Page 62 of Myths and Shifts

Then he’d be happy and snuggly and want more and more pets.

More and more pets meant playtime.

Playtime meant naughty time.

Naughty time meant naked time.

Pretty-pretty Daddy.

“I’m hurrying.” Daddy said he was gonna go faster but Daddy was slow.

“Poky Puppy Daddy.” I was funny and gave him a big Daddy sigh. “Not a dragon Daddy.”

“Hey.” Daddy frowned and looked growly but he went faster. “I’m not poky or a puppy. I’ve got a cheeky little mage.”

Smart little mage.

Faster. Faster.

Naked faster.

“See? I’m fast. I just had to hang up my pants.” Daddy frowned and looked at his fancy shirt. “One more second.”

Daddy was so funny.

“I haven’t found a dry cleaner here.” Grumbly Daddy was frowning at his shirt. “It’s not that dirty. I wore an undershirt.”

Oh, sad Daddy.

“Poof.” Clean Daddy. “All done.”

Clean Daddy.

Happy Daddy.

Cuddly Dragon Daddy.

“You can magically iron.” Daddy brought the pretty shirt up and sniffed. “It smells freshly laundered.”

Oh, Daddy thought I was special.

“That’s amazing.” Hanging up his fancy shirt, Daddy shook his head and smiled bigger and bigger. “That’s a much better skill than making flowers look weird or trying to poison people you want to move into the neighborhood.”

Yep.

“I’m smart.” I knew lots of stuff. “I can make my bed too.”

Daddy stopped and cocked his head. “You’re going to have to show me that. I’m impressed. I have a highly accomplished mate. I can’t believe I didn’t know to brag about that yet. Everyone back home is going to be so jealous.”

Funny Daddy.

Oh, silly Daddy.

“You bounced.” He bounced and pounced and tried to make me fall over. “Naughty Daddy.”

He shook his head, crawling on the bed like a cat. “Playful dragon.”

Stalking dragon.

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