellow, think…” Puck tapped his temples,
floating in the air, before the thought hit him. “Ah, of course!” Snapping his
fingers he summoned a common cellphone and dialed a well-known number. “Pick
up, pick up…”
“Ah, Owen,” Xanatos said on the other end. “I was
wondering where you’d gone too. Tell me, what is the name of that little bistro
I like? It is bugging me.”
Puck swallowed. “Actually, sir, it is Puck… and I…
suppose you haven’t seen the news?”
“What, you mean about the gargoyles turning into dragons
or that my wife is one of them?” Xanatos asked, almost sounding bored. “That’s
why I asked about the bistro. Fox apparently destroyed it while Brooklyn, or I
think it was Brooklyn, was plowing her.”
Puck licked his lips. “Sir… are you feeling okay?”
“Perfectly fine, Puck. I assume Fox’s mother and Oberon
have been informed and are coming to try and undo this?”
“Yes,” Puck said nervously.
“Well, that will fail most likely. Now, please come to
the hotel and assume the form of Owen. I need to finalize some things.”
“You… have a plan?”
“I’m David Xanatos,” the businessman said, “Of course I
have a plan.”
“You… have had a plan in place for your wife turning into
a dragon?”
“Oh Puck… if you only knew WHAT I planned for.”
~MEANWHILE, IN NEW YORK…~
Fox moaned as she lay in the grass of Central Park, one
male fucking her hard from behind while another brought her some charred meat.
While she wasn’t an alpha she, unlike the others, had a title. She was a beta,
a broadmare, and thus needed to be pampered at times to ensure she would
produce many eggs. Fox, of course, had no problem with this though she did
wonder if one of the alphas could give her a second pussy so she could lay eggs
and get fucked by a nice scaly cock at the same time.
Light flashed to her right and she turned, staring at her
mother and Lord Oberon.
“Fox…” Titania said, a mixture of horror and anger
tinting her words. “What has happened to you?”
“I’ve become a beast of sex, mother… try not to be
surprised,” Fox leaned down and swallowed the hunk of meat, whoever it might
have been, in one gulp. “Honestly, what is with you interrupting intimate
moments?”