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CD is twenty-two when she meets Majesty and Toby.

It goes a little something like this,

Rhonda was tired, so CD had her pull over to take a break, hunt some things and all of that. She’s gentle as can be as she cleans her Armadillo Bus, cooing at her gently.

And then a guitar riff. CD shrieked, Rhonda growled, and two voices laughed, gently. A Troll popped out from behind a log, and after a moment, another, larger being kneeled behind her.

”Hi! You’re new here, what’s your name?” The Troll, about CD’s height, with a dark purple fur color and a lighter pink hair color. In some places, her skin was smooth and a contrasting pink, scars decorating their body. Black eyes focused on her, their tail flicked behind them, and oddly enough, horns stuck from their head.

Behind the Troll, a…Bergen. Shoulder length brown hair, a light green skin color, and pink eyes trained on CD as well. Hair braided with flowers woven in between strands.

”Helllooo? You awake?”

CD blinked, waving at Rhonda to stand down. “Uh..sorry. Sorry. My name’s Cape Dory. You can call me CD.”

“You a Pop Troll?” The Troll leaned closer, small chains dangling from their ears. “I’m a Rock Troll subgenre. A Deathmetal Troll. Call me Majesty.”

CD stared. “Pop…Troll? Genre? What do you mean?”

The Bergen nodded emphatically. “Trolls have Genres, CD. You’re one of them.” They explained. “Oh. And call me Toby!”

After a moment, the Pop Troll nodded slowly. “Nice to meet you two, Majesty, Toby. I’m CD, as stated before, and this is my girl, Rhonda.” She gestured to the Bus, who moved forward and nuzzled into her owner’s back. “She’s amazing.”

Majesty snorted, tossing the guitar behind her back and moved forward to pat Rhonda. Toby reached down and traced a finger delicately over Rhonda’s shell, and the Bus chirped happily.

”She’s lovely.” Toby complimented, looking down at CD, who blushed and preened proudly. “You take good care of her!”

Majesty laughed, going to lean against Toby’s leg. “Toby’s right! You do really take good care of Rhonda. I love the name.”

Rhonda cooed, practically preening at the compliments. CD, proud and adoring, proceeded to rave about her Bus for about ten minutes. The Troll-Bergen couple listened, enraptured as CD regaled the tale of how they became family. Majesty even clapped a few times.

After a while, Toby invited CD and Rhonda to stay at their (their!!) house. Prepared for anything, the Pop Troll agreed, and that’s how they got here.

CD sat next to Majesty on a table with Toby making them food, Rhonda curled up around the legs of the table.

“What’s she making?” CD leaned over to ask her fellow Troll. Majesty simply shrugged.

”Toby makes what she wants, man. I just know it’ll be good.” Majesty twisted a little nub on her guitar, humming as she went.

”She must be great, then.”

”The best.” Majesty assured, a proud smile gracing her lips. “And Rhonda can eat it, too! Made completely of animals and plants that I’ve hunted myself.” She sounded even prouder.

CD smirked, and the days went by like that. She and Rhonda stayed for maybe three days before they hit the road for their next hike, with a promise to write and just stay in touch from the couple she had stayed with.

She’s back within a month at Majesty and Toby’s insistence. They want to celebrate her birthday with her, and who is she to deny them?

Cape Dory—though she much prefers CD—is twenty-three when a drunk night leads to her spending the night in bed with her best friends. She wakes far before them, she grabs Rhonda, writes them a quick note, and she bolts.

She’s embarrassed, obviously. And she really hopes neither of them remember.

Except, they do. Of course. Rhonda missed them, so she turned right around and went back to their house after a week or two.

They’re been greeted with open arms and happy crying, because these two missed them so much it broke even Majesty’s generally tough exterior.

CD felt horrible for it. She hated abandoning people—ironic, really—, especially those who she cared for. So she stayed for a good two months, bonding with and finally getting somewhere in her romantic relationship with Majesty and Toby.

At twenty-four, Majesty and Toby say her down and asked her to date them. Majesty, twenty-eight and Toby, thirty-two, asked CD—who was years their junior—to date them. With the intention to marry her.

CD took a while to answer. She had asked for a minute to think it over, and had asked Rhonda what she thought. Rhonda, very obviously, had encouraged CD to pursue them.

An hour later, she had agreed to date the two women. Toby cried. Majesty cheered loudly, and then they sang for a while.

Well, more like Majesty screamed and CD harmonized with said screaming. Majesty had very nice sounding screams.

Well that didn’t sound very good.

CD, Majesty, and Toby date for about five years when Majesty throws a ring at Toby and hands one over to CD.

Which yay. Now she’s engaged.

She cried. She cried a whole lot about it. So did Toby. And Majesty.

Rhonda curled right around the two Trolls as they sobbed, and Toby sat down to hold both of her fiancés, allowing them to kiss her over and over.

A year later, they’re married and Rhonda is the flower girl.

They never have children. Majesty, an older sister like CD herself, has been just as parentified as her wife. Toby, wonderful Toby, had decided that Rhonda was basically their daughter. Any pets were practically the children that neither Troll had ever desired.

So they got a Bloodhound Bug. Majesty named him ‘Your Highness.’

CD loves the family she’s built for herself. She could never replace her brothers—her babies—but she’s satisfied with and loves the family she’s made with the loves of her life, Rhonda, and Your Highness.

Cape Dory—CD, as she prefers—is thirty years old when she gets married and builds a family with her wives. She wishes her brothers were there, but she can’t have everything.