Author's Notes:

Sorry for the long wait guys, but anyway, here is a new chapter. The title says is all.

Also, I have written and released a brand new story. It is Pokemon Mystery Dungeon themed.

Please check it out if you are interested.

The link to it is here: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/409665/mystery-dungeons-through-realms-and-worlds

“Your highness, your highness!” I heard someone call into my room while I was busy sitting inside my wardrobe closet.

Why am I inside my wardrobe some might ask? Well no real reason, just for the idea of doing it and also because that THIS wardrobe is so freaking BIG that it can almost be qualified as its own room rather than just a wardrobe, that it can perfectly fit a full grown human adult without any issues. Because, duh, I just explained why and how.

But seriously, I just wanted to see how far this closet can actually go before I would eventually end up in Lord of the Rings rip off land with talking furry animals and a monarchy system that somehow prefers unprofessional teens as their rulers instead of more aged and wise individuals. Look who's talking, but alas, it was not to be. But at least I got compensated for the fact that I can actually lay myself down horizontally and casually relax my day out in between my neatly folded pajamas, shirts and bed sheets while being surrounded by curtain of purple colored togas.

This takes me right back to my childhood when I used to build caves or forts out of pillows and sheets, or crawling in between the tight spaces of my old closet.

Ah, yes, the good old days, where everything was just as black and white for me as it is now in my adult years. Good times, good times.

“Your highness! Are you here?...I think he is either at the bathroom or somewhere else.” I heard this newfound voice say while I was busy flashing backing to a flashback about my lost childhood.

Ah yes, I still have a visitor looking for me, don't I?

With that realization out of the way, I simply rolled myself out of my pajamas and bed sheet cocoon before rolling right out past the door and landing onto the rug covered floor with audible oomph and thud. Much to the surprise of whoever it was that was interrupting my well-deserved flashback.

“Your highness? Where you really inside that closet this entire time?” The voice of Susi quickly asked, sounding quite surprised at my sudden appearance.

I didn’t reply, mostly thanks to the fact that my face was kissing the carpet floor below me, which obviously makes replying somewhat difficult when your mouth is momentarily covered up with something which I am sure is more valuable than my own two kidneys. But it’s nothing that a little “Roll dich” move can fix.

Though I was always preferably a cat person. At least I don’t need to micromanage them as much as dogs. Having cats allows you to be a lot lazier as a pet owner. But only if they are outside and not inside the house causing a ruckus.

But besides talking about dogs, I managed to get myself facing upwards, which in turn allowed me the verbal freedom I need in order to answer a surprised and frantic looking Susara.

Wow it really has been a while since I last addressed her by her full name. Times have changed man, times have changed.

“Yes, yes I did, and it certainly was the most comfortable wardrobe I have ever slept in. Truly a wonderful call back to times long past. Time’s where I had zero responsibilities and even less shit to care about until…well… to be honest nothing has changed on that part. So never mind what I just said and just roll with the first two sentences.” I casually answered while raising a finger.

“So wait, you mean to tell me that you have been sleeping in that closet over there this entire time while I was frantically looking for you? I even passed through your room twice, even going so far in asking all the guards I could come across about your highness whereabouts. And you have been inside the closet all this time?” She rambled on completely flabbergasted. Sounding more and more annoyed and…do I say pissed off with every passing word.

It seems I have finally managed to troll her to the edge of the cage. It was bound to happen eventually to be honest. But wasn’t expecting it to be related towards sleeping or wardrobes.

Ah yes, such is life. Un-expecting and also a total turd himself when it comes to picking up random causes for random events that are completely unrelated or unexpected.

Why am I now surprised.

“Yes.” I casually replied while finally looking at her more properly. “BUT, I also managed to get a lot of things done before doing that. The evidence to my claims can see is right on that desk over there.” I pointed out, which of course, Susi followed.

Zebra’s and generally everyone else are quite susceptible towards my index finger or thumb whenever I am pointing something out. Which can be quite bad when considering poor little Penelope into the mix. Risking the risk of pointing something out which is not meant to be seen by little fire breathing toddlers.

Speaking of toddlers.

My eyes perked up almost immediately when I realization hit me. Susi over there was about to say something again before I swiftly cut her off with my swift reflexes on getting back up from my cocoon before dusting myself off.

“Wait just a second.” I announced before peeking back into this gate sized closet that I just rolled out off.

Pushing myself past all of those shirts and toga’s up above and digging my way through those bed sheets and pajamas, and a very curiously and completely out of place pair of pink panties in between, I eventually started to feel around for anything scaly, clawy and breathing. And there and behold, there she was, or rather there she was, tucked away neatly in between the aforementioned panties and a small collection of plushies which are actually the same once she usually has inside that little crib of hers, was little Old Penelope. Babbling around to herself while moving a human looking plushie around with her claws.

She immediately let go of her toy and started to clap her tiddy widdy claws the moment I reached out to grab this little bundle of fire and barbecue from her own cocoon.

“Dadda Alesh.” She loudly babbled. Causing a certain mare behind to quietly gasp in surprise.

“Wait, she can talk now? When did that happen?” She question as I straightened myself with Penelo in my arms.

I smiled. “Just now, after she received that her plushie version of me this morning.” I replied.

“But…but I don’t remember her ever talking this morning when you and Bakuss where outside at the Palace Barracks before the troops were sent off. Why didn't she try saying anything then? Newborns usually start repeating their first words over and over again after they manage to learn it” She again questioned. Being as confused as she always is when around me.

Well, most of the time at least. But recently not because…she had her own duties to do before all of this.

But hey, at least being the King means never having a shortage of people, or rather Zebras to troll when my main cast of background characters aren’t here to fill in the space. Just look at all those newly recruited Palace guards slouching around within the compound.

“Anyway back on topic.” I announced, completely ignoring her question.

Susi blinked at this for a couple of times before she quickly managed to remember whatever it was she wanted to talk about in the first place.

Not sure if she realized that I dodged her question, or simply decided to just ignore it and focus more on the important aspects of her visit, which I am sure I shall find out sooner rather than later.

She stood up straight, well as much as a quadruped can of course but…bla bla bla time waster.

“Anyway, I came here for a very important and urgent report your highness.” Susi began while I was once again busy in trying to prevent Penelope over here from ruining yet another shirt of mine.

I still fondly remember how she managed to chew through the royal attire that NOT Karl Lagerfeld made for me before my first public speech. I of course showed it to him and even requested him to make a dozen copies of those just to keep myself stocked.

But that only lead to a massive existential epic proportion. Causing him to faint a couple of times on a single sitting, and almost forcing me to lose both my lunch and dinner if it wasn’t for my army of personal servants to wonderfully bring me both my lunch and dinner to NOT Karl Lagerfeld’s studio in the noble district right next to the Palace.

These guys can be some real life savers, f they aren’t so keen on constantly trying to ask me if their wasn’t “anything else” they could serve me with.

Those swaying tails don’t lie, and neither do those nervous sounding or eager tones when asking me such questions.

I am surrounded by horny little…

“Your highness…have you heard as to what I just said?” Susi asked which again brought me back to the stressful and rude reality of…well…reality.

“What? Uh, nope sorry I was spaced out there for a moment. Per usual, as you should know.” I replied casually while still trying to keep Penelope away from my right sleeve.

Which by the way, was already half way from being chewed off, thanks to Penelo's ever growing teeth and stronger jaws.

Darn, this was my favorite copy shirt number 39. I will forever remember you number 39, same with 23, 12, and 52.

Susi on the other hand just sighed. “Well…as I just said, I came here to personally inform you on the report that two of the 6 batches of Zebra guards have unfortunately made contact with the enemy a lot earlier than planned, which in turn forced them to confront this changeling force alone, or rather be forced to confront them as the changelings attacked them according to the reports. Thankfully our guards managed to hold on just long enough for reinforcements to finally arrive and managed to force the changeling army to retreat deeper into the cave with the just arriving changelings and guards hot in perused. Though what the overall damage and casualty ratings were is still unknown to us. Which is also leads me to the second reason as to why I have personally been seeking you out your highness as Palmyria was requesting for your presence as well back in the dining room. I would say that she has a lot more detailed information at her hooves then I can personally provide. I am not a military expert or personal sadly.” Susi explained pretty much on one go.

Not on one breathe mind you, but more without me blanking out in the middle of it or getting interrupted by something else. Either by me or by some random event that usual likes to show its ugly face whenever something important is being said or done.

Because that is how life works, or rather at least around me and most likely only around me…right?

Either way, I just nod, before giving Penelope on my arm a quick simple glare before the rest of my right sleeve can be made un-reversible.

“Well, yes, yes of course. If the little changelings princess wishes to converse with me then who am I to deny her request.” I replied, before realizing just exactly on what I just said and grinning to myself thanks to said realization. “What I am talking about? I am the freaking king after all. I can be as late or tardy as I want. I am the freaking king, aren't I?” I announced loudly with a large maniacal smile on my features.

Again exercising, or rather announcing the OP status I have and just how far I am willing to just abuse the ever living shit out of it…when I feel like it…in a reasonable way of course… towards my peoples and allies.

To my enemies? Well the cards tend to be quite limitless in those regards.

Well, Susi was not particularly impressed, mostly worried. But she knew what she needed to focus on to keep this train from wrecking itself. Good for her, because trains are expensive after all. All of them.

“Well uhm…yes. But anyway, follow me your highness and I can personally take you to Princess Palmyria herself. She has been waiting for you for gods knows long.” Susi announced before making her way to the door.

I of course followed, because why not. Keeping close behind the traditionally dressed mare in front of me in all of her white robed glory and a healthy amount of bling in all the right places.

“So, what exactly have you been working on after you decided to take a nap inside you dress closet… If you don’t mind me asking, your highness.” Susi suddenly questioned along the way.

I just smiled before pulling out a random piece of paper that I just remembered I had inside my pajamas and handed it to her.

“Actually, I was working on some expansion plans for the city. You know, like, drawing out new districts, lining up some new walls and sketching up a new set of aqueducts and canals to compensate this expansion. Not just for the newly panned districts and moved farming fields further out from their original locations, but to also add them for the old city as well. Improving both the access of fresh water for the populace and the already improving the already existing plumbing even further. Overall, making the city bigger and better to live in at the upcoming further. All those new Zebra’s and potential changelings residence need a place to live and work after all. The current infrastructure of the city is not really capable of handling that as it is sadly.” I replied, also in a single and uninterrupted move, which is just a bit strange giving my usual chain of events or distractions.

Either way, Susi over here was firmly impressed by my words, before she took a look at my offered piece of paper and just looked at it with total confusion.

“Those…those are just some really rough drawn out lines and some crudely written words which I can’t understand.” She replied still looking at the schematics I made.

I shrugged “Well there is a reason why I decided to take a quick nap after climbing into the closet.” I replied, taking the drawing back and putting in somewhere within my pajamas to forget about it later.

Besides that, the trip over to the dining hall was casual and uneventful. Which is strange, given the usual shit that likes to happen around me on an almost daily basis. First the two long and uninterrupted speeches, and now this. I am certain that something will happen sooner or later, but what that might be is obviously still a mystery, and to be honest, has always been since the very moment I was conscious enough to be conscious.

Like when I was around 3 years old and so, which I can confirm with almost picture perfect lucidity. Whatever that meant I don’t know, but didn’t matter anyway as this simply gave me the chance to kill off some time and eventually find myself right in front of the dining halls door without even me noticing it.

But one thing was curtain, somebody needed to open this almost 10 meter tall door and allow us entry into the great beyond that lies behind its wooden frame.

Luckily, that job quickly fell over to the Palace guard’s station right in front of them. Pushing open the doors for us and bowing their heads as usual.

Some things will never change it seems, even though I have stated numerous times that my Castle doors don’t swing that way, and even if they did I would still be held back by my racist agendas to really do anything. I prefer humanoids over feral’s after all.

You cannot beat boobs that are located on somebody's chest, and not the crotch area like on most of these four leggers.

Once inside, both me and Susi over here where immediately greeted by both Palm Tree and a random looking changeling which I have never seen before. Though despite that, this changeling still managed to stick out somewhat, especially towards the run of the mill changeling I have mostly seen so far that are no Princess or Cyrus related.

This ling actually sported a form or markings or tattoos that snaked its way all through the back of her head and down to her neck. Most likely going even further if the small cloak on her back wasn’t covering her…well… back.

Besides that, she was also sporting her own set of bling on her changeling ears, which is a nice touch. Overall a bit of a rarity so far, though still looking like your typical changeling from afar, with her boldness and lack of pupils.

The princess smiled as she approached us from the other side of the table.

“Thank the foremothers that you are finally here, your highness. I have been personally requesting for you presence for quite a while now, with great urgency.” Palmy greeted before giving me a short bow.

I mimicked her, giving off a small bow as well in return. We are both royalty and leaders of our respective nations after all. I may be a manchild, a madman, and sometimes a total asshole for selfish fun, but I am of course not THAT selfish. I know when to act, quote/unquote “normal” when the need arises and when to revert myself back to my old self to keep everybody around on their toes on a physiological level.

Or tips of their hooves for that matter. Right now, I have only been conversing with creatures all related to a hooved family. Minus the gryphons but those don’t count because they were trying to kill me the moment I showed myself.

Plus it was a while back too, so it really doesn’t count anymore.

After the formalities where done I quickly decided to get straight to be point, which the princess must have thought so as well before she started to gesture a hoof towards the newcomer behind her before I could even get a word out.

See, I knew that the uninterrupted flow is going to get interrupted eventually.

“My I introduce you to Shimmer, one of the fastest flyers and most nimble flyer I know off. She may seem like a normal drone at first glance, but I can promise you that she is far from that. All thanks of the heritage she shares with her foremothers and forefathers. Both known for their flying skill and talents of being excellent scouts and infiltrators in the past. Or at least, that’s what the records described them to be…the last time I checked.” Palmy introduced, which in turn forced the aforementioned ling bow his or hers head respectively at me after the introduction where done.

“It is an honor to meet you in person, your highness. As the princess has stated, my name is Shimmer, and I am going to act as your personal messenger and spy if your highness accepts my offer.” The changeling greeted, or rather stated. Sounding quite feminine from her voice alone and making her sex even more distinct when I notice the now very obvious looking eyelashes on her…well eyes and the somewhat slender body she had. Similar to Palmy in fact.

In fact, do all changeling females have such obvious and slanders body forms?

In fact, it’s not just them. All equine looking races (and also the Gazelles) have such characteristic features of sex appeal. Mystic, Steppes, and even Susi if she isn’t covering herself with those robes of hers. All of them share the same type of hips and rears that pop out quite distinctly for pure sex appeal.

Those lucky stallions and males of this land, but utterly horrible for me if they are all bending over me and demanding me to see their “full moons”.

Again, morals and also a healthy dose of “guarding the children” and a little bit of racism are what are holding me back, both mentally and certainly physically too. Because as I said before, I prefer my boobs on chest and not on the area close to their hind legs.

I have standards of course, and those standards must be uphold in order to keep this story as family friendly as possible, while still also offering enough mature content.

Well, we just have to wait and see I guess, and also see in just how far my morals are willing to take me in regards to every female in the nation trying to get into my pants or bedchambers.

For both credit, and bragging right to friends. Or in Palmies case, diplomatic reasons.

Also did I said story, silly me.

Either way, Shimmer afterwards was looking back up at me with waiting eyes and great expectations as she awaiting my answer of her offer.

I on the other hand looked over at Palmy for any confirmations on her offers, in which she nods before smiling and gesturing back at her.

“She was actually the one who flew all the way from the caverns down below and to report on the happenings and ongoing actions which are and have been made as we speak. I know for a fact that she also shares a healthy fascination with the surface world as well when I first helped her, and a few others escape to the surface world in order to make a possible new life up there far away from the tyrannical chaos of my mother’s rule.” She paused for a moment as she looked down onto the floor. “Well actually…we now know that part of her insanity and will is due to the part of a magical idol she has been using to receive all the magical prowess she needed to take control of my grandmother’s throne in the first place. But…” She looked back up with a more determined look. “…even without its corruption, I know for a fact that she would have still been heavily authoritarian in her rule. She has always been highly ambitious, as far as I can remember. So overall her ways had to be brought down eventually. A well working and functioning hive can’t only work off of the wealth and influence of the nobility alone, which my mother heavily favored to keep her powers and plans for expansion into motion. But…that is clearly a story for another time.” She sighed before looking back at the changeling mare next to her, again with a smile.

“Anyway as I said, she has also been very fascinated with the surface world just like me. So I gave her permission to offer her expertise to you, as I am sure you would have needed her talents than I do. You are the one trying to rebuild an empire from its ruins after all, I on the other hoof am more concern with my changeling’s safety and continuous growth. Under your protection and good will of course… haven’t forgotten the deal I made with you in order to help me free the changelings from her madness.” She finally finished, again with a sigh.

To say that I was impressed with this would have been an understatement. Once more, a long and drawn out explanation and exposition was taking place, and yet again nothing has tried to fuck it up, or stop it with some ridiculous reason or event.

This day is strange…too normal for my taste.

Maybe I can fix that, with the most inappropriate question imaginable. Also shit for brains, and a serious case of boredom.

“Wait, before we proceed?” I announced which did the trick and getting everyone’s attention.

Because how could it not?

I looked over at my new “spy” and pointed a finger at her. “You, I need to know. Are you also going to try and court me for either personal gain, general horniness, or simply for bragging rights where you can go to your friends as say…” I did the best girl impression I could muster. “…oh girls, guess what? I just had his highness’ schlong deep inside of me and it felt absolutely amazing. His life giving essence is now slouching inside of me. Isn’t that amazing?” I mocked, getting the exact same reaction I was hoping to get.

Shock, surprise, embarrassment and maybe even a hidden feeling of wishful longing from one of these three. Either way, their expression said it all, wide eyes, opened mouth and visible blushes on their cheeks which can’t lie.

Shimmer especially has been taking the full brunt of my suggestion. She was more green around her cheeks then a recently washed cabbage on a market stand.

Because changeling blood is green, not red with most mammal.

“Wh-wha-wha-what? N-no, why…why would I do that I…” Shimmer stuttered, backpedaling a bit with her tail suspiciously hugging tight against her flank, right in between her hind legs.

I just pressed my lips together and frown. “Simply, because I know for a fact that you changelings feed on both love and affection. I learned this truth from a certain other spy of your nation who ended up to be completely intoxicated when I openly declared in just how adorable he looked when I first met your kind. Which still holds true for the rest of you, those fangs, those horns, those almost completely black exterior and otherworldly design. It’s just so metal and adorable at the same time. Brilliant.” I declared with a raised finger and an equally raised mouth.

“Your kind is a danger to my morality.” I quickly added, before looking back at the mare.

She was of course still speechless, same with the rest as they all looked at me with those big eyes.

Thankfully, this didn’t last long as poor little shimmer over here was eventually the first one to regain the use of her voice which was still a bit stuttery, but also an improvement compared to her previous words.

“Well…uhm…No I would…I would never ask something of that towards you, your highness…I…I am just a simple changeling after all, not worthy of…well…such a honor in…being your mate…”She paused for a bit, before looking off to the side with her blush deepening dangerously. “Though if you…desire me to do otherwise…then…then who am I to deny you’re…”I quickly stopped her right here.

“No,nononononono NO. I don’t want to hear the rest. This is enough. I know what you were about to suggest, and frankly your weren’t the first to do so. I already have enough servants around me who are just asking me the same thing, or rather hinting at that with their body language. Trying to “please” their king in any way they can. Even though I made it very clear many times that I am far from interested, not to mention lacking the time as well. I am the freaking king, I don’t have the leisure of allowing myself to partake in the all so common ritual that is the miracle of life. I got a world to conquer.” I declared, before a grin formed around me lips. “And cheese to collect.” I added, again raising my finger in the air and striking a dramatic pose to coincide with my open declaration for world domination and cheese collecting. Something a lot of previous world conquers back in my world have totally missed out on besides getting all the gold, resources and women for them to bang.

I am here to fix this flaw of course, getting everything I just listed above AND collecting all of the cheese too…minus the chicks of course, as most of them are going to be animal oriented anyway.

Could this be considered racist? I keep thinking it to be racist but I am of course unsure of that.

Shimmer, on the other hand, finally allowed herself to relax after I made my statement clear to her, through her tail was still firmly pressed against her ass, which could mean so many, many things.

“…ok…that was an unexpected topic.” Palmy asked, after she shook herself off of her frozen state.

Susi on the other hand simply kept silent, as she was a lot more resilient towards my unexpected questions in comparison to these two. She was actually the first one to recover while I was focused more on the two changeling females in front of me to even notice.

Thankfully, things eventually returned back to normal which was quite productive, even better, it was also the time where I started to realize that I have forcing myself to keep standing around on one spot when I could have easily taken a seat long ago. A realization made even truer when my legs finally started to feel cramped and sore. I am not very good at standing still for so long, especially having a hefty passenger munching on my arm.

“Wait, before we finally get back on track, let us first sit down and allow yourself to take a well-deserved breather from that delightful shock and surprise you all just witnessed. Penelope over here isn’t exactly getting lighter and my arm is starting to cramp up from carrying her so long. A seat, as kingdom for a seat I tell ya.” I suggested before causally making my way to the closest chair on the large and very circular dining table.

“Well shit, this is what I get from not focusing my attention on Penelope for a while carrying her on my arm. Now my entire right sleeve is gone because of it. Note to self, need to her some hard beef jerky or anything else to chew on besides my identical looking shirts. I may be rich, but that still doesn’t mean that I can make money grown on trees to compensate for her destructive nature towards my well established dress codes. Wait…can I actually make money grow in trees in the first place?” I wondered before sitting myself down and sighted in satisfaction for finally allowing my legs the rest they deserved.

The rest of the gang soon followed suit, with Palmy taking a seat to my left while Susi took hers on the right. Only Shimmer was the one who didn’t immediately respond to the new change of locations as she was still somewhat rooted to the same spot from where we left her. Though that was understandable, given the emotional, mental, and perhaps physical turmoil she just went through.

Though in the end, she simply cached on before allowing herself to be standing right behind the princess’s seat with her tail still tucked in between her legs.

I guess I managed to activate something within her, but then again it’s none of my concern and certainly none of my needed interest as well. I have made it clear numerous times that I am not interested in a harem.

Though besides that, I still have a couple of questions to ask her later.

But that obviously has to wait, as Palmy here was ready to finally reveal her part of the meetings reason, besides gifting me a changeling mare who is either secretly a horny bitch, or a virgin who doesn’t know any better. Judging by her previous reaction.

“Anyway, Princess, the reports?” Susi questioned, basically doing my job for me…which is exactly for what I am paying her to do.

Yes, I am paying everyone apparently. I know, even I haven’t been aware of that. But apparently, someone within the finance division does all the taxes and arranging all the payments for the guards and palace stuff respectively.

Who that individual is, I don’t know, but what I do know is that this mare or stallion truly deserves a raise for his or her outstanding work in basically doing my work and giving me even more free time then I already have to fuck about and make everyone around me frustrated by my lack of focus and or seriousness.

A troll is never satisfied.

“Oh yes, the reports. Almost forgot about those.” She sheepishly replied before swiftly collecting her thoughts. Only for Shimmer to tap her on the shoulder, which in turn caused her to realize something.

“Oh yes…uh, she actually holds all of the information you need while also being able to explain it better than I could in the first place. I mean, she was the one who told me the news in the first place, but…uhm…” She swiftly added, before just trailing off once more and forcing herself to shut her mouth.

Guess my overall chaotic influence has reached her too. Good, because if she really wants to merge our two nation together then she better starts getting use to my overall antic, unorthodox ways and general randomness that I am famed for.

I want a working kingdom sure, but I also want those occupying my court to know how to have a good time and chillaxing when the opportunity presents itself.

An empire run by Jamaican weed smoking hippies is my kind of an empire. Everything will be so relaxed and far less stressful. Also cheese for everyone.

Anyway, Shimmer eventually pulled out a large scroll from under her cloak and handed it to me. I of course took it, opened it, and frowned, much to the changeling’s confusion before handing it back to her to increase that confusion.

“Can’t read this shit.” I simply replied.

This caused Shimmers brain to crank up a sense of realization before she blushed.

“Well…uhm anyway. I have personally written down everything noteworthy onto this scroll, both the events and casualty numbers for the battle that took place down there. But to simply start with reports, the battle itself was a resounding success for two of your forces but not without having suffered some very heavy casualties thanks to the Obsidian guards magic that more or less managed to scourge a large number of them before the real engagement could start.” Shimmer read out, which in turned caused Susi to gasp.

“Magic? But…but their nethicide encrusted shields should have protected them form that. It has been demonstrated so far that these stone are capable of either negating magic or absorbing it outright. How could this be?” She shouted, basically openly asking the same question I was about to ask.

Well, a lot less loud of course.

Shimmer lowered her head. “Well, that’s just the thing…apparently to the survivors account the crystal DID do they jobs. Which is why so many were able to get through the assault unscathed in the first place, even though many of them immediately perished as well at the same time.” She replied, frowning in sadness before lifting her head once again.

“Apparently, these magic negating crystals have their limits. Even more evident when it was reported that every Obsidian guard present at the battle combined their spell for one devastating strike. I mean…here, see for yourself…”She added, before shoving her hoof back into her mantle and re-emerging it again with a de-colored and heavily cracked nethicide crystal resting on its surface.

Again Susi gasped and I was even more intrigued then I was before. Apparently she was right and the crystals really head their upper limits in just how much magic they can actively absorbed at any giving time.

Both bad and good to know at the same time.

“Well, this certainly changes the playing field.” I commented, before taking the cracked crystal into my hand and expecting it closer. Penelope of course trying to reach it with her stubby little claws which I of course, denied her from.

“Not this one Penelo. This one is filled with bad changeling magic. But don’t worry, I will get you some gems to snack on later. After this meeting that is, so you better behave, and stop trying to get me topless with your constant chewing. We have ladies present here.” I told her, which made her go “gaga” as a response before clapping her claws.

I smiled, which was sadly immediately halted by reality.

“We certainly need to tell this to both the Captain and the Royal Smith as well. This needs to be made common knowledge to prevent such discoveries from ever happening again.” Susi suggested, which I could only nod too.

“One at a time Susi, let’s not overstretch ourselves.” I answered before placing the broken gem onto the table before looking back at the changeling mare in front of me.

“Anything else?” I questioned which in turn made her nod.

“Well yes. For starters, the rest of your forces alongside their changeling allies have started to peruse the retreating enemies to keep on the pressure apparently.” She replied before switching to another section of the scroll and stopping there. “Furthermore, I was also given a mental account on the status of the group which is tasked in penetrating the hive city itself. According to Farries, he and the rest actually made it to the hidden entrance at an abandoned section of the city after this mental message was sent towards me. They might already be inside as we speak, doing the thing that they are supposed to do.” She added forcing me to raise an eyebrow.

“Wait, so you don’t personally know exactly what they are doing down there? Like, what their actual operation is?” I questioned, obviously taking note the lack of detail on the last part.

She shook her head. “Sadly no, and probably for a good reason too. Might run the risk of a few loyalist nearby to listen in to our brief mental link and learn all of the details. Even worst, the queen herself might actually be able to pick it as well. When it comes to creating or listening into mental links, a queen is more a less a master in those arts. If she bothers to, that is.” She added, which does kinda sound plausible and a very good reason as to why she wasn’t given any detail information about their status.

“Well, better than nothing I guess,” Susi commented, once again much to my behalf and satisfaction.

“That is all, or rather the onesthat are of the most interest that is” She replied before rolling up the scroll.

“Actually, might I have the scroll please? The language itself might be foreign to us, but it still pays greatly to have a physical, written document and account. Both for study and the sake of storing history for future generations.” Susi kindly requested while holding out a hoof.

Shimmer nods before handing her the scroll. “Well yes of course. I was planning on giving this scroll to his imperial highness anyway. Until he…”She looked back at me with a sheepish smile. “…gave it back to me for not being able to read it…I am saying this with the utmost respect of course.” Added, making me wave my hands at her to assure her that everything was fine.

Seriously, I had WAY worst, and incredibly salty insults thrown at me than this.

This, this is basically comparable to a random comment someone makes on a casual and almost daily basis in comparison to the downright uncivil, bigot, and heretic driven words or sentences I have been offered over my lifetime.

Anyone who has played any competitive online multiplayer game will know what I am talking about. Sentences and world combination which can only be find in these online communities and seriously no place else.

The wonderful wonders of the internet, and it’s also quite amazing just how creative some of these peoples can get when their jimmies have been seriously rustled beyond ironing.

No amount of ironing is going to get these fold out, even with the use of a hydraulic press. Which I am sure is going to break sooner before any of these uneven surfaces will ever do.

I am just getting off the rails again aren’t I?

Either way, Susi smiled thankfully towards the little changeling next to me while holding the scroll on her hoof.

She gave the piece of scribble note a few more educated looks before suddenly jumping off her over designed cushion chair and trotting off with it. Looking over her shoulder towards me as she did so.

“It would be wise to transfer this over to Akunezzar for study and safekeeping before handing its information to both the Captain and the Smith about this very important, and sadly uncalled for discovery. Are you coming as well your highness?” She stated, before stopping in front of the door and looking at me patiently.

I waved her off. “No, no. No need for that. I mean, what the hell could I possible add to this conversation without mindlessly adding some useless filler into it which of course would just derail the conversation from the actual problem. You will be better off without me Susi. Just make sure to tell Aku that I would like to see him in either big couch room or in my private chambers so that we can officially start the conversation about expanding the city beyond its current walls. Preferably with some actual architects and engineers present so that I can kill two birds with one stone. I always hated having to repeat myself in a conversation. Reminiscent to my grandpa’s terrible hearing during my younger days, and just how many times I had to repeat myself for him in a casual conversation. That, or I was talking quietly to him on purpose, which might have sabotaged my own efforts.” I responded, or rather rambled. Getting my point of pointless filler across and giving me a little flashback of my childhood days which were just maniacally seizure inducing colors as the life I am living right about now.

Susi on the other hand just nods her head awkwardly at my long and drawn out splash of verbal gas. “Well…ok. I shall give him the massage then when I meet him at the council.” She responded before cantering her ass off to the same place she just mentioned.

How to exactly get to said place from here by myself is a mystery in itself entirely. All I know is that it is located somewhere the east side of the compound without having to worry about path findings.

It doesn’t matter just how long I will spend my time here inside this over justified bragging right of an estate, I am sure I will always have problems navigating this large piece of shit of an strategically designed maze no matter how much I try.

This place needs a GPS, or at the very least a guide…which I basically have one waiting at each corner, though the problems with that is I never really managed to realize it before it’s too late to do so. Plus, I like adventuring, and what better way to pretend to be Indiana Jones then to just aimlessly wander through the old palace halls and to see where exactly these corridors will lead me too.

I mean who knows, maybe Atlantis was destined to be undiscoverable back in my world at the first place, and because it somehow got its ass zapped over here in the same way I got beamed down on this planet. By some random dude existing his home through the back door and taking a whole civilization along with it. An idea which could easy be…

“Is…is his majesty alright? Is he always doing this Princess?” I heard Shimmer say while a hoof was waving in and out of existence in front of me.

Penelope actually trying to catch it with her claws but failing miserably of course.

“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. I haven’t know him that long to be absolutely sure anyway.” I heard Palmiry respond, which in turn forced me back into the realms of reality proper and out of my never-ending flaw of internal monologue.

I should seriously start writing a book about this. But the fact that I know have to use a simple scroll and an ink tipped feather to do it is really just killing my mood in actually doing so.

I miss my keyboard. So much shit posting was done with that which I can’t even actively count on my finger…because duh, I have only ten of them.

Either way, as I said, I returned myself to the realms of the living to address these two worrisome fillies and they needs to be relevant for this story.

I suddenly smiled and raised a finger in a very quick succession. Which of course surprised both mares next to me in just how sudden and forced it actually was.

“Well, actually, yes, yes this IS pretty a normal thing for me. Just thought to finally let you all in on that. Especially if you-”I pointed at Shimmer respectively, “-want to be my personal humming bird from this day forth. Because someone like you needs to casually understand my unorthodox and crazy orders to complete them to the letter…or not complete them to the letter, because keeping the enemy guessing my intentions is another way to do your job for me. Deception is half the war after all, and I am a dedicated expert on that.” I replied, going off the rail again like how I always do just for the shits and giggles and wasting everyone’s most valuable and un-reversible commodity.

Time. Because I am an A grade troll.

“Well uhm…ok. I guess I should personally make my way over to the council chamber as well to educate myself a bit on the politics of your nation, your highness. If you will excuse me, I shall meet with you again at a later date.” Susi obviously excused herself in a very guessable and obvious way that you could cut the obviousness with a knife and marvel at the fact that you could actually do it.

This pretty much left me with Shimmer, and a very babbling, friendly infant on my arm that just loves to eat everything I like to wear.

Speaking of Shimmer, now that she has basically dedicated herself towards my services and little interview and tour through her new work environment is in order.

That, and just how far I can mentally push her before reaching her breaking point.

I grinned down towards her which she quickly noticed. “Tell me, how old are you really?” I started, which in turn made her ears go limp against her skull.

I think she knows what is about to happen to her. Well good for her at least that means that she is capable of learning fast. Which is more or less needed for someone who is going to be working as my personal informant.

Let’s see how green a changeling can get around their cheeks…and wherever else.