To say the week for relaxation went well… as pretty fair. It was nice to finally kick back and just do nothing too big or important. Jerry was aware of Spree getting that set of armor and weapons and, right afterwards asked help to find a room to practice in. Which, in a sense was good. She and Shadow, whenever not spending next to all hours together-- would eventually separate and do their own things.

For Spree it was training. Sure he had seen her on jogs around the castle or doing a few little exercises. But now it was like the mare was pushing that to a full-time training regime to get herself worked and up to par. Where this burst of determination and pure unadulterated energy came from he wasn’t sure-- though Shadow assured him that was merely Storm Spree’s talent showing up. Once there was a goal to reach, the mare was nigh unstoppable at times.

As for Shadow herself, Jerry had been watching her go off and talking with Lovely of all people. For hours the two would spend time doing a multitude of things. Sewing with the minions and teaching them how to make clothing. Going about cooking or trying out some recipes that Shadow tried to recall from her past. Or, more recently, have very heart-to-heart talks of girly things that really went over his head.

It was pretty clear that despite being girly most of the time, Spree was a tomboy under it all and despite Shadow’s thestral nature for hunting and meat-- was the complete girly girl. It was so odd. And it made him wonder if men will ever understand women.

As for himself? Jerry spent his time either reading, managing his minions… maybe a few spares with Spree-- who was far from being a pushover. Despite his strength, the mare did have skill. Not enough to overwhelm him yet-- but she was scary when she had a spear. It was surprising how timid or hesitant she could be without armor on, and with it seem so fierce.

As for his other times for himself? Jerry took it with Lovely. The allure of sex was pretty addicting. And in truth, he liked exposing the fact he could call on her and have her body for himself. Be it in cuddles, in makout seasons, feeling her up… maybe teasing her and most of all, the actual sex. The only problem was when he got too frisky anywhere, it almost became awkward with one of the other two guests wandering around. So, Jerry tried to make sure he did it in his private quarters.

Not that made it any easier for the two. Both Spree and Shadow spent one or two nights warming the other’s bed-- just to get rid of the horny feelings brought on them form one of Jerry’s more ‘heated’ nights.

But now, with much of that out of the way, Jerry was both happy to say, and also a bit sad to say, that he had to leave to go shopping. And the List both Spree AND Shadow gave him… was fairly lengthy. Food. Supplies. Hygenics. Clothing. There was a lot-- aside from the side note of revenge.

Jerry decided to wear his ‘2nd’ best armor and weapon this time. Durium armor, as while its not stronger like Arcanium-- its was his go to defense and magic armor. As he had the wave Gnarl off as he teleported to Ponyville. And grab the needed horde of 43, as he decided to see if anyone knew of him. He was certain word spread of his...little tantrum in Dodge Junction.

But even if he started to get the food and supplies first...nothing. No one stopping him, no one giving him suspicious looks...and was leaving him alone. He partially wonder if it was the armor, the horde-- or no one caring about him, that...made him surprise. Seriously? No one suspected me? What did word didn’t spread around...or was it because I’m wearing different armor? Eh, maybe the armor threw them off. I was wearing my Arcanium armor when I did that little destress. then look to his list as he hum. Hmm, now for hygienics and food.

He did however a passing comment. “Did you heard about Dodge Junction?” glancing to see some stallions walking by as the other shook his head.

“No, I think the station is out of commision, so far nothing yet.”

Oh right...I destroy that too in my rage. thought Jerry, recalling destroying that as he heard another comment as he moved on.

“The tracks were said to be a complete mess of confused train traffic, I think the primary station was a complete wreck.” A frustrated groan came from another.

“No real large supply are going to make it if the station got wrecked by some psychopath in barbarian like armor.”

“Barbarian like armor? The Overlord armor was crafted in Arcanium! Learn your basics!” shouted Gnarl, as Jerry rolled his eyes as he soon thought.

Good old propaganda, for once you’re useful to me. thought Jerry, as he moved the Minions to carry the hygienic supplies. However what annoyed him was there was sex appealed base clothings, so he had to get fabrics and sewing threads. However he kept a good eye on this ‘Rule’ stallion, just so he can give him the axe to the neck. Revenge and all.

The stallion didn’t seem to pop out though. Either busy or not in the area. It was a little annoying, but nothing he couldn't handle. But it wasn’t the only thing that began to annoy him. Over his time getting the needs of himself-- and mostly the mares, he had to slightly put up with the sounds that came with the area.

Particularly, the pleads of mercy or the screams of pleasure and constant sex. It was easy enough to ignore this and the smells-- but it was no less annoying when he was trying to think. It was just so damned noisy with all this sex! It was some small thanks the shops were quiet enough he could take his time to look at the merchandise and figure out what he needed to buy. Refer to the list for confirmation.

Then there was the lines. Oh the horrid lines-- even in this world with mare’s enslaved to Caribou overlords of the petty sort-- Lines were still a thing. Or even the guys that cut in front of you when you're not looking and him having to suck up his annoyance so he could get the things he’s shopping for and not cause trouble until he leaves.

Really, after such a nice week, all these little annoyances were a bit irritating. Not that he couldn’t deal with it. It was simple enough to deal with. So far, there hasn’t been anything to top what the Caribou had done so far. Aside from the forced slavery, the pervy playthings, or the stripping down of a mare, he felt he had things under control finally in understanding.

Oh how wrong he felt. It wasn’t even immediate. It was when he was going for his next stop that he heard it. A young, and utterly terrified sobbing cry. One that actually made his blood almost freeze and eyes go wide when drawn to look straight at a post a Caribou was tieing not a mare to… no, that wasn’t a mare he tugged along by a leash and was binding to that post.

It was a filly.

Jerry look at her, sobbing as she struggle, the jasmine coat filly tried to get herself free, as Caribou snort in annoyance. Jerry saw the dark green mane moving around as those green eyes full of terror. She was left with wide legs, defenseless…

And she looked only eight….time froze for Jerry mind.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-, chanted Jerry. He thought he saw it all...but this...the Caribou wasn’t-- he was. He knew what the caribou was about to do. And in that moment, as when the Filly scream out those words. “PLEASE, NOOO!”

Jerry…snapped.

He didn’t hesitated, his body made a turn to the scene. His body pumping as his blood began to pump in his veins. Eyes targeting the Caribou as he only felt one thing coursing through his body. Wrath. And he was going to make them know how wrathful he can be. As before the Caribou even did the deed, he turn to Jerry running up to him as he said. “Hey wait your-,” only to stop as the axe was raised up.

And slam down to the neck, forcing the Caribou down as he slam the axe down on him repeatedly. Smashing into the body, blood splattering out as it spray on his axe, on his armor-- on his helmet as he was overkilling the Caribou. He heard shocks, screams, shouts of murderer. He didn’t care. He just didn’t care, he wanted to kill the Caribou. No, he wanted to kill all the Caribous. He turn to some armed Caribous coming with a stallion that fit Shadow description as he shouted.

“What in Tartarus-- are you doing with my toy!?!”

Oh...Scratch that. Jerry didn’t snapped….

Jerry just felt a boiling red feeling overtake everything. Like a bull, everything in sight looked red and he wanted to charge it-- charge and kill it. And that's what he did, he charged to the unicorn, coming straight at him as he look surprise, used his magic to try to stop him. Jerry felt the magic holding him in place, no matter how much he moved, he couldn’t. The unicorn snorted as he said.

“You shouldn’t have mess with my toy, she was learning how to be a good slut to me.” Jerry soon commanded.

“Minions!” all look at him attentively as he commanded. “SIC!” and at once, the Browns and Greens charged in a zerg rush, getting at the unicorns and his Caribous around him. Reds took aim, burning from afar, while the blues aided in attacking with the Browns and Greens as they added in magical resistance as the unicorn tried to attack the Minions.

The focus on Jerry was lost, as Jerry rushed up and decapitated the unicorn head from his body. As the Minions were pulling down the Caribous, he slash the axe into their bodies, as he almost didn’t register the sounds of panic, the sounds of struggled screams-- he turned to see someone trying to take the filly, take her away as he stretch his arm out to his horde, they charged to the males. Attacking and jumping at their backs.

He turn to the Caribou guards from one side, as he stretch his arm out, Combustion burning them alive as they scream. Burning them as the Overlord turn to the Minions as he came to where the filly was. She look at him with fear, uncertainty as she didn’t knew who he was as he quickly took the filly in his arms. She struggle some, trying to run and escape from this male as Jerry saw more were coming.

He sent his browns to defend him as he told. “Gnarl. Get Shadow and Spree ready, I’m bringing a filly!” as he used his Reds on a high position to act as archers.

“Sire, if I may be bold...why not let the Caribous-,”

“Finish that and I will use you as a sacrifice!” snarled Jerry.

The filly stopped her struggling and whimpered submissively in his arms, her body trembling with utter fear as she continued to cry. While Jerry would have wanted to calm her down-- he had to keep running. He could hear the sounds of Gnarl scampering off in a rush, yelling for ‘the whores’ to get to the throne room post haste.

Looking up, Jerry could see the gate just ahead, and with a raise of his fist, called all minions to come rushing back. He put more speed to his legs, his armor clanking loudly as he barreled through anything in his path. Other slaves, stallions, Caribou-- it didn’t matter. He shouldered them to the side and got out of town to rush to the forest. He could hear the sounds of beating hooves.

But it wouldn’t do them anything.

As soon as he reached the gate, he and his minions would vanish. And it was exactly what happened once he was close enough to set foot into his gate. As soon as he touched the stone ground, he came to a near halt, metal grinding harshly on the floor. Both Spree and Shadow where there, ready to ask what was going on-- or until they saw what he cradled.

Spree nearly jerked back, seeing the young filly whimpering and sobbing in terror before gasping out, “Oh… oh celestia.” Then looked to Shadow, saying, “Shadow.” Knowing she was better for this.

She rushed to Jerry, as she spoke in a gentle tone. “Shh, shh,” gently grabbing the filly as Jerry release his hold. The filly instinctively grab onto Shadow, crying out and shaking like a leaf. Shadow gently move her wings around her, kneeling some as she held the filly in her arms. “It's okay, it's okay, you’re safe now. No pony is going to hurt you….they’re not going to hurt you.” the filly just sob and held tight on Shadow, fearing of letting go and in that place again.

Jerry just look...as he was tightly gripping his axe, as he look like with his bloody armor on him as it dripped down..that he was ready to do more killing.

Almost like a mouse, Spree carefully approached Jerry, able to see the trembling rage in his ax-gripping-hand. “Hey.” As soon as those words left her mouth, she flinched and pinned her ears back. He looked livid, and she shrunk under his gaze a bit before steeling herself. “W-we got t-things here.” Feeling vulnerable without her armor, but standing tall before telling, “We… She's safe here with us. Go… go on and give them a bloody nose.” Hoping he would turn around and do just that.

Looking at her, he scrutinized her under his gaze of his glowing white eyes...before he marched to Gnarl, standing before him as he told in a cold and low tone. “You will provide for the filly with everything we have here. Food. water. Clothing. Entertainment. I don’t care if you have Quaver entertain her or the Minions. You will comply with the mares on the filly needs. And if you screw up? Even a bit?”

The tone promised only of death and slow agonizing death. “I will make the last day of serving me a living hell and a slow agonizing death. Do you understand?”

With a very clear and stiff understanding, the elder nodded quickly and mutely. He understood the threat clearly. And while he wasn’t happy about it, he was willing to comply with the Overlord. As soon as he had nodded, Jerry didn’t wait further and used the gate’s ability to return, no doubt to keep up the bloody fight.

Spree sighed out in relief before turning to Gnarl and told, “Towels, get towels now.” He wanted to protest, but she only slapped more things to do down. “Get food ready-- soup, warm soup. And-- cloths, make sure clothes are ready-- a dress. And get Lovely, fast. We’re going to need her-- maybe tell Quaver to practice and get ready.”

Form there he watched the mare walk away, slightly muttering other things in her concerns before looking and moving by Shadow and the filly, kneeling down and adding her hushing tone to the mix. “You’re safe. We’re here now. No pony is going to hurt you. We’ll protect you.” Arms around both to help encompass the filly with a familiar surrounding.

She shivered, whimpering some as the filly look up to them and stuttered. “W-W-Where am I?” looking around in confusion as it was...dark. Dark, scary, nothing she ever seen. It was like she was in the domain of a monster. Shadow pressed her lips, thinking as she gently pet the filly head, gaining her attention as she smile and said.

“Safe. You’re in a safe place.” then gently pick up the filly, as she said. “Now come on, let's get you wash up,” feeling a little...disturbed of the bits of blood on the filly coat. “I’m sure it’s been awhile since you got a hot bath.” although as she glance to Gnarl, who grumble of being ordered by woman, she mouthed to him as the old minion read her words.

‘Do as you are told, or Jerry will make good on his word.’ with a glare that filled of a woman protecting their child, even if this filly wasn’t hers...the old Minion can tell, she would treat her as if she was her only child. Which made her more dangerous if picked at now.

Knowing he would not win, and face the wrath of a female that was willing to go to greater lengths to protect the young child-- Gnarl turned away and set to do his tasks. In his dark heart, he felt like something had drastically changed. This filly was trouble. He could smell it, and it stank like the smell of whimsical change.

Spree gave a firm nod at him leaving before moving with. She let Shadow take hold and lift the filly up, holding her much like a mother would their toddler. Not that Spree could blame either. The filly was traumatized and hugging the older mare for dear life, arms around neck and legs clamped around the thestrals thin waist.

Shadow herself hugged and held the filly close. Her voice sounded so gentle as she made gentle humming and very shy and comforting nuzzles. Ever so often, Spree could see her gently groom or lick at the filly’s head, hand gently rubbing on the foal’s back and making sure her small head was leaning on her shoulder or firm bosom.

The sight made Spree smile. This was her friend right here. Despite her fears or insecurities of being a red-- her friend was very much there. The earth mare trailed next to them, keeping respectfully close, but not too close. She let Shadow do her magic, and it showed. The way she soothed and calmed the filly began to calm her ever so steadily.

She gently rub the filly back, holding her close as the filly laid her head on the thestral shoulder. She stopped crying, as Shadow gently nuzzle the filly, as she ignored the blood on her dress, focusing on the filly needs. As they enter in the bath room, she said gently and calmly. “I need you to let go now, we need to wash you.” the filly freezes up, but with a bit of coaxing with Spree, the filly slowly unlatched on the thestral.

As Spree helped wash the blood off the filly coat, and Spree help feel the area on the filly, a area that initially panicked her, before being told calmly by Spree as she was untouched. Still ‘pure’. Shadow felt relief, she was dreading on if the filly was...defiled. But apparently...apparently Jerry stopped it. Was this...was this the first time he encountered such horrid things like this?

Spree was just as relieved, so much so she said, “I didn’t mean to scare you sweetie. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Leaning down to gently hug her and said, “I’m sorry.” Lifting and ignoring how her dress had gotten a little wet during the washing. “Does anything hurt? Anything at all?” Working a arm and feeling the slight indents around the wrists. Rope and bondage, if Spree was right. It worried her.

“J-Just...around the wrists...and ankles…” said the filly as she tried to be brave, try to calm as Shadow kneel down, gently nuzzling the filly, as the filly took calming breaths as she was being washed. They heard hooves moving, as they all look to see Lovely with a tray of hot soup, and a familiar goblet of water as she move the tray on the ground. The filly was uncertain if she can fully trust the mare...with the red collar on her neck.

To take initiative, as soon as she saw the uncertainty and fear cross the filly’s eyes, Spree reached out and took the goblet. Making sure the filly watched, Spree took a sip and gulped. She smiled and told, “I felt the same. But it’s fine.” Placing it near the green filly before saying, “I know she’s a red… but she’s a good mare.”

Placing a hand to herself, Spree told, “I’m Spree. Storm Spree.” Then motioned, “That’s Lovely Loyal. She’s…. Well, she’s the maid for that male that brought you here.” Then motioned to the last, “And that’s my good friend, Shadow Daze.” Then smiled down, “You have nothing to worry about. Shadow and I are free.” Then asked, “What’s your name?”

Looking at them, then glance to Lovely who merely smile, but stay a bit far to assure the filly, then back to them as the filly spoke out. “J-Jasmine...Jasmine Bright.” glancing around, as she was trying to understand the ‘where’ as she asked. “Where am I?” then with hesitance asked. “W-Who...who was that...that scary guy?” shivering some in uncertainty as she asked.

“W-Why...why did he...he…” trying to understand as Shadow finish.

“Take you?” the filly freeze...before nodded mutely. Shadow thought of the why...before she smile and assured.

“Because he was scared.” gaining the filly surprise as she went on. “He was scared you would get hurt a lot. That you would be hurt. He...he gets really angry when he’s scared. It's just..how he is.”

It wasn’t a total lie. In a sense it would make some sense to them, but for Shadow it was the closest reason she could give for the filly. Jerry wasn’t… too evil, and form the weeks they now spent with him, come to understand his moral ‘guidelines’ were flexible… bare a few things.

Spree gave a look of ‘Really?’ but otherwise ran with it and said, “Y-yeah. When he get’s scared, sometimes he gets… a bit temperamental.” Jasmine’s eyes turned to look at her, and Spree went on, “I mean, sometimes he get’s angry at things too.. But he’s usually calm. Only time he’s angry is when he’s scared, too annoyed or…” Looking to Lovely and adding with a slight joking tone, “Or can’t have his midnight ‘dessert’.” Laughing at herself while Lovely giggled.

While the filly was a bit confuse, but assume it was just ice cream as she said with a smile. “Oh, you mean when he can’t get ice-cream late at night!” Shadow held back a giggle, as she said.

“More like a cream pie. He likes his sweets, especially in the middle of the night.” although this slightly backfire as she asked.

“You think we can share some sweets in the night?”

Before Lovely could accidentally say something that would wreck this otherwise funny situation, Spree said, “No!” Then rushed, “You, ah, see, we don’t get that many sweets all the time, and, uh….” Looking to her friend for help here. It made Shadow roll her eyes some and much more smoothly tell the filly instead.

“Fillies don’t get sweets so past their bedtime. No need to ruin your appetite in the morning.” And making Jasmine pout.

“Awwww!” Lovely giggle at this a bit, as she inform.

“But we do have some sweets for you to have when you’re done having soup and water.” she glance to see one of the servants bringing filly size dress. As Jasmine look at the imp...and laughed, pointing at the servant minion who pass the dress to Spree, the filly drop on her back, kicking in the air as she laughed and said.

“T-Th-hats f-f-funnahahahahaahaha!”

Feeling a grin raise on her lips, Spree looked to the slightly puzzled minion and said lowly, “Psst.” Making him look up to her, “Bare with me here.” And reached down saying, “Yeah… they do look silly, don’t they?” Before twisting the white wig completely around to leave the long white curls to blind the servant minion that still stood prim and proper.

The Minion yelp in surprise, running in a circle as it shouted. “Can’t see! Can’t see!” as Shadow couldn’t hold back her giggle, Lovely giggling openly-- and the filly herself, just laugh. Feeling...happy in so long, having a smile on her face as small bits of tears of laughter came down her face. For once, she was just glad to laugh at something, even if it was the silliness of whatever that thing was.

The Minion managed to move its wig back on its head as it shouted out. “Bad touch! Wig for work!”

Unable to stop herself, Spree said, “You’re right. It’s for work, and I think it worked well!” Pointing to the laughing filly that slightly rolled on the ground.

Still, Spree waved her hands and told, “But we’re ok now, go. Bad enough you’re peeping on her.” Then held the dress up and asked, “Lovely, do you happen to have the towels with you?” Looking up to the mare that moved one arm away to show the towels just under the tray. Smiling, Spree said, “Mind helping us dry Jasmine and get her dressed?”

Lovely nod, moving close as she unfurled the towels in her hand, passing them along to both mares, as the three were drying off the filly. Who giggle and try to ‘fight back’ against the towels. Shadow smile, feeling a bit happy that the filly managed to..be a filly. That her virginity was saved. It was sad enough with what happened...as there was a worry in her heart. As she’s happy now...but what about later? What about...when she starts to sleep? That...that made her afraid.

As they were helping her get the dress of green on, she look to Spree, as there was white panties helped to give more modesty to the filly, she look to her friend as she mouth while Jasmine was occupy with Lovely with the soup. ‘We need to keep a eye on her when she sleeps’.

Blinking some, Spree thought and realized that, despite everything or the filly’s mood… the nightmares wouldn’t stay away. And Spree would admit, even she and Shadow had them form time to time. There was no way Jasmine got away without being traumatized, without seeing mare’s being raped and screaming or pleading for mercy or the abuse all around her. The violence and cruelty…

Looking to Shadow. Spree mouthed back, ‘She sleeps with us’. Though Spree was sure that Shadow was going to be the one to do most of that. While she herself was good with a protective hug… Shadow was more gentle, and if Spree was honest, had a much more motherly touch to help Jasmine.

Shadow gave a confirm nod, as she was also thinking of asking Jerry to lessen his ‘midnight dessert’ for now. Or at least, give them actual doors. Maybe ask if he can make the Minions to craft a door or something. She glance to Lovely, who was doting on the filly, as Jasmine was eating the warm soup, while she was glad that Jasmine was okay with the earth mare, and more glad that the earth mare was taking her lessons in stride. There was a nagging thought in her head.

But before she focus on that thought, she look at Lovely, who had a ‘what do I do?’ expression as Jasmine sat on Lovely lap as a ‘chair’ as she ate the soup. Shadow roll her eyes, as she saw that strained smile, darting eyes, arms slightly up and away as Lovely was trying to figure out what she should be doing. She gain the mare attention with a clearing throat. Gaining the maid attention, she just mouthed, ‘Just relax, and just hug her gently’.

The earth mare took a low breath to calm herself. As she gently hug the filly, who in turn rested against those large breasts as she ate. Looking up with a brilliant smile, as Lovely gave a smile of her own, as she felt a hitch in her throat, a warm feeling in her as...she couldn’t understand before the filly went back to eating.

Shadow shake her head, as she refocus on that nagging thought. What was it? trying to recall and internally grimace. Oh right...Jerry. while she knew him being...occupy.

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Meanwhile in Ponyville, Jerry slam down his axe, as Jerry was cutting down a Caribou, hearing another Blue dying as he snarl. He charged his Browns to attack, as his Reds were hitting fireballs in their higher position. Greens in multiple areas to jump and stab down Caribous unaware of them being their. Jerry felt his right arm sore all over, mostly from wielding his axe and attacking Caribous all over. He felt crossbows in the lesser armored parts on his armor that were sticking out, as he heard another Brown dying, with a Blue attempting to save it.

He was down to 37 Minions, as a few died from over fighting with Caribous, or got shot down by archers. He felt the slowly coming blood loss-- but with his armor holding itself in Defense, he could handle it. He stretch his arm out, Combustion burning Caribous as more screams came-- but others endure it as he realize they brought in the anti-magic armor now. He charged with his Browns as they attack against the Caribous, feeling his armor chipped as he slam his axe.

He heard his Blues dying faster, as he turn to see grit his teeth. Look like they’re trying to circle me around. as he sent another Combustion, and raise his left arm. Calling all his Minions as he began to move to a different position, but yet as he ran with all his might-- he soon halted. Seeing himself surrounded. Caribous in romans setting with their shields. The Minions hiss or snarl, as in the back, he saw something glowing--

As a wave of magical energy slam down on him, trying to enter in his mind with clenched eyes, trying to corrupt him, make them like them and bow to their needs and use him for their own ends...and him cracking open and feeling...refresh as Gnarl to laugh maniacally. “HA! Those pathetic idiots, giving you free corruption!” and Jerry...he laughed. It was a low laughter...but it was rising higher and louder, becoming more maniacal, more uproaring, and outright EVIL in its deep based tone.

For a brief second...there was a pause...as Jerry said in a ton full of hate, apathy...and so much rage.

“I’m going to break your spines.” As he and Gnarl had a front row seat of the Caribous, just a few of them… looking as if they just shit themselves.

For a moment… Jerry felt rather proud of himself for using a way too used cheese villain line. It surprisingly did intimidate people as long as you had the backing rep to prove it. And to test this, he took a step forwards, undaunted. In turn, a few hesitated with one step back. Like a predator, his eyes caught that hesitation, that moment of fear.

With a warcry of a shout, Jerry charged-- all his minions rushing full title. Those that hesitated ran in fear, those remaining holding their ground and trying to hold place-- but their lines were broken. Broken by the few weaker willed cowards that left their shielded wall with gaps. A full shield wall would have stopped Jerry. It was by mere luck and chance, that something had thrown a wrench into those plans.

They were swatted aside, a few being target’s to Jerry’s wrath as he brought the axe down and either crushed, dented or in some cases, bit the steel into their flesh. And while he would go on-- Jerry felt his body ache. It was tired. It was bleeding. He lost a few minions and retreat sounded better. And Gnarl, despite enjoying this all, voiced that concern.

“You can always return to crush them, Sire. After all...I doubt they’ll go anywhere.” giving a evil cackle as he Jerry decided to use a spell to retreat. One he activated around himself, as he began running. The Caribous assumed he lost, giving chase as they fire bolts of crossbow or magic-- but the barrier around Jerry stopped all attacks, as Jerry inwardly grin of Sanctuary uses. Nothing can get in. The strongest defense in Overlord. Sure can’t harm...but it can keep me alive and push enemies aside. as it was pushing Caribous out of the way as he was more or less bulldozing his way to the Main Gate.

As Jerry made a turn, he swore he heard a roar of a dragon, but didn’t bother to look back. But if he did? He would of seen a dragon of purple and green...all grown up as it was chasing Jerry. “run Sire, run!” told Gnarl, as Jerry kept running, as despite the extra boost from the corruption? He was running on fumes, as the Overlord managed to get through the Gate as his surviving Minions jump into their Spawn Pits-- and he was back in the throne room.

Jerry halted, stopping his magic of Sanctuary as he took low breaths. His entire armor and ax covered with blood, either dry, or recent, dripping down on the ground as he stood there. Tightly gripping his axe as most of his anger was out of his system, but he felt like dropping down, taking those crossbow bolts out of his armor...and feel so tired and exhausted as he knelt down, using the axe as a means to keep himself up, Jerry gave tired pants and exhaustion as he stayed there for a while.

While he rested for a moment, he reached his hand up to remove his helm, letting it get placed to the ground and feeling cool air next to blast at his face in a rush. Sweat dripped from his face, taking slow and steady breaths to calm down before he heard the sound of patterning hooves.

Eyes drawing up, he found Lovely walking up to him. Her eyes filled with concern as she held up a tray with a goblet with that ever refreshing life giving water, Gnarl making his way up by her side, no doubt having fetched her for his needs.

Jerry left arm shakily move to take the goblet, as he grip it, he tried to keep it steady. Already feeling his body crying out in pain of the killings he done, and grit his teeth as he tried to move it. Lovely soft and gentle hands move to aid his lone shaky one, as she gave a soothing smile to assure and aid her Master. She helped him as she directed the arm to his face, pouring the liquid into his mouth as he drank it up.

“Move it you scrabs! Get those things out of the Master!” for a brief moment, Jerry forgot what was sticking out of him, before he gave a painful shout. As the Minions were pulling out crossbow bolts on his body in various areas. Lovely held the goblet firmly in the gauntlet hand. Nuzzling his face to give him comfort of the brief pain, she help him take the drink again, as with each gulp his wounds were slowly healing. His body slowly easing of its soreness and tiredness.

As he finished it, he gave dry gulps of breath, slowly getting up on shaky legs, with Lovely doing her best to help up her Master. Not caring of the blood getting on her uniform or body, as Jerry was moving towards the armory to have his armor removed. Gnarl hum to himself...as the elder minion knew that the Overlord done a good job, and would spread terror and fear for a good while. He gave a cackle, knowing his manipulation was working well. As the Overlord was using his wrath for a good, well evil cause.

If only he wasn’t tired...he might of destroyed that town. giving a low cackle, as he glance to see the Master coming from the Forge, with Lovely pressing against his side, helping him up as he was shakily moving across the throne room as Gnarl mused to himself. This weakness however, is just a small setback. Not all Overlords had long lasting strength. Some got tired. This...was to be expected. seeing them going up the stairs as he mused on.

I’m sure those whores will stop complaining of the noise with the Minions making them a door. It’ll allow the Master to take more liberties with that slave of his. then gave a evil gleam as he thought out.

And most importantly, when the Sire is done resting...he can continue his evil work in carnage. Because after all...Evil always find a way! cackling to himself that everything was going as plan.

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As the doors closed behind the two, Lovely aided her Master to the bed, helping him along the way to sit down on it. She helped him remove his robes, taking them off as she gently massage his back, helping his muscles relax as he gave a low sigh. She smile as she move down on the back, making sure her Master relax.

As she move her slender hands up, she perk her ears as heard him ordered. “Lovely...strip, I...I just need to cuddle, maybe some touching.” she smile, moving back and started to take her clothes off, as she saw him lean down by his back. As the earth mare was naked as he was, she crawled by his side, moving around his right side. She gave a tender kiss to his lips, legs moving around his own, body leaning close as she gave him comfort.

Feeling his arm tiredly move around her back, holding her close as she gave a coo. She pull back, to nestle near his body, nuzzling in his neck, as she let her body move around him with her hands gently caressing his chest. Right now, Master needed comfort and snuggling. Something to hold as to rest, to sleep. She knew that any intimacy will be done at a later time. So she gave him all the cuddle and comfort he wanted, knowing this work far wonders than sex did right now. And she was learning more about his sweet spots bit by bit in times like these.

She giggle when she felt him groping her ass a bit. Well...doesn’t mean he like to give touches now and then. she rest her head in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent as she was here for anything he needed. Anything.

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Jasmine looked about the room she was in with curious eyes, finding it slightly lavished and decorated and form what she could tell, slightly filled with a few things. Right now, they all sat on a single bed. The (new) door was closed and locked from inside, allowing her and the older mare’s complete privacy as they were, at the moment naked.

She wasn’t sure why at first, but it became clear later on as they went about combing her mane and brushing out her coat-- making sure that she was properly cared for. There was also a odd comfort of feeling their bare bodies with hers, but she wasn’t sure what that was exactly.

Still, Jasmine almost brightened up as she got to help them unbraid their manes and tails to comb them out-- even slightly help brush their coats too. It help her forget of what had happened during the day, and it gave a familiar feeling of comfort. One that made her a bit somber, admittedly. And while Spree was more focused on preparing the filly for bed, Shadow noticed the somber look in the filly’s eyes, and felt the need to get to the bottom of it.

She move by her, sitting down by the filly side as she asked gently. “What’s the matter Hon?” Getting the filly attention, as she glanced up, she look down, playing with her thumbs. Shadow frown, knowing that something bothered her. She gently scot close, wing around her as she gave gentle nuzzles. Trying to coax the filly as Jasmine slowly give in.

“I...I was reminded.” getting Shadow perk ears to listen in, as Jasmine felt the mare arms gently holding her, as she saw Spree slow her work on Jasmine tail as the filly went on. “I...I was reminded of my sister. She...she used to do this. Combing manes. Our tails...happier times….” getting a look of concern, Shadow asked gently.

“Where...where is she?” Jasmine’s ears flatten, legs crossing together as she said lowly.

“I don’t know….last I saw her….was in the Empire.”

With a gentle tug to work out the last knot, Spree looked up and spoke, “We’re… sorry to hear that, Jasmine.” Then told, “I know we can’t help now…” Then smiled, “But maybe she’s okay.” Seeing those innocent and scared eyes look at her, Spree resisted the urge to bite her lower lip and told, “I.. I don’t want to get your hopes up… but maybe she’s okay and looking for you now.”

She leaned back some, comb off to the side and told, “I know it hurts and you’re scared… but she’s out there, probably worried about you as much as you’re scared and even worried about her.” She looked to Shadow first, trying to think of something more before looking down and saying with certainty, “And… and until you see her again? We’ll be here for you, as long as we can be. Right Shadow?”

Shadow nodded with a firm nod. “Of course.” holding Jasmine close as she nuzzled her mane, giving comfort to her-- she recalled the geometric like pattern in the fillies eyes when she looked up to Shadow, the way the light reflect in such a glittering gem manner as she knew that Jasmine was a crystal pony. Then...realized it. She pull Jasmine a bit and asked. “Jasmine...are you a crystal pony?” the filly mutely nodded, as Shadow heart ache, knowing that the Crystal Empire...was the first place it got hit by the Caribous. It was a near miracle to see Jasmine...pure for so long.

Blinking a few times, Spree was just as shocked, if anything she looked at the small filly carefully for a moment. The details were… there, hard to spot really. She knew that Crystal ponies glimmered… sometimes. But other times, they looked like normal earth ponies. Well, aside form the eyes which seemed to always have a greater sparkling like glitter about them.

With a slight laugh and a smile, Spree said, “You’re one lucky filly.” Getting a confused look from Jasmine. Spree just smiled further and said, “How you lasted this long… I think you’re a real miracle, Jasmine. A real special one at that.”

She look down, frowning some as Jasmine told. “I don’t feel lucky or a miracle...if I did...I would have my sister with me…”

Looking downhearted by this, Shadow took a moment to think before nodding in her mind on how to say this. So, she tightly hugged Jasmine more to her bare from and leaned her head down, comforting with a soft tone befitting more of a mother than a simple mare.

“Your sister would be happy that you were one. To make it this far, to be safe. Thats a big sister's job. To make sure their little sisters are safe and happy.” Jasmine sniffed, as Shadow smile, and look at Spree as she said to the filly. “Look at Spree and I. we’re not really sisters...but I always was her big sister. And if Spree was okay and safe...I was happy.”Jasmine slowly grip the mare as tight as she could as Shadow spoke gently.

“You might not think you’re lucky or a miracle...but believe Spree when she says, you are lucky and that you’re a miracle. And only a filly part of a miracle, would made it so far from the empire safe and sound as you have. Don’t doubt that. You are special in that way.” Jasmine tried to stop the tears, but she just whined, leaning against Shadow as the thestral gently comb the filly head with her fingers. She internally sigh, knowing that despite their words and comfort...the real terror will be in the filly nightmares.

It was with a gentle hold, and a bit of re-positioning, that Shadow sat on the bed more and got Jasmine to sit and lay on her lap. With a slow swaying, Shadow hummed a gentle tune, closing her eyes and rocking gently the filly in her arms. She didn’t think anything more, only to hold Jasmine and gently hum her a lullaby. Once that her mother used to hum to her, when she needed comfort.

While Jasmine’s heart ached, she couldn’t help but press her face into the two mounds of this mare, seek comfort with the thestrals dark coat and body. A part of her, a deep part… felt a want for her sister, to be held by her big sister like this. To her her words of comfort and feel her hands gently hugging her close.

But even if she couldn’t have that… the feel of the soft body of this mare, it calmed her. It comforted her. She hugged more tightly, wiping her tears over the soft bosom that seemed to only give her a form of comfort. She was aware of things getting a bit dimmer, but otherwise ignored it and held more tightly.

Slowly, Shadow felt those arms slowly slack, the little sobs and hiccups die down. Eventually, Jasmine slipped off to sleep in her arms, still holding as tight as a slumping filly could.

Spree looked down sadly, and glanced up and told, “Let’s sleep in the same bed for tonight.” Getting a look form Shadow while telling, “I know… but she needs this.” Moving to shift the covers before smiling, “If she has a nightmare… I think with us both near it will help…” Then laughed dryly, “Maybe keep our nightmares away too…”

She gave a low sigh, shaking her head some as she said. “Just for tonight.” then gently held up the filly, moving her in the same bed as she let Spree hold her, letting Jasmine rest against the earth mare first. “I’m worry of what nightmares she’ll have…” then gave a relief breath as she look to Spree and asked. “Spree...do you think that it was...shocking to see Jerry like that?” She glanced down to the filly as she explain.

“I knew that he could get scary when he’s mad...but when...when he held Jasmine in his arms,” shifting some as she admit. “I never knew he could be downright terrifying when he was livid.”

Breathing out and shifting the filly close to her, Spree told, “When you were strung up and being ‘punished’, I got to see it… you didn’t because I think you were just not his target.” Then patted the space in the bed for Shadow to join. The thestral hesitated for a moment before climbing in, blanket pulled over them.

While Shadow reached and hugged Jasmine, effectively surrounding the filly with two comforting mare’s, Spree went on, “I think… I think that whatever happened pushed him a bit too far. Like when I mentioned what really happened when he was made to wait. Or when he found out about the machine… Maybe it… just was too much and it made him so angry…”

Being silent, as she gently comb the mane of Jasmine with her fingers...she asked lowly. “Do you think...that when he...he saw Jasmine in a position on those...posts. That whoever was causing her distress..just cross something he willingly wasn’t going to stand by?” looking to Spree at that.

“Shadow, we both know it takes a real sick mind to rape a filly.” Told Spree in a low tone. “I wouldn't blame Jerry for being disgusted… there’s… there’s just some things you don’t do…”

Shadow nod...and admitted. “As much scary it was when he came with her...I’m sorta glad he’s not ‘evil’ enough to stand by and let it happen. I really am happy he decided to take her away from...such a terrifying thing.”

There was a gentle nod form Spree for a while, just watching Jasmine sleep between them… then looked up to Shadow herself. The way she held and gently combed her fingers through the filly’s mane before saying, “You’re not a Red.” It was said with such confidence, such certainty, it surprised Shadow to stop.

“Watching you… You’re not a Red, Shadow. I can tell.” There was a soft smile in place, while Spree told, “The way you handled Jasmine, the way you took charge and made sure she was alright, comforted… A broken Red wouldn’t be so… sure of what to do. I know it.” Then sighed in some contentment, “You were scared, you submitted… but I can say with confidence… you weren't really a red. Just hurt. And you’re getting better with each day.”

She nodded briefly, unable to wipe that smile on her face, as she look to Jasmine briefly, then to Spree as she nodded. “Yeah, you’re right…” then felt a low feeling as despite being assured she wasn’t a red-collar…she just hoped that Jasmine will have peaceful dreams...she then thought of something else...and said to Spree. “We should get Jasmine introduce to Jerry.” looking to her as she went on. “And I mean Jerry, actual Jerry and not what she saw that terrified her in the suit of armor.”

Nodding some in thought, Spree said, “How about… tomorrow I talk to him? Get him to not mention his Overlord thing and let her just… well, get to know him. Jerry.” Then reasons ed on, “We can drop the news of him being Overlord once she’s used to him. Let him tell her.” Watching Shadow nod in slow agreement.

With a smile, Spree told, “You’d make a good mom Shadow.” Shaking her head some and going on, “I… almost feel jealous how natural you are at it.”

She giggled. “Blame my parents. They wanted me to have a good stud when I moved out.” she did however frown and said. “But her meeting Gnarl is bad.”

With a slight smirk, Spree assured, “Let me handle him. Once I talk to Jerry, I’ll go and maybe annoy the toad a little and keep him away from you, Jerry and Jasmine. Sound like a plan?”

She giggle and nod in confirmation. “It’ll do good for him to not get near them when Jasmine is getting use to Jerry.” then relax on the pillow and yawn. “Hopefully, maybe...Jasmine might go when we find the Resistance. I don’t know about you...but I’m not too sure this place is safe for her.”

“I feel the same Shadow.” Told Spree, “Same here… good night, Daze.” Giving a slight wink before closing her eyes. Friends or not, she still liked to flirt with her friend. Sure it wouldn’t amount to anything, but it’s how she showed she cared.

“Good night, Spree.” said Shadow, relaxing and sleeping…

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However in the middle of the night, Jasmine shook, shaking some as in her dreams, she was visualizing being on the post. Seeing the Caribou coming at her...more Caribous coming around, unable to stop approaching, getting near, getting close--

And in the waking world, Shadow spoke in her ear. “Shhh, shh.” gently rocking and holding the filly, she woke up by the filly moving, as she knew the nightmare came. Giving a low hum of a lullaby, as she glance to Spree. Seeing her blinking some and rising, but once she was able to tell what was going on, she moved in to join the hug too. Gently massaging and rubbing the young one’s shoulder, both mares doing their best to comfort Jasmine, ease her in her nightmare.

And slowly, but surely, the shaking and thrashing lessen, and lessen as she went back to a slumber. Shadow gave a tired sigh, motioning to Spree to get back to sleep. As for now, the nightmare ended for tonight.

Spree slightly yawned, but once more pulled the blanket over their naked forms and felt a warmth comfort wash over her as their shared body heat mingled. She peeked a eye open in her tiredness, but said, “Alternate sleeping shifts?” Slightly yawning at the end, hoping her friend understood what she meant. Seeing as this was the only night they share a bed together, mostly for Jasmine-- that would mean later on, Jasmine should toggle between them every night or something.

Mostly for the sake of their own sleeping schedules.

Shadow nodded as she told. “I’ll take tomorrow night.” as she gently place Jasmine down in between them, as she kept Jasmine close to them, and was glad she spotted the nightmare before it got worse.

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In the morning, and all three getting dressed for the day in dresses and breakfast, Shadow coaxed Jasmine to meet Jerry. And while Jasmine was unsure, Shadow assured her he was a good guy, and was certain after Spree inform him of what to say or not to say-- they’ll come up. However as they were passing in the throne room, with Jasmine following Shadow--- they heard a gnarly voice.

“Why hello there.” getting Shadow to breath low, as Jasmine glance to Gnarl, seeing the old minion giving a wide grin and said. “If you wish to speak to the Master, he;s currently resting in his Private Quarters.” Jasmine look over him, taking in sight of the elder being as she asked.

“So, who are you baldy?” he splutter.

“B-Baldy!?” then told. “I’ll have you know, I am Gnarl! Minion Master and adviser to the Overlord!” Shadow took a breath and told.

“Ignored him Jasmine, he’s just grumpy.” Gnarl snort, then gave a grin as he asked.

“Grumpy? Well, I don’t suppose it can’t be help, after all the Master had such a long and stressful day yesterday.” getting Shadow to pause as she glance, as Jasmine was curious as Gnarl took this chance. “You see, he had a very, physical work out, doing a lot of things like say...Removing a certain Rule?” Shadow spine gave a chill, as she focus on Gnarl as the minion laugh.

“Oh yes, he did do what you ask. In fact, he was the second one to get the ax.”

“What does he mean by that?” Asked Jasmine as Gnarl was about to reply, before being interrupted.

“Toddy guy!” For Gnarl, that was said with way too much cheer. And it was said by his currently ‘most-despised-whore’. He turned to give a glare to the grinning Spree, not sure what she was up to before she stopped by him and told, “Guess what? I need you for something.” Hands on her hips, her loose and basic pants hugging her hips just enough to show her feminine curve. “I asked and Jerry said something about his armor needing a look at?” And steamrolled on.

“Well, he want’s you to check up on it. And told you to go make sure it’s polished up.” Then with a too large grin, began to turn and shove the minion along, “He also said he wants you to get the minions working on lunch, and he also said he wanted you to make sure the weapons were sharp, he also said he wanted to make sure we know the exact amount of gold in the treasury. Did I also forget to mention he wanted you to do a headcount of the minions too?” Going on and on, not giving the minion a chance to even speak a word.

Shadow giggle, as she motioned Jasmine along. Jasmine herself, felt a large grin at Gnarl demise, and for some reason, will enjoy annoying him to no end. As they were moving up the stairs, Jasmine noticed a change of detail. For one, there was less volcanic area or crude stone around. Another thing, was it seem more...castle like, something only a nobility will own.

Shadow lead the filly on to the right side, ears perking of some music playing. Wondering a bit on who is playing music, as when they got into the doorway of Jerry room, they saw Quaver with a small band of minions playing music as he entertain Jerry. Jasmine looked at Quaver, smiling as she recalled him from his time entertaining her last night, and focus on the being at the bed.

Seeing Lovely by his side, helping him up and gently massage his back or right arm as she lean against him. Giving gentle nuzzles to his neck as she focus on the yellow robed being. He wasn’t like most beings, having a flat muzzle, no fur but a mane on the head. Looking tired, but awake enough to be entertain. While Jasmine was getting a good look at Jerry, Shadow look over Jerry.

Seeing Jerry being tired, made Shadow wonder how long he’s been fighting? Or at the very least, wonder what caused Lovely to massage his right arm. She also noticed a...content look, or at the least a being content of something. She noticed he was looking at Jasmine, and was connecting the dots as she try to see what he was content of? Oh...he’s content that she’s alright, she looks fine… smiling some as she clear her throat.

Interrupting Quaver as the Minion stop dancing as she said. “Sorry to interrupt, but we’re here to meet Jerry.” The Minion laugh, moving on the side as she let Jasmine follow her close to the bed as she introduce. “Jasmine, this is Jerry. Jerry this is Jasmine.” Jerry look to the filly, as a smile was on his face, as he raise his left hand. At once, Shadow noticed how, shaky it was. As he raise the hand before Jasmine as he greet.

“Nice to meet you, Jasmine.” Jasmine look over the hand, and to him, as she took a low breath...and with some hesitant movement, she reach out to grip the hand...and slowly shake it.

It was… firm, she felt. The hand felt firm but also weak, almost tired. For a moment she thought she heard something pop, but it could've been her imagination as the male didn’t show any from of pain. When she let go, all this Jerry gave was a smile, a… pleasant kind really.

Behind him she could see the mare, Lovely, smiling happily and keeping her efforts up in working his right side the most. Jasmine could hear a idle humming of content form the mare, like she could do this all day-- serving this male and be happy with just that.

Then, she noticed Jerry lift his left hand up in a motion, one that caused the sound of feet to catch her attention and glanced to where he was looking. Similarly, Shadow made a glance and blinked in some surprise. A green minion, one that looked a bit roughed up, came over and next to carried a small assortment of boxes… boxes that looked very familiar to the thestral-- game boards.

“I hope you don’t mind, but maybe you can play a few games with me?” asked Jerry to Jasmine as the filly herself slowly nodded.

For Shadow, she furrowed her brows and asked to Jerry. “Where did you get the game boards? I thought they were none around here?”

“I may had gotten some from my trip out.” said Jerry as the green place the box down as he went on. “And well, the Minions collected stuff for me.” then look over the few game boards, seeing chess, foal games-- and his eyes widen as he said. “No way!” then ordered. “Green, get that, that one!” the mares looked confused at his... childlike excitement as the Green took out a big board, as Shadow brow furrowed as she said.

“Is that...Ogres and Oubliettes?” as she questioned. “Why are you wanting the Green to get that one? That's for nerds.” Jerry pause...and glance to her as she look at him...then gape her mouth as she said. “Noooooo.”

He only held a dignified nose up at her, as it to prove he was a proud nerd to that. He even went about setting up the board, and telling all the while, with Jasmine listening in… eyeing the game board with her own interest peaking.

By Luna...he’s a nerd...it make so much sense when we had sex...he had no idea what to do! mind blown at this as Jerry was talking through with Jasmine.

“It’s a bit complicated, but with the right smarts, a bit of RPG-elementary from me, and loads of dices and math-- it's a interesting game. Sure it may be nerdy-- but it provide a good use of tactician and choosing what could happen.” Jasmine asked.

“But why do a lot of ponies think its mostly a nerd game that ponies play with who have no life?”

Lovely only looked on with the most lost of expressions, and Shadow herself placed a hand on her face. She groaned and felt like she had accidentally blundered on this-- this was to make Jasmine feel comfortable around Jerry, and she had gone and possibly made things worse by planting the idea of this being a nerds game-- which it was, but not the point --and making things harder for himself!

But yet, he somewhat surprised her.

“Because a lot of ponies don’t understand that this, in a sense, is a simulation of sorts.” getting Jasmine to tilt her head as he went on. “The thing about these ‘nerd games’? They help strengthen your mind, help you be ready at a moment chance if things go bad, or in some cases for worse.” then grin.

“Not to mention, as the one leading the entire game, how everything is going through will depends on the DM mood.”

“Master...I’m so confused.” said Lovely as Jerry look to her and assure her.

“Its alright, just keep massaging my right arm, alright?” she brighten up and nod her head. Going back to massage his arm as he look back to Jasmine as he continue. “But yeah, despite it being nerdy, its fun and help you enjoy things with friends.”

Jasmine soon nodded some...but asked. “But isn’t bringing this to a filly a bad idea? I mean most of this stuff is over my head..” he consider that some and admit that maybe he should start with something simple-- until he can give her a general idea on the game...and make campaigns. Then ordered to the Green.

“Minion.” pointed his shaky left hand up as it was dramatic like. “Retrieve the Candy land!”

Shadow had to raise a hand to stop a laugh from escaping her lips. Hearing him speak in that rather horrible nobleman's impersonation-- and seeing the stinky smelly green salute and turn around to get the board game-- it made for a oddly comical sight. Even more with what he was asking for. But, at least it was something Jasmine could play. In fact… Maybe she should join in too? It would be good for Jasmine to play with all of them-- maybe rope Lovely in too.

As Lovely put the arm down, she spoke in concern. “Master, you shouldn’t raise your arms too much. You’re still recovering.” Jasmine glance and asked.

“Recovering from what?” Her eyes looking on with a childlike curiosity.

“I lift too many dead weights.” Shadow was at least thankful Jerry could give white-lies. The thestral then said.

“Maybe we can all play?” glancing to Quaver already leaving with the small band, apparently their job done. The thestral look back to them as she continued. “Candy Land is a easy game to play with, and I’m sure Lovely could learn to play too?” Jerry hum at this, thinking over as he gave a slow nod.

“Yeah, not to mention, I might need her to help move my pieces, because you know, shaky hands.” as the RPG game was put away as the Green came back with the board, as it settle on the bed, as Jasmine move to open the board and set up the pieces as once they were starting playing…

Jasmine felt...felt content, as despite all that happen and the nightmare...she was content with just...playing a simple and foal board game. She smile as she enjoy Jerry rather silly self, Shadow giggling at his silliness, and Lovely both playing and moving Jerry pieces when she wasn’t massaging his arms. It was...it reminded her some familiarity of...more innocent times.

For once, everything felt. Normal again.

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