My good friend Wicky noticed my dearth of SFW pieces. So she drew us! What a fucking doll. So I wrote a story. Read it. Or don't. Who cares :^>

Izzik:  IzzyTheShizzy
Wicked:  wickedlewolf

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“Come on! Come on!” The viress had the lope by the wrist, they were darting through trees and underbrush, the light softly pulsing from her horns keeping Izzik’s focus on the fae pulling him through the shadows. He was certain at least once or twice he was pulled into her own shadow realm, which filled him with no small measure of unease. He touched a finger to his brand, a stark reminder of what it was like for mortals who dared dance with the gods. He shook the thought from his head just as his full rack of antlers pierced something hanging from the bough of a nearby tree. Reaching up, he plucked what appeared to be a bright orange flyer from his antlers as they dashed between a narrow passage of trees.

Eyes flickering from paper to his surroundings so the nearly eight foot hybrid wouldn’t lop his own head off and become the Headless Hoesman. Bad joke. Yes. Deal with it. The paper was bright orange, glowing even brighter due to the various iridescent markings covering both the lope and the viress. In gigantic bold letters it read “NO TRESSPASSING. ALL VIOLATORS WILL BE SHOT.” He rolled his eyes, crumpling the paper with a single hand and tossing it behind him unceremoniously, leaving it in the dust as he overtook Wicky with long, sure strides.

“No you come on you damn hippie!” He shouted in what could only be heard as an aggressively teasing tone. He wanted to simultaneously strangle and hug her, as he hadn’t felt quite so alive in a long, long time. Breaking through some underbrush, they came across a large clearing with a hill, the fireflies were out, the sky was a brilliant confluence of the shimmering white and blue stars mixed with inky black, deep indigos and vibrant amethysts. The sun was almost below the horizon, but not enough to make it impossible to see. A serene sight to be sure. He smiled as she bumped into his back, causing him to grunt and nearly topple forward. Her hand came up in a swift bap on the back of his head, only adding to his grumbling.

“What the hell was that for?” He asked her in a deep, aggressive tone, spinning on his heel and posturing to his full, imposing height. She stood with her hands akimbo, looking up at him with a similarly aggressive stance. She had her little dragonfly bag slung over her shoulder, across her partially shoulderless Pink Floyd shirt, and navy cargo shorts. He was simply clad in dark wash jeans, a forest green vest and his favorite flat top cap.

“Why’d you stop? We were almost there!” She huffed at him and crossed her arms over her bust, turning her head up, yet peeking out of the corner of her eye, carefully watching his stance and expressions. He grunted and pointed to a nearby tree with one of the flyers he had quite literally ran into on their way in.

“Because, dingdong, we’re trespassing. We could have gotten shot! There are TONS of smoke spots that don’t involve imminent danger to my beautiful ass.” It was her turn to roll her eyes as she sauntered past him, squeezing the aforementioned ass with a wink and a chuckle.

“Oooooh is the big bad boy scared of a little gunfire~?”
“Yes. Yes I am. And you should be, too. Psycho.” He grunted at the squeeze and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, walking along the plush, loamy grass and soil along the hilly expanse until they found a little divot that suited the two of them. He gestured there as if to say this was a good a spot as any, and she nodded, plopping quite literally where she stood down to splay her legs across in front of her. Her tail, an appendage that was bigger than her laid languidly along her legs and curled upwards towards the sky. He took his spot next to her, pressing the branded arm to hers, sitting half shoulder to shoulder and half back to back.

As the pair settled, the entire meadow seemed to settle with them. The myriad of fireflies they had stirred had returned, like little twinkling stars in their own right illuminating the field. He had to admit, if only to himself, that it was quite serene here. Digging into his vest pocket, he pulled out what appeared to be a cigar, but those in the know certainly knew better, instead of using a match, he pressed his thumb to his brand, pulling ethereal energy from within and coating his digit in the glowing, swirling blue energy. Snapping his fingers, an ethereal blue flame shot up, and he warmed the “cigar” with the flame until finally bringing the edge of the flame to the tip, pulling deep of that sickly sweet stuff locked deep within. Letting out the vaporous smoke slither from his maw, he held out their shared prize to her.

Plucking it from his fingers, she placed the “cigar” betwixt her lips and pulled deeply as well, simply letting the smoke spill from her maw without blowing, cascading skyward as both were filled with that lovely, warm giggly feeling. The fact that it had hit so soon took her by surprise, a soft smile crossing her lips as she turned her head to look at the male.

“Is this the same stuff we got yesterday?”

He cocked his brow at her, and held his tongue before he broke the fourth wall again, a favorite pastime of his. He shook his head and took the cigar, letting it rest in his lips as the words spilled from the side of his lips.

“Buckle up, Buckaroo.”