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No, let’s take that further. Because bulls really aren’t the biggest animal out there, are they?

ELEPHANTSHIT.

Titanosaur patagotitan mayorumshit, even.

You know that feeling when you’re having a lovely time with your mate, playing a naughty little game of find-the-dick in the dark, and then the next moment you’re turned into a literal cloud for unicorns to trample on?

Do you know what else they do on clouds?

They pee on them. Fart on them. Generally, disregard them completely.

Sometimes, they even hold romantic tableaus for said mate where she proceeds to get railed on them, without ever knowing the fluff that she’s all up in is actually one of the loves of her life.

Look. I get it. The goddess here is a bit pissed about with how things are working out in her realm, but I feel as if kidnapping and transforming us was a bit extreme.

You know how much it sucks to not be able to get a cloud boner when your mate is literally getting railed on top of you? Ugh, my life sucks.

The only consolation I have at all here is that the rest of my brother mates are likely also clouds, too. I can’t sense them at all, but I have to assume.

Is this what Rush felt like when he was a pine tree? Will I even be sane if I’m rescued? How do you rescue a cloud, per se?

I can feel Delaney through our bond still, likely because this goddess can’t write over the other goddess’ magic, so I can feel how distraught she is, even if she’s being fucked to within an inch of her life by what sounds like a monster cock. It’s called compartmentalizing, alright? I know she loves me, that she’s worried sick, even if she’s gushing fluids all over me.

Man, this sucks.

I wasn’t given any sort of instructions or anything, just whisked away and aerated and vaporized and stretched and expected to sit here all happy-like while I’m used so crudely.

Oh. Can I just clarify that the peeing and farting happened prior to my mate showing up? An errant unicorn happened to fly by, choosing me as their glorified latrine before going on their merry little fuckin’ way. Thank the goddess clouds have self-regulating water purification, am I right?

Can’t exactly stain a cloud.

You can, however, hurt their feelings.

Now Delaney’s having a heart to heart next to me with what I just know is a unicorn. How does she not notice who I am? I thought she’d know me no matter what.

We’ll have to work on that somehow.

And now they’re walking away, on a mission to find me and her other mates. I can’t even scream to tell her I’m here. Can’t whisper sweet nothings or grab that very spankable ass.

Fuck me.

I guess I’m stuck here for a bit.

You think she’d be into role playing later when we’re out of this mess? I feel like a cloud could be kind of kinky.

Chapter Sixteen

A dark and mysterious source that might not be all that important at all

“You said this would ruin her! You swore linking her to your dying realm would change everything.Youlied.”

I cannot see my reluctant co-conspirator behind the privacy screen, and I really wish I didn't have to keep it that way. If the sun and moon are toxic to me, then the goddess of Glittertopia would reduce me to convulsions and a puddle of goo much faster than I'm comfortable with sharing.

“I did not lie. I told you there was a chance it wouldn't work like we hoped it would. There's a difference between the two. She must have found a loophole.”

I canfeelthe smugness in her voice. I think I've been played. “This was your intention all along,” I accuse.

“What's it to you anyway? Why are you so intent on ruining my champion?”

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