All for the Dragon King: Section Two
#2 of All for the Dragon King
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All for the Dragon King: Section Two
- * * "So, Mike. Have you ever tried flying?" "No, Brian. Recall that we haven't been dragons for more than a few hours." "Okay...Well, let's go out into your back yard and start trying. If all else fails, we can always walk." "Yeah right. Dragons, walking down the street! Need I say how that would turn out? I'd rather try to stuff myself in the car, wings and all, than try walking." "Okay. Say, can you move your wings?" "Dunno..." Mike looked over his shoulder to look at his wings, trying to force more than a mere flutter out of them. "I just can't make my brain move them correctly. Hmmm....Oh, here we go. Brian, try moving the back of your shoulders. I think that's the muscle group you want your brain to command." Brian tried moving that muscle group, and after a couple seconds, succeeded. "Yeah, that's it. Think we should bring that dragon egg thing with us before we fly off?" "That's a good idea. Josh might need it for something." "I'll run in and get it." Mike ran up to the house, clawed at the door for a second, then continued in. He climbed up the stairs quickly, grabbed the egg, and rushed back down and out of the house. "Got it." "Well, let's go." Climbing up on the roof, they carefully braced their hind paws against the eve of the roof and crouched down. "Jump, Mike!" Both leapt into the air as their wings caught their first wind ever and lifted them up. The dragons gave each other a thumb's up with their fore-claws. Smiling in giddy glee, Mike refocused his attention on the air ahead. "Watch out for that tree up ahead!" Mike yelled. Brian shot back. "Oh really?" "No, run into it." "Sure. We should probably get a little altitude though." "Yeah. Hey, I think I get flying!" "Congratulations." After the initial strain of jumping into flight, they didn't need to pump their wings as hard. The wind coursed over the dragons' wings and bodies. It had a calming affect, allowing the dragons to zone out partially and just enjoy their first flight. Sound of the rhythmic wing motions lulled them further. Mike allowed his eyes to partially close, displaying a far-off, satisfied appearance. Brian, however, was lulled differently. His face also shown a far-off, satisfied look, but he looked all around, taking in the scenery of the land below. The dragons continued flying towards Josh's house, which, according to Google Local, was located about seven miles southeast of Mike's abode. About half way through their flight, Mike spotted a little kid playing in his yard. "Look at that little kid down there. So tiny!" "Yeah." Brian saw the kid look up. "Oh, fuck, I think he saw us. He's running inside!" "Don't worry. Just imagine his mother's reaction when he tells her that he saw a green dragon and a blue dragon flying above his house. She'll be like 'That's nice, dear.'" "Ha ha ha! That's great. Hey, that's Josh's house. I remember it from the satellite image." Touching down on the ground in front of Josh's house, Mike moved to ring the doorbell as Brian waited behind him. Before he could ring it, the door opened. A teen, not much older than Mike, appeared. He was fair skinned and wore a black robe laced with gold and embedded diamonds. Mike looked at him puzzlingly, but broke his stare off of the strange clothes. "I've been expecting you, Mike, Brian. Please come in." "So, really, what is this about, Josh?" "Which dragon are you?" "I'm Mike, the blue one. That's Brian, the green one." Josh moved his hand up to shake with Mike's paw. After staring at it a couple seconds, Mike met his hand and shook. "Please come in you two. There is much to discuss." "Thank you. Brian?" "Coming." Josh closed the door behind them and guided everyone to his living room. "So, could I get you two something to drink?" "No thanks. Anyways, what is this about?" "So little patience or manners! And dragons are supposed to be the race of supreme wisdom! I suppose it will grow on you in time. How long have you guys been dragons?" Brian interjected. "Just since this morning." "Ah, indeed. The egg that I consecrated only has the power to transform one dragon." Josh chuckled menacingly. "The only way another can be transformed is through ieuso firmada." "Meaning...?" "That's my world's word for sex." Grinding his teeth and taking his right fore paw off the ground to make a shaking fist, Mike turned a little bit red. "Why...you...YOU!" "Hey, don't kill the messenger here. Pardon me for saying something 'indecent'." "Arghhhhh...wait, what do you mean your world?" "Now we're getting into the juicy stuff fine sir. You had a dream last night, didn't you?" "Yes, I-" "Good. That was a device sparked by the enchanted dragon egg of mine you stole. I had made it for my ceramics class. I could have enchanted anything, but I wanted something that someone would steal. It just happens it was you. That dragon that bit you, that you killed? That was the essence of The Dragon, stored in the egg, that placed itself in your body." "The Dragon?" "Yes." Mike raised an eyebrow. "The Dragon? In my body?" "It's more likely than you think. The Dragon is a spirit: a great spirit. Having a derivative or essence of The Dragon spirit is a great honor. You should feel honored that-" "Why?" "Why..." "Umm...Why is it, exactly, that I had the 'honor' of having The Dragon...spirit...thing...bestowed upon me?" "Like I said, it just happens that you were the one who picked up the egg." Mike moved in his seat as his face took on a bewildered expression. Sitting forward on his sofa, Brian spoke. "But why give the power out to someone in the first place?" "Because my planet, you see, is in grave need. Our king has called for recruits by all means possible." "Do you not have enough people on your planet?" "Eh...I wouldn't use that exact wording. Planet and world are different." "Whatever. Do you not have enough people on your world?" "No, there are plenty." "Okay...why us, then?" "It has to do with The Dragon. It turns out that our worlds are spiritual inverses of each other. Your world is our spiritual world, and ours is your spiritual world. Really, our worlds are on the same planet, but on different planes of existence. For us to get recruits, we had to turn to the spiritual world because that is the only place we can transform people into dragons, which we use in our wars. And that means that we had to come here to get recruits." "That sounds like something familiar, actually." Mike spoke again. "Brian, didn't you say that scientists had worked out string theory yesterday? Wasn't it on the news?" "Oh yeah, they said something about multiple dimensions existing in the same place. Whoa!" Josh leaned forward in his chair. "Do you find this believable now? Brian, Mike?" Mike squinted his eyes, and Brian rubbed his chin pondering all that Josh had said. "Well?" "It's a stretch." "Yeah. Even if we did fully believe you, what makes you think that we would fight for your war?" "Consider this, my friends: our worlds are spiritual inverses of each other." "So?" "That means that they indirectly influence each other. What happens in our world influences yours." Eyeing the dragons, Josh cleared his throat. "Consider that our war is one of ideals of freedom being contested by the evil that is sweeping our world. Our king, the man clad in the red robe in your dream, has called for assistance. It is my obligation to find recruits, and it is your obligation to fight. This war will also determine who wins in the struggle between good and evil in your world: if our side wins, the good in your world is reinforced. If the faction opposing us wins, evil will surely prevail in your world." "This sounds like some serious shit!" Brian broke his stare with Josh to look over to Mike. "I don't think we have a choice." "No, you don't;" Josh interrupted, "I was simply justifying our use of you two in the war. You cannot disagree with me. I will coerce you two into serving us if you do not cooperate." "I'll say! Mike?" "Fine. Me and Brian will help you, Josh." "Excellent." "So...when do we start?" "We begin now, my friends." Mike sat back in his seat again as Brian closed his eyes, muttering something. "Where's your car?" Mike asked. "It's in the garage. We won't be needing it, though." "Huh?" Josh stood up and motioned for the dragons to arise as well. He then recited some sort of jibberish, with the dragons wondering what he was saying. Mike cocked his head to one side before his eyes grew wide. Blinking, the blue dragon noticed a few bright sparkles hovering around the room. The little sparkles multiplied and their brightness intensified. Mike glanced at Brian; evidently the green dragon saw the same thing. The sparkles moved faster, circling around the room as an ambient glow added to the light. Josh didn't appear phased, but Mike and Brian looked on with concerned astonishment. The room began spinning; the light grew brighter and brighter. The dragons had to close their eyes at the floodlight-intensity light coming from all around them. Then, the light disappeared. They opened their eyes and found themselves in a dark, dank room. Walls made of stone surrounded them, and they could see the evening sky on the other side of a barred opening in the wall. A wooden door occupied one side of the small room they were in, and tapestry was hung on the other two walls. "Oh my God. What was that Brian?" "I dunno. Maybe it was...nevermind." "Nevermind what?" "I was thinking that maybe this was the other world he was talking about, and the bright stuff we saw was how he transported us here. I don't know any other way I could explain what just happened." "Yeah. Maybe we should open that do-...do you hear that? Someone's coming!" "Hide?" The door opened. A lively woman came over the threshold, holding an ornate gold-leaf staff and dressed in a blue velvet robe. "Good day, gentledragons." "Who are you?" Brian asked. "I'm sorry, I'm the famous Wizard Larithall. Do you not recognize me?" Mike's face displayed a confused expression. "We just got here, ma'am." "Oh, you're the new recruits I see. I hope you have had a good trip." "You know where we came from?" "Yes, I do. My people desperately needs new fighters to protect our kingdom, as we are in the midst of a great war with the Exiled Ones. Did Lord Joshua find you?" "...Sure? He only briefly mentioned your war to us." "I suppose I need to explain things to you, then. Lord Joshua has this particular way of telling things to people. I find his methods, at the very least, quite inconsiderate. I suppose you are wondering why you two have become dragons?" "No, he explained that. Just...what is this war about?" "Well, then you two certainly lucked out. He doesn't even explain these things to most of his recruits. Anyway, this war is a defensive war. We suspected that the Exiled Ones--our enemy--possessed a great weapon that could destroy entire cities. Naturally, we could never allow them to possess such a weapon. The Exiled Ones have routinely suppressed their peasants, going as far as murdering those who threatened to stop their reign of terror, and with such a weapon, they could have trampled our way of life and suppressed our people as well. We had to attack them to prevent them from using their weapon." "So did you find their weapon?" "No. We suspect they hid their weapon somewhere, and now we are in a deadlocked war with no clear victor. In fact, the Exiled Ones have stepped up their attacks in recent months, gaining outlying territory at our expense. One of our great cities, Roshew'Nill, is in immediate peril of coming under siege." "Is that where you will send us?" "No. I am about to walk you over to meet with our king. He will decide how to use you in our service. In advance I humbly thank you for your willingness to cooperate. Remember, what happens in this world indirectly affects the events of your world, as Lord Joshua may have told you. Now, if you please, follow me." Mike and Brian followed Wizard Larithall as she began walking to the King's chamber. Mike took notice in how confidently, yet gracefully, she walked: light, steady footfalls, flowing robe, with her right arm holding her ornate gold-leaf staff. After a while, she broke the silence. "Do you know magic?" She chuckled. "Of course! I'm a wizard. I was actually the one who taught Lord Joshua how to enchant objects for transforming those of your world into new recruits." "Oh." The party continued walking though the castle's halls in silence broken by bits of conversation. Evidently, the room that Mike and Brian arrived in was Wizard Larithall's old magic laboratory. They also found out that the castle occupied the center of Tenakeil City, capital of the King's lands. At last, they arrived at a space where the hallway terminated at a doorway leading into a large room beyond. "Ah, here we are. This is the where the king's throne is. You can see him sitting, over there." Larithall nodded in the direction of the throne. "Come, I'll introduce you to him." The king, George Renton the Third, arose off of his throne and walked in their direction. He was clad in a rich red robe, flowing wool, knee-length cape, ornate leather boots, and a golden crown. Smiling warmly, he listened to Wizard Larithall introduce his new fighters. "Your majesty, these are the new recruits I have told you about. Mike is the blue dragon, and Brian is the green one. They have pledged themselves to your service." "Thank you, Larithall. You've always proved valuable to me. Now, if you please, leave us so that I may discuss matters...privately...with them." "Thank you sir." A little disappointed at being asked to leave, the wizard turned and walked away. "So, Mike, Brian, I am King Renton the Third. I administer these lands and their surroundings. Are you aware of my people's predicament?" The dragons looked at each other. Brian spoke. "Yes, Josh...or Lord Joshua told us about it, and Wizard Larithall gave us more details of your people's predicament. Who are these "Exiled Ones" that he told us about?" "The Exiled Ones are forcefully controlling a large portion of the world using their military might, and care not for the happiness of their people. They have also threatened us with a great weapon capable of destroying a city." "Yes, he told us that. But who are they?" "They are the people, exiled from our lands by the gods, who have turned to darkness to satisfy their cravings for power. They have suppressed their people, and they have threatened our own. We must fight them." "What is this weapon you have mentioned?" "It is a weapon of great destruction; we suspect they have a great arsenal of them. We must prevent them from using this weapon on one of our cities." "Is this what we will be doing?" "I cannot tell you now. Just know that you two will be inducted into the elite Dragon Corps, the most prestigious wing of our army. Your mission will be revealed to you two shortly." "Is that all, your majesty?" "Yes, Brian. Mike, do you have anything to say?" "I'm just wondering what we should do now." "I will have a servant guide you to your rooms. After such an eventful day, you two must need some rest. In the morning, I will ask you to report to the captain of the Dragon Corps for further instruction. Until then, do as you please." "Thank you, your majesty." The king gave them a friendly nod, and called for the servant to guide them to their rooms. Bowing, the dragons left the king's presence. After a brief walk though some more halls, the servant opened the door to their room. "The baths are just down the hall, if you would like to clean yourselves," he informed them. The servant walked away as they entered into their room. A grand bed occupied the center of the room with silk sheets hung around it, giving it a hint of isolation from the rest of the room. Lavish tapestry hung from the walls. The oak flooring was laid down in a zig-zag pattern, and the arched ceiling was constructed of stone. The windows, made of uneven glass, distorted their view of the setting sun and the town below. A sitting arrangement of crimson and oak straight-back chairs was centered around a fire place, next to the window. "Wow! This is our room?!" Mike asked unnecessarily. "Yeah. Whoa..." Brian stepped over to the window and opened it with a creak. "The sunset is wonderful...a lot better than it is back at home. Look how big the sun is! And the red sky!" Sitting down, he couldn't pull his eyes off the sunset. A band of orange was closest to the horizon, turning into red, then deep purple higher up in the sky. Mike moved his tail to the side and sat down next to him on the other chair. Neither spoke for an interminable amount of time, until the sun had almost disappeared from view and purple took a much more prominent place in the sky. "Have you ever seen a sunset this wonderful?" "No, Brian. This is...well, wonderful. Of course, I'm normally busy with other things than watching the sun set." Mike stood up, gazing at the last remnants of the sunset. Brian got up from where he was sitting to stand next to Mike, wrapping his green tail around the blue dragon's tail. The blue dragon leaned against him so they touched heads. Eyes displaying tranquility, the green dragon gently broke away and looked straight at his friend, and now, lover. Mike met his look with a similar one. They drifted together, touching muzzles. Mike slipped his tongue inside of the green dragon's mouth and explored it. Eyes closed, his lover returned the action. He savored the taste of his mouth and how their serpentine tongues felt against each other and slid past each other and how his lover's tongue tickled his own mouth. Withdrawing his tongue and breaking the kiss, the blue dragon made a quick nod in the direction of the bed. "Come on," he suggested. Climbing onto the bed, Mike laid down facing up as the tip of his cock had began protruding from his sheath. The green dragon crawled on top of him and met him in another kiss as his own cock began poking out of his own sheath. Wrapping his wings around Brian, Mike brought his claw up to push the green dragon's head tighter to his. Their maleness rubbed while they kissed for minutes on end. Brian broke the kiss to look down at his own maleness, and gasped at its size. He had never imagined that his own cock could possibly be so large or have such a shape. Seeing such a thing on another person was one thing, but seeing it on himself? He was in awe. Mike looked down, too, and smiled at his lover's reaction. "Wanna try that thing?" Brian smiled and winked. "Just do what you feel like, Brian." Mike reached down and touched the green dragon's cock, giving his friend a little tingle. Brian smiled again, and instead of focusing on his own equipment, he slid himself down the bed and took the blue dragon's equipment into his mouth. He smiled when he heard Mike gasp and clutch the sheets, then sucked as hard as he could on the blue dragon's cock, forcing pre to dribble from it. He then twisted his tongue all around Mike's cock, stimulating it with his tongue's roughness. The blue dragon went berserk, pushing his cock further into Brian's mouth. Still sucking, Brian moved his mouth up and down over the length of the blue dragon cock. Grinning from ear to ear, Brian moved his mouth off of the blue dragon's cock. "mmmm...That was incredible, Brian." "Thanks...but I've got something more in mind." He didn't need to say more, as Mike could tell what he wanted by looking at him. The green dragon moved into a crouching position and turned around so they were parallel but faced in the opposite direction. Laying back down on the blue dragon, he again took the blue cock into his mouth. The blue dragon returned the favor, taking the green dragon's cock into his own mouth. The green dragon sucked on the blue dragon's cock again, and the blue dragon emulated what his friend was doing. Already put at the edge of orgasm by Brian's first round of sucking, Mike simply couldn't hold off for long. The green dragon, sucking, moving his head up and down, and sliding his tongue all around the blue cock made Mike moan and buck his hips into him again. Brian savored the taste of the slow stream of pre on his tongue. Mike groaned again, but louder this time. His cock tensed up, preparing to rush its juices into his friend's mouth. It stood at an amazing, rock-hard level of arousal, right at the verge of orgasm, for an unnatural amount of time as Mike squirmed. And yet the pressure built up more! He squirmed more, having to stop sucking on Brian, unable to deal with the pressure building and building... Then, it burst. Cum didn't simply shoot out of his cock, it exploded up into the green dragon's muzzle. "MMMMMMM," he groaned, gripping his lover's legs, as his cock forced out cum for perhaps twelve or so pumps. Brian swallowed, but couldn't get everything. Some escaped him and landed on Mike's front, and more dripped down his lower jaw. Relieved, the blue dragon spoke up. "Wow...how did you do that?" The green dragon moved himself off of Mike and shrugged sarcastically. Cum was dripping down his lower jaw and cheeks as Brian began licking himself off, making a comical sight. "Sorry I couldn't make you come too" Brian put one finger in front of his lips, then let his claw drop down. "You still can, my love." The blue dragon perked up. Flipping himself over, Mike moved his tail up and to the side. Brian pounced on Mike and nibbled at the back of his long blue neck. The green dragon didn't waste any time, positioning his cock at the entrance to the blue dragon's dark abyss. With his hands on Mike's shoulders, he eased himself into the blue dragon's tight butt. His cock slid in with a little bit of fight, but it was lubricated from the blue dragon's saliva a few moments before. The green dragon hissed lightly at the pressure surrounding his member. The head of his cock passed the muscled entrance of the blue dragon's butt and popped into his lover's interior. Mike pushed himself up and backwards, forcing the green dragon's cock further into him. The green dragon retreated until his cock was nearly out of his lover's butt, then rammed in again. And again, and again and again and again. Mike was lulled into content mindlessness by his lover's continuous humping. He noticed a shift in the green dragon's humping intervals after a while as they grew faster and closer together. Brian gripped his shoulders strongly as he pulled out nearly all the way, then pushed his cock in as far as it would go, clapping his balls hard against the blue dragon's butt cheeks. Tensing up, he ejaculated. Cum pumped out with the force of a locomotive, hitting the top of the blue dragon's large intestine. A dozen pumps later cum had filled up the blue dragon's intestine and began spilling out onto these bedsheets. Brian collapsed on top of Mike as his ejaculation subsided, maleness still in the blue dragon's anus. "You're incredible, Brian." "So are you, Mike." Hugging Mike, still on top of him, Brian closed his eyes and fell asleep. Mike glanced out the window, seeing the night darkening, and closed his eyes as well. * * * A dim street lamp cast dark, dancing shadows on the alleyway just off of the city's main street. Looking around him, a shady, heavyset man with a black hood carrying a package ducked into the alleyway. "The snakes are watching. They are our spies." Hearing this, another man stepped out of the darkest shadow there and walked up to the man. Fair skinned and wearing a black robe laced with gold and embedded diamonds, he returned the code. "Watching, the snakes are indeed." "Lord Joshua, we have delivered your package. We hope that everything is to your...liking." "Did you set everything up as I have ordered?" "I have. We are ready to strike." "Marvelous, Serpentialis. Good work." The heavyset man left the package with the fair skinned man, then walked back out of the alley and took a left. Unraveling the package, the fair skinned man took out a black egg with all sorts of odds and ends attached to it. It elicited a faint red glow, even though it was solid ceramic. The fair skinned man left the package in the corner and stuffed the egg into the pocket on the inside of his robe. He walked out of the alley and hung a right, disappearing out of the glow of the street lamp. * * * Mike awoke gently to the morning light coming though the room's window. He whispered to Brian, though he couldn't see him because he was lying on his stomach. "Are you awake?" The green dragon lay there, still snoring. "Wake up," the blue dragon whispered. "Hey!" The green dragon stirred and awoke. He answered with a whisper. "Good morning, Mike." "Good morning, Brian." Brian hugged Mike tightly and got off of the bed. The sheets and the blue dragon's butt were sticky, pulling against the green dragon's scales, but he was able to separate himself from the blue dragon without too much effort. He walked over to the window, and Mike followed him. The city below them was already bustling. People were walking the streets, carrying all sorts of things to and from the market, carting around hay and crates and all sorts of things, and talking to each other. Then, footsteps came near. A knock rapped on the door. "Hello?" "Would you like breakfast now?" "Sure." The door opened and a servant stepped through carrying a platter with crystal cups filled with milk and silver domes covering silver dishes. "Enjoy, complements of King Renton the Third. Also, Captain Walker has requested that you report to his office in the barracks after breakfast." "Who?" "The captain of the Dragon Corps. He wishes to see you." "Oh, okay. Thank you." The servant left the platter on the dragons' bed. Mike took off the silver domes to find roast pork with eggs sunny-side-up. "Wow," Brian said. "Let's dig in." The dragons didn't waste any time gobbling down their food. "Mmmms" of tasty satisfaction occupied most of their conversation over breakfast. They made quick work of the roast pork, which was steaming hot and seasoned just right. The eggs, scrumptious, soft, with the yolk in the middle beneath a tasty white transparent layer and the egg whites spread to the side, didn't survive long either. Licking his lips, Mike suggested that they shouldn't keep the captain waiting for too long. Mike carried the tray out and set it to the side on the outside of their room. A servant they met on the way gave them specific directions on exactly where the barracks were located. After a brief walk, they found the barracks and walked into the captain's office. Standing up from his seat, a white dragon greeted the other dragons warmly. "Hello, I'm Captain Walker. I have been expecting you." "A dragon?" Brian looked perplexed. "Huh?" "You're a dragon, too?" "Oh, yeah, the King emphasizes cooperation between humans and dragons. He appointed me to this post personally. Is that surprising?" "Eh...I guess not. What is it that you want me and Brian to do, though? The King wouldn't tell us." "The Dragon Corps is responsible for special, small-scale operations. Unfortunately, a recent campaign resulted in a 30% loss of the Corps's personnel. We needed new recruits for the very important operations that we run." "Can you tell us our mission already? My God! Everyone we've talked to hasn't told us!" "I will have you two seek out and destroy an enemy target. Our intelligence indicates that your target is the enemy's super weapon that has us so worried. I'm sure that the King has told you about this weapon?" "Yes, yes, and Wizard Larithall too." "Then I am sure you know how critical this is. You will start today." "Okay." Brian and Mike looked satisfied and nodded. But, Mike focused on the Captain again as if a though had struck him. "Wait...aren't we going to get training?" The Captain laughed. "No, no nohohoho. Just a little practice with weapons and such, but your instincts will serve well enough. Dragons have a fine, natural competence in battle, my friends." "Well, for our sakes, I hope you're right." "Trust me on this. Go on down to the briefing room that you passed on the way in; someone will brief you there. And from now on, please address me as 'sir'." Both dragons grudgingly pronounced a "Yes...sir." before heading out of the Captain's office. As he had said, someone was waiting to brief them when they got down to the briefing room. A low ranking lieutenant told them the fine details of their covert mission, including where to go to avoid being seen, exactly where to find the great weapon, and how to destroy it without endangering themselves. They mostly payed attention to what he had to say, although each later admitted to zoning out a couple times. After the lieutenant finished they went over to the armory, where a blacksmith found a fitting set of armor for each of them. Helping the dragons into it, he talked about the wonders of the armor. "This right here, this is lightforge metal. The lightest and strongest armor we know of. Precious little lightforge exists, though." It was strange for them, wearing that armor over scales. And yet, the metal was extraordinarily light. The armor set covered a good portion of their bodies: a head piece, neck piece, belly piece, two sets of rear leg pieces, and two sets of fore leg pieces comprised each kit of silvery, paper thin armor. "You two should feel honored wearing this--only our most valued troops are able to wear lightforge." Pulling the last leather strap tight, the blacksmith stepped away from them and gave them a look of admiration. "That's all; you're ready to go."
Thus ends Section Two of All for the Dragon King. I had intended to only do One and Two, but I couldn't cram all the plot I needed to into this one section...Anyway, I welcome voting and comments at this time. Hope you enjoyed this!