“How’s Tyler, Sofia?” I asked with a tug in my chest over his mom.
“He’s okay, I mean…he’s not really. But he puts on a brave face,” she said with a sad whinny in her throat. “Xavier’s been amazing. He brings Tyler anything he needs and makes sure he doesn’t have to want for anything. But it’s also made me realise, well…” she sighed.
“What is it my sweet Sofia?” Geraldine urged as tears gleamed in Sofia’s eyes, glitter sparkling within them.
“I don’t want Tyler and Xavier to go back to fighting. When the three of us are together, we find this kind of peace which reminds me of home,” she whispered. “And I know Tyler feels it too even though he won’t admit it. We’re a herd, and it feels right to just enjoy that.”
“Are you still hot for Xavier or is it just a Pegasus Dom thing?” Tory asked.
Pink glittery tears spilled down her cheeks into the water. “I’m in love with them both,” she admitted on a breath like she’d been holding those words inside for who knew how long. “And it kills me every time they’ve fought before now. Just being able to spend time with them without them snapping at each other feels so good. I don’t want it to end.” She clapped a hand to her mouth at what she’d said. “I don’t mean I don’t want Tyler’s pain to end. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Of course you didn’t,” I said, moving across the pool to hug her and Geraldine and Angelica fell in around us, squeezing us tight then Tory joined a beat later, patting Sofia’s head before we pulled away again.
Sofia drew in a breath, wiping away her tears. “I just want peace in my herd. And I know things are still unbalanced, I can feel it. But while Xavier’s playing Sub to appease Tyler, things are at least amicable. And by the stars, sometimes when the two of them are pressed in on either side of me at night, I can’t help but think what it would be like to claim them as my stallions. Both of them.”
“Go Sofia,” Tory said with a grin and Sofia cracked a laugh.
“That’s pretty common in Pegasus herds anyway, right?” Angelica asked.
Sofia nodded with a small sniff. “Yeah, but not with Doms. A Dom could bond with two or more Subs easily enough, but Tyler and Xavier are both so strong headed, they’re never going to find a balance together. With them, it has to be one or the other.”
“If I may interject with my two tuppence,” Geraldine said, leaning back against the side of the tub as we all looked to her. “A Ron Johnson or four between the bedsheets is all well and good for pickling your baguette, but when it comes to matters of the heart, a platoon of Long Shermans would never be satisfactory. So do Tyler and Xavier rock your underboats as well as showering your cockles in fresh whelks? Do they make your Lady Petunia do the ding-dang-tango and button your damsen?”
“I’m not sure what you’re saying Geraldine,” Sofia said apologetically.
“I don’t know how to put it any clearer, my little pink Pegafriend,” Geraldine said in frustration.
“Are they both good for your heart?” I translated, pretty sure that was what Geraldine was getting at.
“I think they could be,” Sofia said forlornly. “But I’m so torn between them. How will I ever pick?”
“Maybe you could toss a coin?” Angelica suggested and Geraldine splashed her.
“Hobgoblins,” she admonished her. “The fate of Sofia’s dear petunia and cockles cannot rest upon the flip of a hapless coin. No, she must forge through the black and stormy night of these emotions, ride the waves like a unicorn from the nevermore and come to the shores of her chosen Ron Johnson with a stout heart and her choice solidified in iron.”
“Hi everyone.”
We turned at the gentle voice and I spotted Catalina walking into the room with a plate of cookies in her hand. She was dressed in a high necked black swimsuit and Hamish came lumbering in after her in a pair of bright pink trunks, his large body as hairy as a wolverine.
“Don’t mind if we join you for a bit, do you? I brought snacks,” Catalina said and we all scooted over in the pool as the two of them got in.
Catalina sat to my left and Hamish sat beyond her as they handed out cookies and I groaned at the delicious food as I took a big bite out of one.
“These are my sister Brenda’s recipe,” Hamish said as he placed the tray down on the side of the pool. “She taught my Gerrykins how to make her bagels when she was just a pup, didn’t she poppet?”