“Pull my finger.”

“No.”

“Why not, Hunter?” Spyro said, cocking his eyebrow and smirking.

“Because that’s juvenile and not even original. Dinosaurs did that to each other.” Hunter folded his arms, leaning against a nearby tree. The dark twilight air was lit by disparate shining stars, moonlight filtering through the leaves.

“Did dinosaurs even have fingers?”

“…Shut up. Look, whats the status of your mission?”

Spyro frowned and opened his mouth to speak, only to shut it again. His status was no progress.
At all.

As far as the Faternity had showed him, it was just a group of fat lazy assholes blowing gas out of their fat lazy assholes.

“Uhm, I’m getting some good intel. It’s a bit too hazy so far to do anything with, soooooo I can’t share too much of it yet, but…”

Hunter rolled his eyes. “Oh really.”

“Yeah! For example, they get their food from the Mandragorian Markets; Oshir- er, I mean, their leader has a special pact with them. They get a lot of meat from there, maybe track that? And see if they can put more pork in the next shipment…”

It was Hunter’s turn to cock his eyebrow. “Spyro, its not too late to call this off. If you aren’t getting anything, you might not get anything, and…” Hunter looked over Spyro’s body, thick murky sweat dripping between his moobs, mixing into his greasy scales. Hunter had spent four days crouched in waiting without bathing to capture a target once, and that was only a fraction of the intensity of stank coming off of Spyro.

“And?”

“And you look and smell terrible. I mean, TERRIBLE.”

Spyro narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, I know, but its not… its not THAT bad. Im kind of getting used to it.”
“Good, because I sure as hell won’t.”

“Awww, yer just pissy because I’m taller than you now!”

Spyro stood up, pushing up to Hunter. His head was only a few inches above Hunter’s, but the difference was enough to darken Hunter’s face to a scowl, moonlight shadowing the creases in his face. “Yeah, because of magic.”

“No, actually, it was just like… a pole. I wish it was magic, would have hurt less…”

“Either way, its not natural. Plus what’s up with that weird getup? I never imagined you for a thong guy, or someone to wear a collar like that.” Hunter said with a slight smirk, confidence restoring to his face as he asserted his logic in his mind.

Spyro rolled his eyes. “Look, it’s just part of the initiation. I’ll take them off once the mission is over, but for now, I gotta get back before they notice Im gone. Plus, its ribs night, and they’ve got this sweet sauce that they put on it that’s…”

“Spyro. You can stop now, you know. Get out now. I think you are… I think theres something going on there.”

“What? No, they are too DUMB to do anything like that. Just give me some more time!”

“…Ok. You’ve got some more time. We will look into the food routes, see if we can find anything.”

Spyro nodded and got up to leave, waving to his friend.

“….and when they add the pork, see if they can send the fattest ones!”

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Seems not everyone is oblivious to the changes.

Art & Concept done by me.

Story done once again by  shadowofdreams