The Daughter of Frigg
Book 2 - A Sister's Heart
From the Diary of: Megan Easter Gossler
As told by: Owen Nomrist
Battle for Wanapum Dam -
Amanda, Caneadea, and Hialeah lead Cheyenne in a slow almost mournful circle above the Wanapum Dam visitor center. Cheyenne had very mixed feelings, the place had been her prison, her home of sorts for the last 11 days, and the birthplace of 3 clutches of daughters.
Looking down at the males below, almost 300 in number, she was struck with the realization that they were her gryphons... Her Pride!
She was the Alpha!
She was the Queen!
Did she want to be the Queen of Gryphons... Amalgams? Or did she want to be a wife to a half man half horse? Putting her hand on her pregnant belly Cheyenne wondered how many daughters she would have this clutch.
Maybe there was a way to have everything she wanted.
Amanda made a lazy turn to catch a thermal that took all 4 up 10,000 feet before gliding across the lake toward the place Amanda was now calling home.
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Amanda landed in a long thin yard north of Levering with a small square farmhouse that was a shadow of the one in the real world. Built off of the northside of the house was a strange styled barn that was designed specifically and spaciously for Centaurs. On the northside of the barn was a large basin shaped like large bird bath on a platform with a fire underneath.
There were Harpy children frolicking in the bath just as when Amanda left. The teenage Harpies, Gia daughter of Abedabun and Loral daughter of Hialeah, were lying in the hot water relaxing and watching over their sisters and nieces. Hialeah and Caneadea left Amanda and Cheyenne to round up their daughters, sisters and nieces before herding them to the northern edge of the property where they were making their Nest under the trees.
Looking south, Cheyenne noted that on the southside of the old farm house was a shop of some sort. There was a half circle gravel drive were there should have been cars, and the entire property was surrounded by trees and bushes to block wind and promote privacy.
Another gilded cage, Cheyenne thought to herself cynically.
She followed Amanda to the barn with a growing sense of wrongness. When Amanda lead her into the barn house they found Honovi standing over Sharron. Sharron was laying on Amanda's bed, her hooves in the stirrups as Honovi's strong hindquarters thrust all of his horse dick into Sharron's ass.
"Fuck me," Cheyenne mumbled to no one in particular, "Now that is a magnificent cock!"
"Mmmm you have no idea," Amanda whispered.
"Hmm, Well while we are waiting," Cheyenne whispered to Amanda, "Let's go for a walk and talk."
Amanda nodded and lead the way back out of the house. They walked across the yard, crossed the road and cut through shadowy orchards headed towards the river.
"Amanda," Cheyenne said, taking her friend's hand as they walked, "I feel out of place here."
"I wouldn't expect any different," Amanda answered and squeezed Cheyenne's hand in reassurance, "Let's just recap what has happened so far. On July nineteenth, first you and the Moses Lake Sheriff's department were called to a burned out hotel room that looked like a very small nuclear device went off in it reducing everything inside to fine ash or nonexistence. So your offices called the FBI who called me. That day we met agents Gerard Green and Bryan Brown, who say they are with the FBI but who the hell knows! That night Gerard Green, aka. Baal, plays around with me like I am some kind of doll, and then takes my soul leaving only my body and mind making me a real, life sized, hollowed out doll. Before that happened, apparently Bryan Brown, who the fuck knows what his real name is, killed 3 prostitutes and you, sort of, then changed you into a werewolf! As for you and I and our dreams, goals, ambitions, achievements, and lives... we died that night. For our families, I can only imagine that we died July twenty-ninth when we were portaled to this Realm and most likely reported missing or dead."
"Since then, these last 13 days," Amanda continued after a breath, "We have been hiking, sunburned, raped by beasts, taken as property, slashed, gouged, ripped to pieces, impaled, starved, paralyzed,and raped and bred repeatedly..."
"So what are you saying," Cheyenne asked.
"A lot has happened in the last 23 days," Amanda answered, "We have also given birth to 118 Succubi and 32 gryphon females not including what you will give birth to tomorrow. There is just no way to deal with everything that has happened. We have been trying to get to Seattle and have been running into and dealing with the aftermath of one catastrophe after another. Feeling out of place is only natural, as a matter of fact, it would be insane if you were fine!"
The river was starting to come into view as Cheyenne responded, "I think we need to rest and reconsider our goals..."
"I am thinking the same thing," Amanda agreed, "I think... I am happy here where I am. I want to explore this new life I have been given. I know that by now everyone in our Realm, my husband... my children must think I am dead. Most likely yours are thinking the same thing as well. And besides, look at us, we have wings and tails now. I have no guts or soul and yet I am not dead, and you turn into a hybrid werewolf! Hell, my hair isn't even my original hair! It's pink feathered harpy hair! There is no way we can go back to the lives we had!"
"This is true," Cheyenne admitted, "But, I am not sure I can settle for this lifestyle... Amanda I killed the Alpha. Do you know what that means?"
"You're the new Alpha," Amanda surmised as she stopped dead in her tracts, "You're the first Queen of Gryphons."
