Going from Gray to Golden
#25 of Robbin Red
Never a dull moment.
The
next day dawned with the couple in bed, the covers on the floor, and she having
a new form. The little gray koala had been her choice, but this one was not. It
was one of those times when her changes proved to be inconvenient. She was
still gray, but hardly fuzzy. She was now a porpoise and none too happy with
it. "This is one reason I like having your magic. I guess I'll spend the day in
the ocean. Care to join me?"
He ran
his fingers along her smooth rubbery flesh. "Maybe. I think, however, that I
had better act like the mayor for a while, and maybe drop in on Huntchy. I'm
certain I can find you as long as you don't wander too far from the harbor."
She nuzzled him lovingly, and with a flash, was gone. He lay there thinking for
a moment or two.
He had
tried his best to die. It was too bad he would never see Alma again. He didn't
hate her; not for doing what she thought was right. But she got to eventually die,
leaving him to linger in a half dead state for centuries of real time. Jon-Tom
the zombie. That was essentially what he was when they had found him. He could
hardly imagine some archeologist stumbling upon his tomb only to find a still
living corpse body inside. Then he chuckled aloud. Maybe the girls shouldn't
have rescued him. He had started the Red Riding Hood legend, and the werewolf
legend, and now the Arthurian legend. Why not the curse of the mummy!
So,
failing in that, that left him as to what to do with his remaining life. His
desire to do good remained, but he had so much unfinished business across the
temporal expanse it was hard to find closure without knowing what life would be
like for these lovers should he never reappear. Eve seemed to believe that
everything would work out. But how much time would it take? He felt like; how
was it? He read it once; like too little butter spread over too much toast.
Thin and worn. Of course, that was just a fictional character. But the two of
them shared some commonalities.
He
steeled himself for his mayoral duties, though he had no idea what they might
be today. Sybeele seemed to handle a lot of it all by herself. He dressed in
his normal attire and accessories save one thing. He had laid claim to the
sword, the one to be known later on his home planet as Excalibur. He was glad
they had saved it. It was one of the few things he had done as of late that
gave him a sense of accomplishment. He had admired other's work in metal craft,
but now he had an object of beauty he could be proud of. The magic part of it
hardly mattered. He was back up to snuff as far as that was concerned.
The
sword was fairly hidden amongst the folds of his cape. He doubted many would
notice it right away, if at all. He drew in a deep breath and stepped out into
the sunshine. He nearly collided with old Phoutag of the Mechanics Guild. "My
pardon, Lord Mayor! I was hoping to catch you home. It is my understanding that
you have been busy, and I do hate to bother you with trivial matters."
Jon-Tom
looked down kindly on the old badger. "If a guild master has a question, it can
hardly be trivial. What can I do for you?"
The
badger looked embarrassed. "It has come to my notice that you and your wife
seem to be much more than you let on about. There is always talk of magic when
people refer to you. Therefore, if I can be blunt, there are several projects
the guild is engaged in that are faltering. I was wondering if you would endeavor
to assist us with finishing them."
The
tall human's face soured just a little. "I see. I'm always a sucker for helping
people, but what does this have to do with me? If I help you, who's to say
someone else won't come along and ask me for a favor. Pretty soon none of you
will know how to deal with your problems and I'll be gone. I use my power at my
discretion. Even then, things can go awry. I'd suggest you stick to doing
things as you always have done and pass that information along to your
students. I sympathize, but that doesn't mean I'm going to interfere outside of
the expectations of my job."
The
badger scratched his head a little. "You make a good point. Still, I felt I had
to ask. You can't blame me for investigating any possible resource to exploit
for my needs."
The
human cracked a grin. "No, I don't blame you. I admire you for having the
courage to ask. Now, if you don't mind, I have to make a house call." With that
he strode off towards Huntchy's. On the way, he paid attention to the various
shops strung along his way. One in particular seemed to carry a dizzying array
of goods. The sign above the door said Qurlis, Vawret and Cupperiff. He decided
to do some shopping.
It
wasn't as if he couldn't spell something into existence. It was that he liked
the sensation of doing something normal. He had bought a small silver trinket
when he first came here, a piece made by one of his wife's classmates. It was
nice to look at and know someone else made it.
The
moment he walked through the door, he was greeted by a flurry of clerks. "Good
Morrow sir! How might I help you today?" cried one. "See here sir, we have the
finest silks in from across the sea! Aren't they lovely?" called another. He
held back a smile lest they think he was mocking them. However, their eagerness
was mildly amusing.
Then
they scattered like the wind. The newcomer, a pika, carried an air of
authority. "Good day Lord Mayor. I am Qurlis. How my we help you today?"
"I
don't really know. I'm mostly here to look. I've been having some rather
interesting experiences in my job so that I've not had time to properly
investigate my new town. And now that I think of it, I suppose I should get a mating
present for a friend."
Qurlis
smiled at this news. "Why, that's wonderful. We have many items that are
suitable as such gifts. Of what species is the lucky pair?"
"Equine."
"Good,
good! We have some wonderful pieces just for the equine form, from blankets to
personalized shoes. All made locally of course. Who is the lucky couple?"
Jon-Tom
was looking around and answered rather absently. "Trio. There will three
getting hitched, so to speak."
The
pika paused. "I hope the Lord Mayor isn't playing a trick on me. No one can
have more than one wife."
Jon-Tom
turned his gaze upon Qurlis. "Really? That's news to me on two fronts. The
first; I have more wives than you'd ever want to think about. Secondly, as
mayor, it's my job to know all of the laws that govern this region. I'll have
you know there is no law on the books against a multiple marriage."
The
pika's eyes narrowed. "Certainly you jest sir. The old mayor was quite adamant
about such things. He said it was monogamy or else the wrath of the gods would
rain upon us."
The
tall human shook with laughter. "Gods? No, no
gods. Just one goddess. And I'm sure she won't mind"
"Goddess?
As in the old stories? Let's say I believe you sir, no disrespect intended, but
why wouldn't she mind?"
Jon-Tom
sniffed diffidently. "Because she happens to be one of my wives little one. So
you can take it from me, she won't mind. Some creatures after all have more
love to share than others. Huntchy is right up there."
"Huntchy
sir! But he was in love with twins... And one of them is male!"
"Yes,
his is and one of them is male. For your information, the only law on the books
about marriage pertains to who can perform the ceremony. And for horses, they
don't get married, they bond. I know, for I was once paired with a lovely
little mare."
The
pika fell to the floor in a dizzy heap. "I'd never call you a liar sir, but
what you tell me is too much. Are you saying you would be willing to perform an
officially sanctioned pairing between two males?"
"Or two
females. I grew up far differently, mind you. But something dawned on me a long
time ago. If a male and a female of two different species can get married here,
with no chance of producing children, then why not two of the same sex and the
same species? Or a different species? It boils down to the same thing."
"Yes
sir, yes it does. I don't disagree with you sir. Vawret and Cupperiff! Front
and center you partners of mine. We have the Lord Mayor here, and he needs to
be shown the royal treatment!"
Vawret
and Cupperiff were rodents as well; respectively an agouti and a pacarana.
"Good day sir", they chirped in unison, "how can we help you!" The pika shushed
them. "The Lord Mayor will from this day forward have free pick of anything
from the store. I hope you will honor my decision because the His Lordship will
be granting marriages to same sex couples...or trios." He spoke his words quietly
and with reverence. The other two gaped at him and then to the human.
"Is
this correct sir? Would you really do this for us?
He
smiled. "I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing my job. And there is nothing in my
job, or any law on the books which prohibit same sex marriages, or bondings, or
whatever term your species uses. As long as you apply for a license like anyone
else does, I'll deny no one. Period."
Jon-Tom
had seen a lot of things in his life, but he was rather convinced the three
were going to get it on right there on the salesroom floor. They barely
restrained themselves. In the end, they regained their composure long enough to
thank him profusely. Then they grabbed
the original clerks, told them to agree with anything the Lord Mayor said, and
left for their private apartments above the store. Jon-Tom made a few
selections and ordered the items to be delivered as soon as possible. But,
despite their protests, he paid in full. On his way out, he glanced at the
receipt. He grinned uncontrollably at the logo, a large Q-V-C.
He
arrived at Huntchy's house in a few minutes time. He paused outside the doors
leading to the chamber he had occupied a few times already. He had to gear up
his mind to grapple with the fact that as far as anyone here was concerned, he
had never been gone. It was hard to tackle the concept when in reality he was
gone for...well; a life and a death. He drew in a breath, held it and then let it
out. He allowed his knuckles to rap sharply against the door.
It took
a moment before he heard a response. He recognized the voice. "Who's there?"
The second and third voices, while sotto voce, came through clearly. Both
sounded joyful, and somewhat exhausted. "Yes, who's there?"
"Oh, no
one in particular. Just the one person who can see fit to join you happy lot in
the bonds of togetherness."
"Jon-Tom!"
Huntchy carefully opened the door. The human's eyes went up and down the figure
in the doorway. A quick inspection found him to be sweaty, and sporting a semi
hard-on. Jon-Tom knew that feeling. He hated to be interrupted during his fun
time.
"Sorry
about intruding on your reunion. I take it things are going well?" It was an
unneeded question.
Before
he could answer, two heads poked through the doorway. Both were nearly
identical. The most striking thing about them was their golden color; not like
a metal ring or a necklace, but a pale, straw colored gold. They were gorgeous!
It was like looking at horse perfection. That was quite an assessment coming
from someone who had been; and done, a few unicorns in his day. Technically,
yesterday. But this color was so unique and lovely it nearly made him cry at
the beauty of it. He was actually at a loss for words.
The
door pushed open wider. The golden head on the right spoke. It was definitely a
female voice. "Your friend seems rather stricken with something. Awe perhaps?
Or envy?" Then she giggled. The other hushed her. "Kato. Don't be rude! This
human has likely never had the chance to understand the joys of being equine.
And it's a well established fact that we are the best looking for leagues in
every direction."
"Kalos,
don't you mean erection?"
"Shut
up sister! Just because we've got our big hunk of lover back after all this
time doesn't give you the right to be flippant." He turned to the human. "You'll
have to forgive our excitability. We never thought we'd get back our wonderful
mentor. But now he says you will allow us to be paired, or tripled, if that's
the correct term. We can't thank you enough!"
Kato pushed
back into the conversation. "Yes,
thanks you so much. But I believe my brother is wrong. I think we could thank
you sufficiently if you have the time!"
"Whoa,
whoa, whoa!" the tall human cried out. "I only came by to see how you were
doing. I didn't come over to join in where I'm not wanted!"
Huntchy
got a goofy grin on his face. "You're always wanted in my house my friend. You'll
have to excuse my loves. They are full of energy and joy. It becomes quite
contagious. Please come in and we'll do our best to behave properly while you
visit. And where is Alma?"
Jon-Tom
stepped past the three equines. His nose filled with the smell of their recent
activities. The unicorn part of him nearly went berserk. His body shuddered as he fought down the need
to breed. He already had a night full of fun, and his wife was in the bay
frolicking in the waves. He had no need for a fling at this moment.
"Alma
has departed to a far region. Let me just say that she and I had a wonderful
time, but that our time together nearly was the death of me. She was
exceptional right to the finish. Outside of that, I will say no more."
Kato
was wide-eyed. "You made love to a unicorn? Huntchy told us about her. We had
so hoped to meet her when we got here. This news is a disappointment."
Jon-Tom
sucked in a breath. He really didn't want to have to explain what had happened.
Huntchy saved him from that necessity. "My dear little filly; don't you think
it's impolite to intrude on another's personal business?"
"Yes, I
suppose so. But she sounded so intriguing. Of course, so does your friend here."
Looking at him right in the eye, she asked, "My lover here says that you claim
to have unicorn blood yourself. If this is true, how is this possible?"
Jon-Tom
had an internal, mental fight with himself over this. Telling wasn't the same
as showing. His decision was a poor one, maybe due to all of the pheromones in
the room. He couldn't say after the fact. He stripped off his clothing and in
one sudden convulsive transformation he stood there in their midst, a fully
fledged, midnight-black unicorn. It was a mistake. His horse nose filled with
the smells of the room. He now had to fight this form before it acted improprietously.
His mind was trying to reign in a dappled cock that suddenly had a mind of its
own.
The
other three equines in the room stared in disbelief. Huntchy had been willing
to accept his friend's account as bragging, or wishful thinking. There was
apparently so much more to him that he had first perceived. The twins stood
there, jaws slack, tongues hanging out. Huntchy was disgusted by their blatant
display until he realized that he too was standing there like a love struck
school girl.