“Damn it,’ the white mare cursed as Reginleif turned and took off after Dreadscale. With a determined shriek, the banshee took off after the pair, willing Dreadscale to stop--and for once, defend himself.

Instead, the son of snakes allowed Reginleif to herd him toward the looming mountains in the distance, but all of a sudden a buckskin something darted out of the bushes and managed to get a bite to his flank. Squealing, Dreadscale kicked out, feeling the bite and finding himself ashamed.

Maleficent, having still been in the full momentum of giving chase, rammed herself into Reginleif’s ass like a freight train.

“Hel and Baron take you--get the fuck out of the way,’ she cursed again, taking a few hammering steps away from the collision and then pushed busily by the gray to place herself beside Dreadscale. At this point in time, something warm and slick was growing in the gut of the small stallion, and he found his embarrassment turning to rage--somewhere between getting chased by Reginleif and getting bit by Kasabian, something had broken in the colt-stallion.

Maleficent could tell something was wrong, and so she rounded on the Lagoon boss and the Vulcan mare, clearly ready for another bout of fisticuffs. Dreadscale leaned into her, shaking--but it was not from fear. Not anymore.

“We’re not going anywhere with anyone. Not anymore,’ Maleficent said, and Dreadscale nodded. Maleficent turned her head to meet Reginleif’s eyes, and a challenge was in them.

Maleficent & Dreadscale
(we got) friends on the other side.