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"Come with me." we're gonna kiss in the storeroom
Kinda rushed draw of Jack and Maria's marriage, based on "the unequal marriage"
[This is a lovely gift from the magnificent @dejyn. The first of I hope many more interactions between our Puss in Boots: The Last Wish OCs. (I'd love to join in more with the community)]
{But now for something completely different...A narrative story.}
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Melody had been working harder lately, catching the attention of a certain shadow. For all the fear and intimidation she holds over the rest of the staff, Little Lynn respects those who show real dedication. She sees the lass putting in effort where others coast, and it sparks a budding camaraderie. Melody wants to be better, to learn new skills and maintain usefulness. So, who better to help train her than the one who whips the guards into shape and brings beasts to their knees? Melody expects the harshness she's witnessed being dealt to others. What she gets is different. Little Lynn sees potential in the woman and admires her efforts, so she gets a feeling for how to handle the little flower to get her to bloom.
While weapons training is on hold for now, Melody's recent progress has earned her a reward. Little Lynn pulls her aside for a night ride, a mix of learning the border lands and the relaxing nature of riding a proper steed.
"And you're sure this is fine?"
The worry in Melody's question is met with a chuckle from Lynsie.
"Calm yourself. Master Jack knows. And if he's going to chew someone out, it'll be me. Besides...You'll like this."
This raised some interest, but it wasn't spoken. As they ventured beyond the city grounds and into the wild of the open, it only vaguely registered how late it was. Was this really a good time to be riding?
"Melody, dear. Do you trust me?"
Not exactly a question one wants to hear while being guided out at night away from others.
"Yes."
"Good. Because this is something I don't show others."
The brunette points to a space between trees off the path.
"I want you to follow me through there."
"But there's no path there."
"No. But that's a good thing."
"It is?"
"You'll see. This is worth it."
With a light tug of the reins, the black unicorn darts off.
"Come along, Melody!"
Not given much time to question and not wanting to be left alone, Melody hurries her anxious mount to follow. Galloping close behind, the night makes the trees and every random sound more eerie than they are; from the nightmarish branches looking like hungry claws about to snatch at them, to the ghostly hoots and howls that echo all around them. The fear comes to a head when Lynsie disappears into some ample vegetation and makes a sharp whistle that makes Melody's unicorn slow down. Sensing there's a reason, Meldoy doesn't force the creature to resume speed and allows it to gradually trot beyond the vegetation where Lynsie is waiting.
"Good. Glad to see you did join me."
"If I'm honest with you, I wasn't sure about doing so."
"I know. But I also know you're braver than you let on. I wouldn't push you into something I didn't think you were ready for."
A smile comes to the azure-haired woman, the praise almost distracting from the scene happening in the distance before them. Some ways away yet within full view, there's a glen. And in that glen is what appears to be a small family of white horses playing in fireflies, a clear leading male and mare along with a pair of foals. Yet even in the dim lighting, it's clear they aren't normal horses. The animal's body is cloud white, but the head is purple, with glowing blue eyes, and a long and twisted horn on its forehead is white at the beginning, black in the middle, and red at the end.
"What are they?"
"Those are Oricuerno. They are native to this land, you can think of them as Spain's version of these lovelies."
Lynsie pets her Unicorn, making the dark stallion nicker.
"They also differ from our Unicorns in that they have the legs of a fallow deer and the tail of a lion. And by their hooves, they have these tiny pairs of wings."
"They can fly?"
"No. From what I've seen, the wings help make them swifter and may increase their jump by some, but they do not provide any flight."
A thought comes to Melody, and an undeniable question follows it.
"Does Jack know of them?"
Lynsie's response is merely putting a finger to her lips. A surprising thing from her, implying she's withholding information.
"Master Jack knows of them, but they avoid his attempts at capture. I found this family while border patrolling, and it occurred to me...The stables are mighty full as is. Maybe one day, I'll surprise him with a little colt. But for now...I believe everyone is fine as is. Don't you think?"
Melody looks at her and then at their Unicorns. Their steeds have had their horns cut at such a young age and made into simple riding mounts. Their magical identity was removed, and their freedom was lost. Her gaze then shifts to the Oricuerno, seeing them happy and wild.
"Yeah. ...Everyone is fine as is."
Lynsie gives a knowing smirk.
"Yeah. It is."
Piggy J Horner
Collab with the pookie @dejyn 💕💕💕
BONUS n CW non sexual anatomy
Piggy's anatomy
Cheeks!
Plot artworks:❌
Dumb memes:✅
I had a dream that Puss and Kitty had a child. She was Death's apprentice or something like that
I named her Micaella (Mica)
My Puss in Boots: The Last Wish OC! - Dasha! The granddaughter of Baba Jaga. Featuring her pet toad, Grzyb! (mushroom).
I drew this a few months ago, a proper drawing of Dasha will be coming soon
"You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe."