Chapter 23

"What are we even doing here?" whined Hardcase to Steetch. "Stupid Quests, stupid contests, and we only have three condoms left." "It was your stupid idea to come here. I have been having fun, except for your complaining." savaged Steetch. "Just remember, when we get home, it will still be us, the same people, except you will be still 14, still have to go to school, and you won't be able to drink beer. Or screw around with me unless we are sneeky and do it in the secret fortress." "Oh, don't take her too seriously, Steetch. She is having her female time. Just love her up and ignore her griping." soothed Axorie. Hardcase sobbed in quiet despair, because Axorie was right, and because Hardcase was having a self-identity crisis. She was too kind-hearted to portray the tough girl for long. It really wasn't her, but if she couldn't be the smart one, then what else did she have? At least if they returned home, and she was going to school, she would regain her identity as the smart one, even if it was erroded by Axorie. It wasn't even Axorie who had taken her self-worth as the smart one here, since Axorie wasn't smart in this universe, or no smarter than any average genius. It was that stupid Scholar's Guild. Stupid dumb scholars and their stupid dumb books. She blubbered into her arm until she realized how rediculous she was being and started to giggle. Steetch wrapped her up in a giant hug, and squeezed her until sha had a hard time getting a breath, which just made her chuckle harder, blowing snot all over his shirt, which made her laugh louder, and so on. Steetch just held her until the waterworks were over. "I know," he said. "Only three rubbers left." Hardcase giggled, hiccoughed, and started crying again. "I'm sorry I am such a whiney bitch." she sobbed. Steetch sighed, and mentaly prepared himself to have to change his shirt later. There wasn't much anyone could say, they just had to wait it out.

The next morning they went to the newlyweds cottage. "Am I the only one who things this is a strange couple, or that it is wrong for these two to be married?" asked Freaky. "Probably" answered Axorie. "After all, your own girlfriend isn't even human, either." She giggled convincingly, and grabbed his ass playfully. Freaky rolled his eyes, but secretly he enjoyed her brazen ways, and knew that she knew it. They knocked on the door, and when the young man opened it, (His bride would have found it more difficult) he greeted them with resignation. "I suppose the Queen sent you to bring back her Mare." he uttered woefuly. "Not if she is happy with you." answered Hardcase. "Who, the Queen? I doubt she is happy with me." he replied. "The Queen sent us to make sure your new bride was happy" Hardcase clarified. "And she wants her bridle back." she concluded. Meanwhile, the new bride was subtly flirting with Patches, but not seriously, just to tease her new husband. "I am so happy with my mate!" she told Patches, in UASL, nervously accepting Mr. Bigfoots presence and not including nor excluding him from her comments. "He is such a take control kind of guy, and he waits on me head and hoof! I feel so loved." Hardcase picked up on the gist of her comments, aware that the mare was content. She told Axorie, who passed it on to Steetch and Freaky. The young groom seemed a bit more happy, but complained about the bridle, although he knew he was getting off lightly, probably because of the feelings Her Majesty had for his new bride. "That bridle would allow us to have children together. If the child wore the bridle after it was born, it could be either horse form or human. I know the bridle isn't mine, but it isn't of any use to the Queen either, as far as I know."