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The Styraco and Para waited anxiously outside the entrance to the city. It seemed like things were starting to look up. The city repair project was so close to completion that the city officials deemed it okay to allow small scales back into the reconstructed quadrant, and, albeit reluctantly, allow large scales to be able to enter the zone again. This was all fine and dandy, and of course Stefka couldn’t wait to start “marketing” herself again.
But this wasn’t the only bit of good news they had received.
Stefka sketched as she waited at the spot where they were all to meet. She was beaming and in high spirits. “Heh, I wonder what we should do once they’re here,” she thought out loud to Pomeline. “Maybe go for a day on the town together?”
Pomeline didn’t answer. She was too deep in thought, wondering what she would say, if she could even say anything. She hadn’t practiced, she had no idea how she would get this off her chest, she had no idea if she would be even allowed to get it off her chest, she-
“Too soon?” Stefka said.
“Huh?” Pomeline jumped, her thoughts interrupted. “Oh, I dunno… wait, what’d you say?”
Stefka grunted. “Eh, never mind. We’ll figure it out later.”
“Oh… ‘kay then,” came the reply from the long-crested lizard.
Now Stefka was suspicious. “Come on, Pom. I thought you’d be more uppity about this. You missed them just as much as I did, right? You were all deflated from them being away.”
“What? O-of course I’m glad,” Pomeline protested. “It’s just…” She was afraid to say exactly what just yet. She figured Stefka probably knew already, or perhaps she didn’t. Either way, she need to gather her words for what she would say, but not for Stefka. “G… Gimme a second…” she said shakily.
The spiky lizard shrugged. Whatever it was, apparently Pomeline needed time to think, which was unusual since Pomeline typically didn’t bother. She recalled Pomeline being rather out of it lately, but Stefka had thought that they had talked through it already. Still she decided not to pry…
… especially once she saw a familiar tall but thick shape coming in their direction in the distance. “Oh, they’re here!” she said excitedly. “Sweet!”
“O-oh?!” Pomeline jumping again. That had hoped for more than just a literal second. As she saw her long-necked friend coming up the road (which was not even wide enough to function as a footpath for them), she had to gather her words fast.
The Brachio sounded an excited call as she could see her friends up ahead. “Heehee! We are here, Conny!” she said.
Constantine, riding her snout as usual, perked up as he looked ahead to see a certain Styraco and Para waiting on the road for them. He chucked. “Right where they said they’d be. Heh!” he smiled. He chuckled more when he saw the Styraco already heading towards them with beefy, open arms. However, the Para seemed to lag behind, which surprised him.
As Stefka came closer, Bayusha dropped down to her knees (with Constantine bracing himself), causing a tremor and creating a large crack in the road in the process. She was of course so big that she had to bend down to properly hug her, and even then she STILL loomed above her.
Stefka strolled up to her and hugged the Brachio closely. “Mmmm! Big Bay’s BACK, baby!”
Bayusha giggled as she reached down to hug Stefka back. “Good to be back, Steppy darling!” she said cheerfully. Her breast mashed against the side of Stefka’s face as they hugged due to their difference in size. “Mmmm~ Missed you…”
“Missed ya, too…” replied Stefka. “Wasn’t quite the same without ya!”
“Hey!” a tiny voice called. “What about me?”
Stefka laughed as Bayusha lowered her head to bring Constantine closer. “Chill out, little dude. I hadn’t forgotten about you!” She raised her finger towards Constantine, allowing the Compy to bump it and hug it. Stefka wiggled it slightly to tickle him.
Constantine laughed. “H-Hey! Easy!” he giggled. Stefka and Bayusha also laughed.
“You look good, by the way, Conny!” Stefka chuckled. “No more bruises?”
“Heh, yup!” Constantine said happily. “I’m all healed. That time off did wonders, not to mention the headache medicine!”
At last, Pomeline came up, oddly slowly. The others looked at her. She seemed to be smiling, or at least trying to, but rather than her usual, bubbly look, she instead seemed nervous. Constantine took note of this, combined with how slowly she approached.
Bayusha smiled warmly at the Para. “Hi Pom darling!” she said.
Pomeline hesitated. “H… hi Bay,” she managed to say. “Hi… C… C…”
Stefka noticed Pomeline struggling to get Constantine’s name out.
Pomeline gently sidled up to Bayusha and mashed her breasts against the Brachio’s belly. It was her usual playful hugging method, but this time it seemed more somber. She rested her chin upon Bayusha’s other breast and stared up at her. Bayusha responded by softly resting her large hand upon Pomeline’s head. “Missed you, too~” she cooed softly.
“I’m… I’m glad you’re back…” Pomeline said softly. “I… I-I…” she trailed off, her voice breaking when she saw Constantine on Bayusha’s snout. She started to sniff, and a tear rolled out of her eye.
Stefka held her breath. Bayusha looked worriedly at Constantine, who looked back at her. He motioned Bayusha to lower her head to Pomeline. Bayusha did so. Once close enough, Constantine crossed over onto Pomeline’s snout.
The Compy sat in the middle of her plateau of a snout and looked her in her wet, green eyes. “Hi Pom,” he said, smiling.
Pomeline didn’t seem ready. Her voice only broke up more. “H… hi C… Conny… H… How are you?”
Constantine grew worried. He had never heard Pomeline struggle to speak like this. “I’m good,” he said. “I’m feeling much better, see?” He showed his body.
Pomeline studied him. The bruises were all healed, and even his black eye was gone. “I’m… I’m glad…” she said, as more tears started to flow. “I’m glad you’re f-feeling b-better… I… I’m sorry…”
Constantine was confused. “Err… sorry about what?”
Pomeline’s speech became shakier. “F… for what those guys d-did… I… I didn’t think… anyone would… would do that, because of… our day out… I…” She started wheezing, and her words became sobs as the dam that had been leaking finally burst, the tears coming out like a river. “I’m sorry! I’M SO SORRY!!”
She cried loudly, a bizarre, long honk coming out of her that sounded like a de-tuned truck horn.
Bayusha and Stefka stared in silence, stunned at seeing their normally sunny friend in tears. Stefka in particular realized now that this was what Pomeline had been bottling up before, and she had finally released it. She mentally kicked herself for not catching this sooner.
Constantine watched, being bounced slightly by Pomeline’s heaving, as the tears flowed. He wasn’t so much stuck on seeing the Para break down, as surprising as it was, but at what she had just said. He was horrified. “Wha… Pom, no… noooo! Stop!” he said frantically. “Why are you blaming yourself? It wasn’t your fault!”
Pomeline was still wailing too much to answer immediately. Desperate, Constantine leaned forward onto his stomach, spreading his arms and legs out in all directions. It was the best he could do at hugging her from this position. As he lay there, he rubbed the surface of the plateau that was Pomeline snout. “Shhhh… It wasn’t your fault…” he said again.
The Para’s cries softened just a little, though she still couldn’t speak just yet. Once more, Constantine said it. “It wasn’t your fault…”
Pomeline finally caught her breath. Now finally able to hear Constantine over herself, she replied, albeit shakily. “I… I-Isn’t it though…?” she sobbed. “I-If I hadn’t… taken you on that j-joyride… they wouldn’t have… b… beaten you up… I’m so s-stupid…”
“Pom, no…” Constantine said softly. “You’re not stupid, okay? Don’t do that… please don’t do that…” Pomeline breathed heavily, but hushed, allowing Constantine to continue. “Look, you just wanted to hang out with me that day, and well, we hung out. We had some wacky fun, and, well… admittedly we caused some damage, but neither of us anticipated THAT happening of all things… And anyway, it’s not even your fault they attacked me…”
“But… are you sure…?”
“Yes, Pom, I’m sure. Besides… in hindsight, something like that was probably going to happen regardless if we ran around the city that day or not. If they didn’t attack me, they might’ve just attacked another agent. There’s… a few small scales out there who take my job out of context, and some of them have no sense of restraint… but you’re not responsible for their actions, Pom. Only they are…” He paused momentarily when he realized something. “… D… Did you really spend all this time blaming yourself…?”
Pomeline sniffed. “K… kinda…”
Constantine expression turned guilty, but before he could speak…
“Pom, honey…” Stefka interjected. The others turned to her. “I thought you and I already discussed that it wasn’t your fault…” She looked solemn. “You were still thinking that this whole time?”
“W-well… I,” Pomeline said, starting to feel guilty herself. “It… it’s not that what you said wasn’t good enough. It’s just… I…”
Bayusha interjected this time. “Darling,” she said to Stefka, rubbing her shoulder. “Perhaps needed to hear from Conny himself, no?” Pomeline nodded, signaling that this was the case.
Stefka looked down. “Oh…” she murmured understandably. “… But… I thought you said Conny didn’t blame you?”
“Well…” Pomeline began. “He… didn’t say he blamed me, but… he didn’t say he didn’t? Err…”
“A… actually…” Constantine started. The others looked at him. The Compy sighed. “I… didn’t say…” He paused. “… Pom and I didn’t actually talk about any of this before we left. Bay and I started planning our time off right after they let me out of the hospital, and I… didn’t think about this… Aw geez…”
Constantine felt a weight in his chest after this realization. Solemnly, he started rubbing Pomeline’s nose again. “I’m sorry, Pom… That’s on me… I… I didn’t know you were… f-feeling like this…” His eyes started to water, the tear streaming down his cheek. “… I’m… s… s-sorry…” A sniffle, another tear, and another, and yet another. Though his crying wasn’t aloud like Pomeline, the tears flowed in about the same way, and his sniffing became faster and more plentiful.
“C… Conny…” Pomeline sniffled, but she stared somberly down at the tiny Compy. “It… it’s okay, Conny…” she said softly. “You didn’t know… I… I didn’t say anything either… I was too scared… P… please don’t cry…”
Constantine didn’t answer. He just looked down silently at Pomeline’s scales as tears continued to trickle down his cheek, thinking about the amount of distress Pomeline must have felt the entire time he was away, feeling as though he had neglected her, whether he meant to or not.
“It’s not your fault…”
The ironic utilization of Constantine’s own words back at him prompted him to look up at Pomeline’s huge eyes, still wet, but the tears couldn’t hide her sympathetic look. He couldn’t quite see it from his angle, but Pomeline was smiling at him. Then, out came a soft, cooing honk from the Para, a soothing, friendly one, and another, and another. The soft, soothing sound, combined with Pomeline’s snout vibrating each time, felt almost like a massage.
At this, Constantine found himself gradually calming down. He smiled weakly. “… I should take my own advice…” he mused dryly, exciting a small, giggle from Pomeline. Bayusha and Stefka chuckled as well.
Pomeline, her spirits back up, softly cooed to Constantine. “Missed ya, Conny…”
Constantine smiled, still hugging her snout, but now with a little wag of his tail. “I missed you, too. It was… too quiet without you…” Pomeline giggled again.
Stefka interjected again. “Hey, this is all ice cream and cake, but are we gonna go hang out now or what?”
Constantine turned to look at her. “Oh… yeah, we probably should move. After all, you three totally messed up this road…”
The others looked at him, then at the cracked road beneath them, then they all broke out laughing. They HAD been sitting there on the road a while.
“We hang out soon, darling,” said Bayusha. “But Conny and I settle in first. May join us though?”
Stefka lit up. “I like the sound of that!”
Bayusha leaned towards Pomeline’s face to that Constantine could step back on. However, Constantine declined. “Err, Bay?” he said. “I… I’ll let Pom be my steed this time, if that’s okay?” Pomeline was surprised when she heard this.
Bayusha smiled knowingly. “Of course, little biter~” she said happily as she stood back up to her full, grand height. She and Stefka started away side-by-side. Pomeline, still surprised, crossed her eyes to look at Constantine, who simply smiled warmly at her. Pomeline returned the smile, another tear falling, but a tear of happiness and relief. Constantine turned to face ahead and settled into a realized position as the mountain that was Pomeline started to walk.
“Oy…” Stefka said, slapping her forehead. “All this time and I didn’t ask about you. How’re YOU feeling? You were pretty unstable after all of that…”
“Better,” Bayusha said. “Nice to have nerves back, but uh…” she paused, lowering her head to whisper. “We talk about incident later. Much to discuss, no?”
Stefka’s expression went serious, knowing where Bayusha was going with this. “Oh yeah, we probably should…”
Meanwhile, as Constantine looked ahead where they were going, he heard (and felt) Pomeline speak. “You know, we oughta catch up. We didn’t talk before you left after all.” She sighed. “I can’t wait to play with you again. I missed you so much, you know…” She let out a soft yet playful honk.
Constantine sighed and blushed, rolling his eyes, knowing what she meant, but chuckled nonetheless. Rather than being worried, though, he was so glad to be back that this time he simply took it in stride. Besides, after Pomeline’s emotional wrestling, she deserved it. “Where do you want me?”
And for my first trick of 2026, I’ll shall make a certain Brachiosaurus and Compsognathus reappear!
Looks like Pomeline had some inner guilt she needed to spill out, but Constantine reassures her it’s okay. Pomeline may be playful, but she's super apologetic if she thinks her antics led to her friends getting hurt.
Enjoy!
Bayusha, Stefka, Pomeline, and Constantine ©
Blazesaur
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But this wasn’t the only bit of good news they had received.
Stefka sketched as she waited at the spot where they were all to meet. She was beaming and in high spirits. “Heh, I wonder what we should do once they’re here,” she thought out loud to Pomeline. “Maybe go for a day on the town together?”
Pomeline didn’t answer. She was too deep in thought, wondering what she would say, if she could even say anything. She hadn’t practiced, she had no idea how she would get this off her chest, she had no idea if she would be even allowed to get it off her chest, she-
“Too soon?” Stefka said.
“Huh?” Pomeline jumped, her thoughts interrupted. “Oh, I dunno… wait, what’d you say?”
Stefka grunted. “Eh, never mind. We’ll figure it out later.”
“Oh… ‘kay then,” came the reply from the long-crested lizard.
Now Stefka was suspicious. “Come on, Pom. I thought you’d be more uppity about this. You missed them just as much as I did, right? You were all deflated from them being away.”
“What? O-of course I’m glad,” Pomeline protested. “It’s just…” She was afraid to say exactly what just yet. She figured Stefka probably knew already, or perhaps she didn’t. Either way, she need to gather her words for what she would say, but not for Stefka. “G… Gimme a second…” she said shakily.
The spiky lizard shrugged. Whatever it was, apparently Pomeline needed time to think, which was unusual since Pomeline typically didn’t bother. She recalled Pomeline being rather out of it lately, but Stefka had thought that they had talked through it already. Still she decided not to pry…
… especially once she saw a familiar tall but thick shape coming in their direction in the distance. “Oh, they’re here!” she said excitedly. “Sweet!”
“O-oh?!” Pomeline jumping again. That had hoped for more than just a literal second. As she saw her long-necked friend coming up the road (which was not even wide enough to function as a footpath for them), she had to gather her words fast.
The Brachio sounded an excited call as she could see her friends up ahead. “Heehee! We are here, Conny!” she said.
Constantine, riding her snout as usual, perked up as he looked ahead to see a certain Styraco and Para waiting on the road for them. He chucked. “Right where they said they’d be. Heh!” he smiled. He chuckled more when he saw the Styraco already heading towards them with beefy, open arms. However, the Para seemed to lag behind, which surprised him.
As Stefka came closer, Bayusha dropped down to her knees (with Constantine bracing himself), causing a tremor and creating a large crack in the road in the process. She was of course so big that she had to bend down to properly hug her, and even then she STILL loomed above her.
Stefka strolled up to her and hugged the Brachio closely. “Mmmm! Big Bay’s BACK, baby!”
Bayusha giggled as she reached down to hug Stefka back. “Good to be back, Steppy darling!” she said cheerfully. Her breast mashed against the side of Stefka’s face as they hugged due to their difference in size. “Mmmm~ Missed you…”
“Missed ya, too…” replied Stefka. “Wasn’t quite the same without ya!”
“Hey!” a tiny voice called. “What about me?”
Stefka laughed as Bayusha lowered her head to bring Constantine closer. “Chill out, little dude. I hadn’t forgotten about you!” She raised her finger towards Constantine, allowing the Compy to bump it and hug it. Stefka wiggled it slightly to tickle him.
Constantine laughed. “H-Hey! Easy!” he giggled. Stefka and Bayusha also laughed.
“You look good, by the way, Conny!” Stefka chuckled. “No more bruises?”
“Heh, yup!” Constantine said happily. “I’m all healed. That time off did wonders, not to mention the headache medicine!”
At last, Pomeline came up, oddly slowly. The others looked at her. She seemed to be smiling, or at least trying to, but rather than her usual, bubbly look, she instead seemed nervous. Constantine took note of this, combined with how slowly she approached.
Bayusha smiled warmly at the Para. “Hi Pom darling!” she said.
Pomeline hesitated. “H… hi Bay,” she managed to say. “Hi… C… C…”
Stefka noticed Pomeline struggling to get Constantine’s name out.
Pomeline gently sidled up to Bayusha and mashed her breasts against the Brachio’s belly. It was her usual playful hugging method, but this time it seemed more somber. She rested her chin upon Bayusha’s other breast and stared up at her. Bayusha responded by softly resting her large hand upon Pomeline’s head. “Missed you, too~” she cooed softly.
“I’m… I’m glad you’re back…” Pomeline said softly. “I… I-I…” she trailed off, her voice breaking when she saw Constantine on Bayusha’s snout. She started to sniff, and a tear rolled out of her eye.
Stefka held her breath. Bayusha looked worriedly at Constantine, who looked back at her. He motioned Bayusha to lower her head to Pomeline. Bayusha did so. Once close enough, Constantine crossed over onto Pomeline’s snout.
The Compy sat in the middle of her plateau of a snout and looked her in her wet, green eyes. “Hi Pom,” he said, smiling.
Pomeline didn’t seem ready. Her voice only broke up more. “H… hi C… Conny… H… How are you?”
Constantine grew worried. He had never heard Pomeline struggle to speak like this. “I’m good,” he said. “I’m feeling much better, see?” He showed his body.
Pomeline studied him. The bruises were all healed, and even his black eye was gone. “I’m… I’m glad…” she said, as more tears started to flow. “I’m glad you’re f-feeling b-better… I… I’m sorry…”
Constantine was confused. “Err… sorry about what?”
Pomeline’s speech became shakier. “F… for what those guys d-did… I… I didn’t think… anyone would… would do that, because of… our day out… I…” She started wheezing, and her words became sobs as the dam that had been leaking finally burst, the tears coming out like a river. “I’m sorry! I’M SO SORRY!!”
She cried loudly, a bizarre, long honk coming out of her that sounded like a de-tuned truck horn.
Bayusha and Stefka stared in silence, stunned at seeing their normally sunny friend in tears. Stefka in particular realized now that this was what Pomeline had been bottling up before, and she had finally released it. She mentally kicked herself for not catching this sooner.
Constantine watched, being bounced slightly by Pomeline’s heaving, as the tears flowed. He wasn’t so much stuck on seeing the Para break down, as surprising as it was, but at what she had just said. He was horrified. “Wha… Pom, no… noooo! Stop!” he said frantically. “Why are you blaming yourself? It wasn’t your fault!”
Pomeline was still wailing too much to answer immediately. Desperate, Constantine leaned forward onto his stomach, spreading his arms and legs out in all directions. It was the best he could do at hugging her from this position. As he lay there, he rubbed the surface of the plateau that was Pomeline snout. “Shhhh… It wasn’t your fault…” he said again.
The Para’s cries softened just a little, though she still couldn’t speak just yet. Once more, Constantine said it. “It wasn’t your fault…”
Pomeline finally caught her breath. Now finally able to hear Constantine over herself, she replied, albeit shakily. “I… I-Isn’t it though…?” she sobbed. “I-If I hadn’t… taken you on that j-joyride… they wouldn’t have… b… beaten you up… I’m so s-stupid…”
“Pom, no…” Constantine said softly. “You’re not stupid, okay? Don’t do that… please don’t do that…” Pomeline breathed heavily, but hushed, allowing Constantine to continue. “Look, you just wanted to hang out with me that day, and well, we hung out. We had some wacky fun, and, well… admittedly we caused some damage, but neither of us anticipated THAT happening of all things… And anyway, it’s not even your fault they attacked me…”
“But… are you sure…?”
“Yes, Pom, I’m sure. Besides… in hindsight, something like that was probably going to happen regardless if we ran around the city that day or not. If they didn’t attack me, they might’ve just attacked another agent. There’s… a few small scales out there who take my job out of context, and some of them have no sense of restraint… but you’re not responsible for their actions, Pom. Only they are…” He paused momentarily when he realized something. “… D… Did you really spend all this time blaming yourself…?”
Pomeline sniffed. “K… kinda…”
Constantine expression turned guilty, but before he could speak…
“Pom, honey…” Stefka interjected. The others turned to her. “I thought you and I already discussed that it wasn’t your fault…” She looked solemn. “You were still thinking that this whole time?”
“W-well… I,” Pomeline said, starting to feel guilty herself. “It… it’s not that what you said wasn’t good enough. It’s just… I…”
Bayusha interjected this time. “Darling,” she said to Stefka, rubbing her shoulder. “Perhaps needed to hear from Conny himself, no?” Pomeline nodded, signaling that this was the case.
Stefka looked down. “Oh…” she murmured understandably. “… But… I thought you said Conny didn’t blame you?”
“Well…” Pomeline began. “He… didn’t say he blamed me, but… he didn’t say he didn’t? Err…”
“A… actually…” Constantine started. The others looked at him. The Compy sighed. “I… didn’t say…” He paused. “… Pom and I didn’t actually talk about any of this before we left. Bay and I started planning our time off right after they let me out of the hospital, and I… didn’t think about this… Aw geez…”
Constantine felt a weight in his chest after this realization. Solemnly, he started rubbing Pomeline’s nose again. “I’m sorry, Pom… That’s on me… I… I didn’t know you were… f-feeling like this…” His eyes started to water, the tear streaming down his cheek. “… I’m… s… s-sorry…” A sniffle, another tear, and another, and yet another. Though his crying wasn’t aloud like Pomeline, the tears flowed in about the same way, and his sniffing became faster and more plentiful.
“C… Conny…” Pomeline sniffled, but she stared somberly down at the tiny Compy. “It… it’s okay, Conny…” she said softly. “You didn’t know… I… I didn’t say anything either… I was too scared… P… please don’t cry…”
Constantine didn’t answer. He just looked down silently at Pomeline’s scales as tears continued to trickle down his cheek, thinking about the amount of distress Pomeline must have felt the entire time he was away, feeling as though he had neglected her, whether he meant to or not.
“It’s not your fault…”
The ironic utilization of Constantine’s own words back at him prompted him to look up at Pomeline’s huge eyes, still wet, but the tears couldn’t hide her sympathetic look. He couldn’t quite see it from his angle, but Pomeline was smiling at him. Then, out came a soft, cooing honk from the Para, a soothing, friendly one, and another, and another. The soft, soothing sound, combined with Pomeline’s snout vibrating each time, felt almost like a massage.
At this, Constantine found himself gradually calming down. He smiled weakly. “… I should take my own advice…” he mused dryly, exciting a small, giggle from Pomeline. Bayusha and Stefka chuckled as well.
Pomeline, her spirits back up, softly cooed to Constantine. “Missed ya, Conny…”
Constantine smiled, still hugging her snout, but now with a little wag of his tail. “I missed you, too. It was… too quiet without you…” Pomeline giggled again.
Stefka interjected again. “Hey, this is all ice cream and cake, but are we gonna go hang out now or what?”
Constantine turned to look at her. “Oh… yeah, we probably should move. After all, you three totally messed up this road…”
The others looked at him, then at the cracked road beneath them, then they all broke out laughing. They HAD been sitting there on the road a while.
“We hang out soon, darling,” said Bayusha. “But Conny and I settle in first. May join us though?”
Stefka lit up. “I like the sound of that!”
Bayusha leaned towards Pomeline’s face to that Constantine could step back on. However, Constantine declined. “Err, Bay?” he said. “I… I’ll let Pom be my steed this time, if that’s okay?” Pomeline was surprised when she heard this.
Bayusha smiled knowingly. “Of course, little biter~” she said happily as she stood back up to her full, grand height. She and Stefka started away side-by-side. Pomeline, still surprised, crossed her eyes to look at Constantine, who simply smiled warmly at her. Pomeline returned the smile, another tear falling, but a tear of happiness and relief. Constantine turned to face ahead and settled into a realized position as the mountain that was Pomeline started to walk.
“Oy…” Stefka said, slapping her forehead. “All this time and I didn’t ask about you. How’re YOU feeling? You were pretty unstable after all of that…”
“Better,” Bayusha said. “Nice to have nerves back, but uh…” she paused, lowering her head to whisper. “We talk about incident later. Much to discuss, no?”
Stefka’s expression went serious, knowing where Bayusha was going with this. “Oh yeah, we probably should…”
Meanwhile, as Constantine looked ahead where they were going, he heard (and felt) Pomeline speak. “You know, we oughta catch up. We didn’t talk before you left after all.” She sighed. “I can’t wait to play with you again. I missed you so much, you know…” She let out a soft yet playful honk.
Constantine sighed and blushed, rolling his eyes, knowing what she meant, but chuckled nonetheless. Rather than being worried, though, he was so glad to be back that this time he simply took it in stride. Besides, after Pomeline’s emotional wrestling, she deserved it. “Where do you want me?”
And for my first trick of 2026, I’ll shall make a certain Brachiosaurus and Compsognathus reappear!
Looks like Pomeline had some inner guilt she needed to spill out, but Constantine reassures her it’s okay. Pomeline may be playful, but she's super apologetic if she thinks her antics led to her friends getting hurt.
Enjoy!
Bayusha, Stefka, Pomeline, and Constantine ©
BlazesaurCheck out my Bluesky!
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Dinosaur
Size 2081 x 1771px
File Size 3.35 MB
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