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Max woke up bright and early from a pleasant dream and hoping for once to enjoy a nice quit morning with his grand-kids, and what are technically his god-kids and definitely his future grand-daughters-in-laws.
"Hopefully we can have one quit morning with no criminals, supervillains, monsters, or intergalactic conquerors." Max thought as he got up and looked around his home, The Rust Bucket. Gwen and Ben were still sleeping in their bunk beds with no signs of any aliens this morning.
"Hmm, I guess Upchuck must of timeout last night." Max said to himself as when about his morning bathroom routine.
Some minutes later Max step out of the shower wearing a fresh set of clean clothes, and decided to go ahead and start on breakfast. Seeing that the kids were already starting to wake-up.
"I call dibs first!" Ben shouted as he quickly got up from the bottom bunk and started to the bathroom.
"You always go first doofus!" Gwen yell as tried to beat Ben to the bathroom but by the time she got down from the top bunk it was already too late. Max couldn't help chuckle to himself, thinking about how they reminded him of their fathers at the same age.
"If could have spend more time with them." Max thought to himself in a slightly somber and regretful way, as he always did when thinking of his boys.
"So grandpa, what are we having for breakfast?" Ben said with a bit of fear as he got out of the bathroom, and Gwen when in behind him.
"I'm think something simple today, milk, bacon, eggs, and sausage." Max answer
"Yes!" Ben shouted happily. Of course what Max didn't him that the breakfast would be yak milk, buglizard bacon, alligator eggs, and pyroxovore sausage. He didn't like to hide what the kids were eating from them but he knew he had to expanded their palate, and sometimes found it necessary to leave out some details every now again. After all, sense both of them made it clear they wanted to join the plumbers, like most of the family, they would need learn to be less picky eaters sooner or later. Especially Ben with what his future was going hold.
"Hey grandpa if let the girls out around here?" Ben asked
"It should be safe, I park far enough from the road that no one should be coming around here. Just let me know who planning are summoning so I know how much food I should make." Max said as he open the refrigerator.
"I was going summon Wildmutt, she been wanting help with something." Ben said as he started to dial up the vulpimancer hybrid.
"Not in the RV dweeb." Gwen yell as she exit the restroom, already to late as in a flash of pink light the hybrid appear.
Standing mostly upright on digitigrade legs with arms nearly toughing the floor, and cover head to toe in orange fur. The young vulpimancer human hybrid had a head and neck that was almost an even mix of the species, and like pure vulpimancers she had no eyes or a visible nose. She did have heat sensing gill like patch going down her neck like true vulpimancers, and despite being a little tallier then Max her body shape clearly marked her as young child the same age of Gwen and Ben. And unlike most vulpimancers she were wearing clothes, something that Max was very grateful to Azmuth for, a simple black and white sports top and shorts not to different from Ben' shirt, and well as wearing a metal collar with the heart shape symbol of the chaquetrix.
"Why didn't you wait till we were outside, where there was enough room. So I wouldn't get a face full of alien dog butt." Gwen annoyingly said from behind Wildmutt.
Ben, ignoring his cousin spoke to Wildmutt, "Come on girl, we better go outside." He then grade a small box of the table as he led the alien crossbreed outside.
"Make sure you two do your morning training." Max said the two children ran outside.
"Don't worry grandpa, I'll make sure they do it." Gwen said as she grab the grimoire she took from Charmcaster and follower her cousin and his unusual friend outside.
Max just smile to himself as started breakfast, beginning with cooking the pyroxovore sausage. Now the trick to cooking good pyroxovore sauasage was pepper, pyroxovore already had plenty of salt in their meat from their diet but you need fresh pepper to really bring out the flavor. At least these were Max thoughts as he started to cook the sausage. Which didn't take long to cook and was done right before Max move on to the buglizard bacon when he heard a strange yet familiar noise. It was something a like mix between a howl and a moan. Max look out the window to check on the kids, he saw Gwen holding her book and looking at something. Max then look over to see what she staring at only to see something that made his blood freeze. Ben was bushing Wldmutt's fur!
Now to someone who had less intimate knowledge and experience with vulpimancers than Max this scene may seem completely innocent or even sweet. But Max knew full well that to the highly temperamental vulpimancers letting someone groom them was a highly sensual act. And while Wildmutt was too young, the sound she was making and the way her heat patches were twitching told Max full well if he didn't do something soon what would happen.
"Ben!" Max yell and he bust out the door causing all three children to turn to him.
"What the matter grandpa?" Ben asked in surprise.
"You really shouldn't be bushing Wildmutt like that." Max said, and notice that as he said it Wildmutt looked annoyed while Gwen seem to be looking at him with a suspicious look.
"What? Why not?" Ben asked in clear confusion.
"Young vulpimancers quills are still developing and are highly sensitive. So bushing could resulted in...results not quite what you hoping for. At least not the results I hope you are hoping for." Max said in want wasn't really a full lie but definitely wasn't the truth.
"Really? Then how do you bush them?" Ben ask innocently.
"Are you sure he wasn't bushing her correctly? She seems to be enjoying it, like really enjoying it base on those noises she was making?" Gwen said turning to stare at the young couple.
" Yes I'm sure, as to the right way, well you need special bushes and combs. And you know what, how about we just forget the bushing for now, and I'll teach you the correct way later." Max said while quickly adding under voice,"Hopefully much, much later."
"What was that?" Ben ask while putting the bush back in the small box, a box that Max could now see had combs and other bushes in it.
"I said you two better get back to your training, breakfast will be done soon. Oh, and Ben, who idea was it exactly for you to bush Wildmutt?" Max said, not knowing if he really wanted to know or not.
"Oh it was my, I thought sense dogs and cats like to be bush and that Wildmutt is kind of like a mix of both. That she would like it to and it would be a nice thing to do for her." Ben said as he closed the box.
"Next time just play fristbee." Max said as the two youngsters started their combat training.
"Grandpa that noise Wildmutt made sounded awful lot like the noise my neighbor cat made when she was in he-"
"Gwen I promise you that one day you and Ben will know everything about the chaquetrix and the aliens within it. But for now you need to just trust me that there are somethings about it that neither of you are ready for."Max said while quickly interrupting Gwen.
"Now excuse me I have to get back to cooking." Max said return to the RV.
"Why do get the feeling I'm going to actually want someone like Dr. Animo to show up before this morning is over?" Max thought as he return to his cooking.