The True Endgame

“Bet you didn’t think we’d catch up!” Fenrir shouts over to Tabitha and Cassiel.

While Cassiel does love her boyfriend, she doesn’t want to lose this race to him and summons whatever strength she has left to push the wagon with all of her force!

“That’s the spirit!” Tabitha tells her, taking one hand off of the handlebar to give Cassiel an encouraging smack on her back.

The wagon doesn’t slow down even when Tabitha is only using a single hand. She can’t even use all of her strength or else Cassiel would never be able to keep up.

Cassiel realizes that and gets a depressed, ghostly look on her face. She’s trying so absolutely hard and yet she’s still holding Tabitha back.

“Bring it on, dog boy!” Tabitha shouts over to Fenrir.

“I – hey! What’s that sound?!” Fenrir shouts back.

Tabitha and Fenrir both try to look behind their wagons to the source of the sound.

It sounds like a jet is flying their way and growing louder by the second. They can even see smoke rising into the air, and… is that – is that the third wagon?

Fenrir and Tabitha only get to see the scene for a second before the wagon flies past them.

Oleander and Corwin are splayed across the front of the wagon with their backs to it, their mouths open as they scream for mercy and their eyes full of fear.

The other two wagon crews could have sworn they heard maniacal laughter as the wagon flew by them, but they can’t actually see Azalabulia as she’s inside of the wagon.

Both Fenrir’s and Tabitha’s wagons almost flip onto their sides from the force of Azalabulia’s flying between theirs.

The two look ahead with shocked eyes at what just flew past them. Neither of them expected the third wagon to not only pass them up, but to pass them up in such a violent method.

Then they get to watch as the wagon crashes into a slight hill, sends its logs flying in every direction, and breaks into dozens of pieces of debris.

The remaining crews rush up to the crash site to check on everybody. The race is over now that there might be serious injuries.

Fortunately, when they arrive at the scene, everybody looks more or less fine. Oleander and Corwin are lying on their backs, holding hands, as stars twirl around inside of their eyes. The hair atop both of their heads has been blown back and the noises coming from their mouths are nothing but incomprehensible mumbles.

Then there is Azalabulia. She is upside down, with her legs over her head, half curled into a ball and leaning against one of the wagon’s broken wheels, with a stupid, giddy smile on her face. Her eyes are spinning almost as much as Oleander’s and Corwin’s are. Though, while those two looked traumatized, Azalabulia just looks happy.

“Ya know I’m going to smack that smile off of your face with my hammer, right?” Tabitha asks her.

“Ehehe… ex-exploooosion!” Azalabulia mumbles and giggles.

“You’re supposed to blow up innocent castles, not wagons transporting things we need,” Fenrir tells her.

“Hang on a sec,” Tabitha says. “If she can do magic like that… we might be able to make a spaceship.”

“You know, people tell me that I have some crazy ideas, but at least I don’t want to try and fly into space via magic.”

“It’d work, wouldn’t it?”

“We’re not going to find out.”

“Yes we are.”

Instead of bothering arguing with Tabitha, Fenrir looks over at Cassiel as she helps up Corwin and Oleander. Neither of them can stand straight after being helped up, instead wobbling around before falling right back down.

“We’re gonna have to overload our wagons,” Tabitha says. “Should be able to handle the extra weight as long as these fools help push.” She looks down at Azalabulia. “And no pushin’ with magic this time.”

“What if – what if I aim us at space?” Azalabulia asks.

Fenrir doesn’t like how tempted Tabitha looks. “No,” he says.

“Oi, ya want a tower, don’t ya?” Tabitha asks Azalabulia.

Azalabulia excitedly nods her head but, given the position that she’s in, ends up smacking the back of it against the ground.

“What if we make it a giant rocket?” Tabitha asks.

“Then my tower can impose darkness on the moon!” Azalabulia says, nodding her head again resulting in it smacking against the ground once more.

“We’re not going to get anything built if we can’t get supplies back to The Shoebill,” Fenrir says.

“The dog has got a point,” Tabitha says with a sigh. “Come on, you incompetent explosion girl.” She holds her hand down to Azalabulia to help her up.

Azalabulia reaches her hand up to accept Tabitha’s help, and that’s when one of her breasts pops out from her dress.

Fenrir, being well aware of how this works, spins around before either of the girls can look at him to see if he saw or not.

“I saw nothing,” he says, giving away the fact that he did indeed see something.

Tabitha’s hammer comes crashing into his bottom and sends him flying a dozen feet away from the unexpected blow.

“Perverted dog,” Tabitha says as Fenrir rubs his behind away from them.

“Is – isn’t it… isn’t it kind of my fault?” Azalabulia asks Tabitha.

“It is, but he’s still a pervert, and I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“You’ve always wanted to hit him?”

“Yep!”

“Why?”

“Why not? Sometimes I just look at somebody and I think, ‘Tabitha, how far do ya think you could send ‘em flyin’?’ That wasn’t even with all my strength!”

“Is that… is that a common thought for you?”

“Not too common. Probably only pops into my head a few times a day at most. By the way, your boob is still out. Hurry up and fix that before that pervert sees again.”

Meanwhile, Cassiel is crouched down between Oleander and Corwin with her hands on each of their chests to heal them simultaneously.

“How’re you feeling now?” she asks them.

“It’s – it’s a good thing that you don’t need the bathroom in this game,” Oleander says. “Anything in me would have been scared out.”

“I have never felt so afraid for my own life before,” Corwin says. “I truly believed that I was going to die as we approached the hill. And since the beginning of our flight.”

“It was like a broken rollercoaster ride that got super boosted and then flew off the tracks. You – you know you’re going to eventually crash, but have no idea how bad it’ll be…”

“The giggling… she was laughing behind us the entire time. She was like a mad demon delighting in our suffering.”

“Cor, we need to fuck once we’re done here. I have no idea when might be the last time we get to.”

“Agreed.”

Cassiel pats them both on top of their heads once she’s done healing them. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now,” she tells them.

Fenrir, still rubbing his ass from how sore it is now, makes his way back over to Tabitha and Azalabulia with the latter now standing up and without any wardrobe malfunctions.

“By the way,” he asks, “did you see Rock?”

Azalabulia is burning bright from the knowledge that he saw her exposed breast, but she nods her head and says through the embarrassment, “She was with us before we took off. I – I think we left her behind…”

Fenrir breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I doubt Rock would have been able to handle crashing into the ground at that speed. She might be made out of rock, but she’s pretty fragile. By the way… Tabs, you see where Shogun went?” he asks, looking around for the feathery fox. Alas, Shogun is nowhere to be seen.

That is, until he comes landing on the ground with Rock on his back.

Rock thanks him for the carry by licking his face and then looking around at the carnage. Azalabulia looks like a mess, Oleander and Corwin look like they’ve seen death and their clothes have gotten even more torn up than Azalabulia’s, and the third wagon has been broken into dozens of pieces scattered all over the area.

Of course, Rock stops caring as soon as she smells something interesting on the ground, causing her to roll around over the scent.

Shogun smells it as well and joins her in rolling around on their backs.

“Dogs are the best,” Fenrir says. “Seriously, they’re too cute.”

“W-woof?” Azalabulia says.

Fenrir turns around to look at her. “Did you just go ‘woof?’” he asks.

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she answers.

Cassiel, standing close enough now to have also heard Azalabulia’s woof, looks jealous. While she doesn’t mind flirting between her boyfriend and Azalabulia, she doesmind when somebody tries getting in on her secret fetish.

That is why Cassiel walks up to Fenrir, tugs down on his shirt to get him to bend over, and then whispers, “Woo-woof,” into his ear.

She’s not as quiet with her whispering as she thinks, though, causing Tabitha to say, “Y’all are a bunch of degenerates.”