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A few years have gone by within the newly declared Griffonian Reichswealth. Protests ensued with the movements demanding reforms of their new government. The decrees and programs of Grover III and IV were once again reinstated and expanded. Regions once conquered and their governments scorched were now given local autonomy and their own responsibilities. Though all would look towards the Imperial Assembly for any major directions.

Grover VI during the middle months of 1023 would attempt to mount an expedition led by himself and his most courageous knights and guards he led in battle. All of them would journey into the ravine where the Idol was proclaimed lost. Entering into its depths they soon arrived into the underworld of griffonia and home of Maar. Finding him willowing in aloof dispare from his lost grip on griffonkind. Grover, against the advice of his men; who wanted him to kill the god of cruelty and madness decided to give compassion towards the broken god. Maar would be defeated by the Emperor’s kindness and would reunite with the other three gods. In return for the deed of uniting the griffon god family in the sky once more. The Idol of Griffonia was granted to Grover, marking a new era. Peace and unity would descend across all races within the nation as new found faith in one another defined the continent of Griffonia to Equis’ Friendship and Zebricas Resilience.

Grover delegated powers to his expanded cabinet of ministers which controlled the Imperial assemblies upper house, while the local governments represented in the lower house. The True God-Emperor would spend most of his time enriching the cultures within the nation. Helping rebuild the damage he had done and ensure unity through faith between griffons, ponies, deer, and all other welcomed races. A harmony, a griffon form of harmony would define this new era.

During moments of reprieve from all his activities ensuring the elimination of poverty, disease, and any other possible conflicts on the continent. He would return to the renovated and expanded Castle of Griffonstone. Now turned into a castle hamlet where many of his military friends and castle staff live together. He would mostly enjoy the grand scenery of the mountains and forests that surround the castle for miles with only a road that descended towards one of the large crystal clear lakes where Griffonstone town was. Most of his morning would entail putting on only pants and enjoying the natural sights. Breakfasts would have most of his guards; dogs and griffons teasing and flirting with each other. Though, any willing staff was welcomed to join.

Most relaxing days endured long warm baths. Hiking and flying through the forests and mountain range. Spending the afternoons mainly editing the many journals, logs, and historiographies he personally started during Grover’s life and those he inquired of the lives of other people he met. He forgo any royal looks other than the golden necklace of the iron cross awarded to him by Benito. However, he does put on a custom made blue coat whenever he goes out to town. Around the castle though he enjoys being shirtless.

The guards on the other hand… while they’re elite in skill and action. Mainly they’re just as relaxed and open as Grover. Though the weekly intensive training thrills the dogs and keeps the griffons toned. Usually a day for the guards is secluding a part of the castle to play battle-games with foam darts. Keeps them ready for anything at least. A close relationship between the guards and staff exists, for they take turns doing their own jobs. The castle is less a palace for Grover and more an extravagant communal house in the mountains.

After a long relaxing day, night had come and the castle was quiet. Intensive training had tired most of the dogs and the griffons were merely enjoying late dessert in the grand mess hall. Grover sat in his new throne that overlooked the distant town near the lake. He, as any griffon with power does, no matter how noble and virtuous they are. Relished the power he had, the golden and red velvet throne he relaxed in. His pose was confident yet fully revealing, unafraid of his body and masculinity as he presented it to the empty room. He couldn’t hold back a smirk at all the work he had done, what he had gone through.

I deserved all this. I should enjoy it all. And so he let go for a moment. Behind all the prestige, valor, and divinity he was a griffon. And griffons love to gloat and pride themselves well. Though there was one last thing to put this feeling to climax. He walked behind the throne where the new crown of the Reichswealth was. It sat atop a pedestal above the older crown; that, just a crown of his family house. The polished diamonds gifted from diamond mountain. The iron frame forged from the griffon works of Herzland. The pearls from the south griffonian sea. The red velvet cloth of the crown itself is from the Aquelian textile mills. The clear crystals from the Riverlands. And lastly the red ruby gifted from Skynavia on top with a cross to finish it all off.

Wielding it, with little thought, he placed it on his head. It fit with ease and felt weightless to him. He walked confidently to the throne once again. Posed and primed, though the humble part of him laughed at this proud display to a silent and empty room. The ego in him fought against the laughter… better to be an arrogant ass alone to himself then to others. Not because of fear of letting go around his friends. He does it all the time. But even then his ego gives way to his compassion to the ones he loves. Here though, he can care about himself, and only himself. He knew he was the greatest, the best of the griffons. A perfect idol to be praised. A divinely gifted griffon to his people. Why should he wear royal clothes like the rest of the nobles forgotten to history? He’s perfect as is, presenting as divinely intended.

However in this trance of arrogance and pride, a diamond dog walked into the royal throne room. It was his old childhood friend; Bodi. The shaved and athletic mastiff leaned against the frame door a bit aways from him. His tail wagged at the sight of him and he held a soft smile.

“Aspell! There you are. I was just wondering if you wanted to um… go on a late night stroll?” His eyes glistened in the distant lighting that illuminated Grovers presenting body. Soon Bodi’s eyes would take in the situation as he stood now right in front of Grover. His tail would wag faster seeing his Emperor tilt his head with a confident smirk. A look of his piercing and glowing blue eyes reaching into his soul. Filling the mastiff with a loyal emboldenment. Seeing his friend sitting there proud of his accomplishments. Now holding nothing back as he saw Grovers legs crossed, his pants unzipped and open. Bodi could only awe and feel eternal gratefulness that he was lucky to be his friend, his battle-buddy, his emperor. With the crest of the Royal family behind him and the crown he wore, the urge to kneel to Grover was immense. Yet, Bodi held strong. Focusing on not going overboard as he tried to keep his happy whimpers to a minimum.

“You made a big mistake coming here.” Grovers warm and stern voice flowed into the Mastiffs ears. The dog’s nervousness peaked at the firm deminor of his divine breath.

“I-I’m so sorry… ma- I mean I-” Bodi stuttered before he was interrupted.

“Come over here. Now.” His voice was never raised as he spoke. Yet the canine treated it as such as he rushed over towards his throne.

“Kneel.” Grover spoke, his eyes never breaking away from his friend. His piercing blue glare eating his friend’s essence. Bodi obediently complied, falling to his knees as his tail held still in fear.

“Why are you scared?” Grover’s voice mellowed to a more soft and warm tone. It was familiar again to the canine.

“…B-because… you never spoke this way unless you were mad…” Bodis face dropped to the floor and he held back his fearful whining. Grover rolled his eyes at layed back in this throne, thinking. The room paused.

“Heh… you know I was raised to be able to do a lot of things… I was especially raised on how to deal with my kind. Our pride… Our love of thyself… Taught all the plays of stratagem and the wielding of guns to daggers but… yet I was never taught to be a Griffon… just to be the emperor of griffons… All my life for the service of others.” He leaned his head on his left talon hand, eyes looking towards the night sky and the ceiling above supported by the pillars. Grover raised his right foot to make the Mastiff head rise up to look at him. The dog placed no resistance.

“You know I should stop myself… I already have everything. Yet I know If I got just a little bit more I would be truly happy. But maybe that is the romance of maars madness still left in us. Maybe it’s how us Griffons will turn into the new church being founded in his name. Oh well… I should stop.” Grovers warm tone turns to a defeated calm. His smirk waning.

“No!” Bodi yelled as he rose from the floor. Grover was taken aback by it. The canine straightened himself and adjusted his uniform.

“We want you to be happy, Aspell. All of us.” The dog’s nervousness now a distant memory as he barks with a passionate vigor.

“You all already do enough.”

“No, we all know we’re not doing enough.”

Grover raises his brow to Bodi. “How do you know you’re not doing enough?” His voice now of curiosity and slight concern. Bodi took a deep breath.

“Most of us, the knights, all the guards that fought with you, Esmer, Me. We all knew you would reach this point of… not knowing what to do with yourself.”

“I know what to do wit-” Grover attempted to reply.

“No, I mean yourself! What do you want? Serving “The People” doesn’t count. Yes those are projects, same with your memoirs but what do you truly want to do with yourself?” As he spoke Grover felt an emptiness in his gut punch his head. He felt numb.

“I… don’t know.” He spoke, feeling the embarrassment of how he had displayed himself. Not just in the room but in general. He felt cold as his arms folded against his chest. “I don’t want to just be known as a hedonist now… but It’s what makes me feel better.”

“You need to let go.” Bodi bluntly replied. Grover looked back at his friend, a soft smile almost came out of him.

“You know you were right about that speech you gave last week at Sunset. Griffons can’t just settle with friendship, that’s a pony thing. Griffons have to find something else to find unity: faith. Everyone has faith in themselves. All in having faith in your actions, but, you have no faith in yourself… Other than doing things for others.” Bodi continued. Grover leaned back in his chair again in thought.

“A flaw of monarchy I never thought of.” Grover spoke faintly.

“A flaw of… an almost perfect griffon monarchy. I doubt Flurryheart or any alicorn has this problem.” Bodi corrected. “You need to have faith in yourself to just… enjoy it… I’m sorry I interrupted it though. But, I think it would be best if you did it with us… How many times have you done this… Alone?”

“Just now.” Grover’s voice was still in his reply.

“So… uh… well. Let go, be a griffon. Learn what it means to really be selfish and arrogant. You have a castle and subjects to rule over. Closed doors… and no reporters.” Bodi’s voice as he speaks turns from a confident friendliness to a slightly suggestive assertiveness. Grover began to think again, a smirk growing in him again as his wings fluttered slightly against the chair. His tail flapping against the floor on its side.

“Learn what it means to be yourself. Have faith in us that we’ll be right there so that one day, you won’t need faith for us. You’ll have trust in yourself.” Bodi finishes as he holds a warm smile. His tail wagging in anticipation as Grover holds back the water in his eyes. A pause takes the room before Grover speaks.

“You’re the best friend I could ever have, Bodi.” A big smile paints across the emperor’s face.

“Wrong, try again.” Bodi counters as he tilts his head with a smirk. Raising his eyebrow in curiosity to his friends next step. Grover’s smile ends with a rebutted shock. Quickly the water in his eyes dry up. He takes a deep breath and takes back his original posture in the chair. His smile at the humor of him trying to be tough, turns quickly into a confident smirk.

“No… No, NO! I don’t want to go on some stroll at night with you. You barged in here unannounced!” His stern yet warm tone was back. He relaxed once again back in his chair, comfortably. He tilts his head down slightly, the absence of light darkening the emperor’s face as his piercing blue eyes glare once again to the Mastiff. The dog’s confidence wanes into an excited and nervous stance.

“You’re going to have to pay for coming in here. Interrupting my alone time. No courtesy? Not a single knock?” His years of contained restraint coming all out as his arrogance turned into a tinge of wrath.

“No sir… I’m sorry sir.” Bodi stood tall, holding still as his tail began to wane. Grovers composure almost broke again at the sorrow of Bodi’s voice. When it did, Bodi returned the doubt with a glare of stern frustration. Grover’s smirk was forced back as he continued.

“You didn’t call me sir the time you tried to explain yourself.” The griff’s authentic firmness returned. Bodi whimpered at the reminder. “So? What did you intend to call me?” Grover inquired.

“Master, sir…” Bodi replied with as much confidence he could muster before it buckled into embarrassment.

“Funny, heh… You say I need to let go when you can’t just admit directly what you desire. You at least know what you want for yourself.” The Emperor added.

“Yes sir.”

“Yes, master.” A pause took the room again. Grover staring harshly at his friend.

“Good boy.” Grover replied as his smirk turned wide. He eyes set on a scheme now, The glare enticing and alluring as a spell.

“I have different plans for you tonight. Come closer.” The Emperor Commanded. His dog would walk towards him, admiring the view of his relaxed yet confident pose. His left leg crossed, the other on the ground. His left arm on the chairs rests. The other held his left leg in place. His voice almost hypnotic to hear as he walks towards him. The Mastiff now smelling his clean and fresh body. Relaxing him before he is up close. As the emperor’s pet was completely entranced by his blue eyes, the emperor’s tail begins to coil around his legs. Scaling up inside his pants, he shivers from its fluff and strong grip. Then the griffon’s left hand grabs his right arm, pulling him closer to his face.

“You’re going to be the first of a few changes here. You’re all not leaving till I get my true reward. First, control of you and the others completely, then, finally, I can find myself.” Grover would have the last word for his beak would jut toward his dog’s maw. Clamping down on it, he would force his tongue into his mouth. Bodi would tremble as his only free hand would reach for his masters shoulder. Soon both of his talon hands would scale up his neck and hold his pet’s head. Forcing him to kneel and buckle onto his Emperor’s lap, moaning and whimpering. The Emperor’s fingers caressing his pet’s fur as his divine tongue swirled and coiled deep into his throat.

You know I am really unsure of this story to be honest. I feel bad writing ahead of the main big thing I am wanting to post but I hope this was enjoyable or at least interesting. This is the cannon grover here but I am unsure if this Is how I want him. Granted the journey of him finding who he really wants to be is an interesting one. I thought of the top of my head but we’ll see if I like this and if you guys like it.

Critique and thoughts are warmly welcome

I always say fantastic and spectacular work with the artists I commission. This is mainly because I chose artists that are always fucken good. This piece is one of the absolute best. It’s right next to Imperial Possession 1 and 2 in how good it is. Ilizumi of course made this. Truly amazing to work with. More shall come of him so stay tuned!

Once again I am elated with this work and I hope you enjoy the story tied to it. Cya all soon.