by Logan Jacobs
bow around the girl dragon’s neck, and the little creature smiled happily and
strutted around on the counter for a second.
“I think she likes it,” Kas laughed.
“I think so, too,” I chuckled.
“We’ve got to name them!” Asta insisted. “This is so exciting!”
“I think you two should name the girl,” I told them.
“Really?” Kas asked, and her violet eyes filled with excitement.
“Really,” I agreed, and then I looked at the little red dragon now in the
crook of my elbow. “And you shall be… Uffe.”
“Wolf man?” Kas asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“I think it seems fitting,” I said with a smile. “Considering how we
found them.”
“I like it.” Asta nodded.
“Hm,” Kas hummed, and she looked at the small red dragon in front of
her. “What should you be?”
The little female dragon cooed to her and strutted around once more.
Just like Blar had when he hatched, each of them came out with an attitude all
their own.
“It has to be something pretty,” Asta said.
“I got it,” Kas announced, and she grinned at the little dragon. “How
about Inger?”
“What does that mean?” Asta asked.
“Beautiful goddess,” I said with a smile.
“Perfect,” Asta laughed. “I love it.”
As if she agreed, the little female dragon spun around in a circle and
cooed at the girls again.
“I think she likes it, too,” I chuckled.
It had only been a week since this whole thing started, but now here I
stood in my small kitchen with three dragons and two beautiful women. I
couldn’t believe how much my life had changed in just a matter of days, but I
wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“A toast,” I declared, and I grabbed three pint glasses and filled them
with mead.
“To dragons,” Kas said after I handed her glass.
“To us,” I added happily, and I raised my glass up into the air. “To all
of us.”
“To all of us,” the girls said in unison, and they clinked their glasses
against mine.
I looked down at the counter after I took my drink, and I saw the little
dragons sniff at the basket of fresh vegetables.
“I think they’re hungry,” Kas said.
“Of course, they are,” I chuckled, and I broke a stalk of celery into
three and gave each of the dragons a piece. “This is just to tide you over.
Don’t worry, I’m a good cook.”
“Could Inger and Blar have babies, then?” Kas suddenly gasped as her
purple eyes turned to me.
“Hm,” Asta mused, and she thought for a moment. “I’ve never heard
of dragons from different worlds breeding, but I can’t say it’s impossible.”
“Well… ” I began as I ran my fingers across the scales of my new
female dragon. “We are going to find out.”
Chapter 17
My bed was too small for the six of us, so I left the girls inside where
we’d all slept on the floor, and I headed out to the courtyard as soon as dawn
broke. I barely had the front door open, though, before Blar scurried out and
over to the bushes. I was about to close the door behind me, but then Inger
and Uffe ran out as well and followed after Blar.
Silly dragons.
I turned around to make sure the commotion hadn’t woken up the girls,
but they both still slept peacefully next to each other. Their hair was a tangle
of white and blonde, and their breaths were even and heavy from sleep, so I
closed the door softly and headed over to the fire pit.
Once I had a flame going, I went over to one of the nearby fruit trees
and started to pick some peaches. I also gathered some oats from my outdoor
pantry and some honey as well for breakfast. As I started back toward the
fire, I nearly tripped, and I looked down to see Uffe right under my feet. The
little boy dragon was only distinguishable by the lack of a green ribbon
around his neck. I hoped once they got older it would be easier to tell the
twins apart, but at the moment they were nearly identical and could easily
fool me if they figured out how to tie bows.
“Hey, Uffe.” I smiled as I looked down at the little red creature. “Good
morning.”
The male twin seemed to smile at me before he scurried up my leg,
over my arms and the breakfast ingredients I carried in them, and perched
himself on my shoulder. Then he leaned down and sniffed at the peaches I
held, and I had to laugh at his curiosity. As much as the twins looked
completely different from Blar, they were still baby dragons, and it seemed
the one thing I could count on with them was that they were always hungry.
“We’re going to make breakfast for the girls,” I assured him as we
walked over to the fire.
I got some water boiling, and Uffe examined the oats, peaches, and
honey I’d set on the ground nearby. After a minute, though, I wondered why
he wasn’t with Blar and Inger, so I looked around for the other two and
quickly found them in the grass near the fruit trees.
The two dragons were a whirlwind of blue and red as they tussled and
played. They flipped each other over, lightly bit each other’s limbs, and made
small growls and screeching noises as I watched. It had only been a matter of
hours since the twins hatched, but it was clear Blar and the female had a
certain bond. Since they were so little, I didn’t think it was sexual at all, but
then again I didn’t know much about dragon puberty. Still, I thought it was
more infatuation than anything, but it did make me wonder about dragon
breeding and if they’d be able to have babies in the future.
The two were obviously different types of dragons, but I wasn’t sure if that mattered or not for procreation. I’d have to figure out a way to do some
research on the subject, or possibly ask Asta, because she might know a bit
more since dragons so freely occupied her home world.
As I watched the grappling dragons, I thought for a second about
colors and dyeing fabrics. I knew red and blue made a purple dye, but would
a red dragon and a blue dragon make a purple baby? I wasn’t sure, but no
matter the color, I was sure it would be cute.
Uffe crawled up my shoulder, and he poked his long neck out to watch
as I poured the oats into the now boiling water. I reached down and stroked
the little red dragon’s tiny back, and my fingers brushed over the small spike
type things that stuck up from his spine. They weren’t sharp, though, just
protrusions that added to his and his twin’s unique looks. Their little bodies
were much plumper in the middle, with short legs and a long neck and tail,
and they looked far more like the dragons we’d seen in Asta’s home world
than Blar did, which made sense considering that was where they were found.
It was interesting to see, though, especially after watching Blar grow and
grow. He was my first encounter with a dragon, so part of me expected all of
them to look like him, but that was clearly just naive thinking.
Uffe finished sniffing the pot, then with his neck still extended, he
turned his head around to look up
at me, and his purple eyes seemed curious.
“You’ll like it, I promise,” I said, and I took my knife and started to slice up the peaches to go into the oatmeal, but I gave him the first little slice.
Unlike Blar, who typically took food with his two front paws, Uffe just
grabbed the piece of peach with his mouth, set it down on my knee, and took
small bites out of it, something I didn’t think I’d ever seen Blar do.
Already the dragons were showing their own personalities, and I found
it quite endearing. It was incredible to think that just over a week ago this
whole thing had begun in my kitchen, and from that moment on my life had
taken an entirely different route.
I now had two beautiful women who traveled with me, and not one but
three dragons. They were still small, but I was so proud of each of them. I
could feel the bond we had, and I knew they relied on me and each other for
comfort and companionship as well as security. It was a great feeling to have
such powerful creatures trust me wholeheartedly.
As I stirred the peaches and honey into the oats, I heard the door to my
house open, and I turned to see Asta and Kas step out into the sunshine. They
both looked like absolute goddesses, and I still couldn’t believe how lucky I
was to have them as lovers.
Asta wore her yellow tunic, and her long white hair hung straight down
past her shoulders to her hips. The pale strands no longer looked messy as
they had when she slept, now they were sleek and shiny and seemed to
almost glow in the sunshine. Then her yellow eyes caught mine, and she
flashed me a shy smile that caused my stomach to lurch.
She was absolutely stunning.
Kas was the opposite of her elf companion. Instead of a proper tunic,
she wore the undergarment she’d slept in. It was just a simple white,
sleeveless shirt, but in the sunshine it became incredibly sheer, and as she
reached up to stretch, I could see the red of her nipples through the fabric as
her full breasts pressed outward. My pants immediately tightened, but I
couldn’t look away. The Valkyrie’s hair was a mane of blonde curls the same
red-gold hue of the setting sun, and she walked barefoot over to the fire, sat
down, and stared at me with bright violet eyes.
“Good morning,” Kas greeted me.
“Uh, good morning,” I stammered as I tried to not stare at her delicious
nipples through her tunic.
“That smells delicious,” Asta said as she sat down next to Kas.
“Mmm, it really does,” Kas agreed, and the way she closed her eyes to
smell the air reminded me of when her eyes closed with pleasure when I
made love to her.
My pants tightened even more, so I looked down at Uffe to try and
clear my head.
“We were making breakfast,” I said with a smile, and I scratched under
the little dragon’s chin.
“Where’s Blar and Inger?” Asta asked, and she looked around for a
second before she spotted them in the grass near the garden. “Oh, I see.”
“They seem to really like each other,” Kas noted.
“I thought the same thing,” I agreed. “They seem to get along quite
well.”
“What about Uffe, though?” Asta asked with a frown. “Doesn’t he feel
left out?”
“I don’t think so,” I chuckled and looked down at the little red reptile
that sat contentedly in my lap. “He seems fine over here with us.”
“I wonder if dragons can communicate when they’re still in their
eggs?” Kas asked. “If so, maybe he’s sick of his sister.”
“I’m not sure,” I laughed.
“I don’t know if anyone can know that,” Asta added. “Though it is a
funny thought.”
“So, what’s our plan for the day?” Kas asked.
“I’m not sure,” I said, and I pursed my lips. “I figured we would hang
out around here for the day and get the babies acquainted to their new life.”
“I think we should take them on their first adventure,” the blonde
suggested, and she flashed Asta and me a devious grin.
“Are you sure?” Asta worried. “They only hatched a few hours ago.”
“I’m with Asta on this one,” I said. “I don’t think we should take them
anywhere quite yet.”
“Pfffttt,” Kas raspberried, and her smile became more excited. “You
took Blar through a portal just after he was hatched. Adventure is good for
dragons.”
“I guess that’s true,” I admitted reluctantly.
“If that’s the case, then I’m sure the twins will be fine,” Asta said. “I’d
like to take them on an adventure, too.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, and I thought for a moment. “Alright, I’ll consider
it, but before we make any decision, I need to make sure they listen to me,
okay?”
“That seems fair,” Kas agreed with a nod before she looked down at
the pot on the fire. “Is breakfast almost ready?”
I heard her stomach growl, then, and I had to laugh at the sound.
“It’s ready,” I snickered and grabbed some bowls from the stand I kept
near the fire. “Blar, Inger, breakfast!”
The little dragons immediately stopped playing. Blar was on his back
on the ground, and Inger had his front paw in her mouth, but when they heard me call for them, they both jumped up and ran over to the fire to sit next to
Uffe, who waited patiently on the bench for his food like a good boy.
Blar wasn’t quite so patient. His little tongue lolled out to one side, and
he looked up at me with large, pleading eyes as I dished up the bowls.
“You’ll get yours in just a second,” I promised with a laugh.
After all three of the dragons’ bowls were dished up, I set the food on
the ground in front of them and watched as Blar and Inger immediately dove
into their meals headfirst. Both of their heads disappeared, and pieces of oats
and peaches sloshed up the sides of the bowls.
Uffe reacted completely differently, though. He just reached his head
in and got a mouthful, then he lifted his head back up as he chewed.
“Do you like it?” I asked him, and the little dragon smiled and nodded
at me before he leaned down for another bite.
“I figured they’d all be as greedy as Blar when it came to food,” Kas
laughed as she watched them eat.
“Uffe seems to be more reserved,” I said with a shrug, and then I
dished up bowls for the girls and passed them around.
Finally, I took a large spoonful of the breakfast and placed it into my
mouth. The oats were perfectly cooked, and the peaches were soft but with a
little bit of firmness to them still. The cooking had brought out the natural sweetness, and I’d added honey to enhance it. I’d always considered myself a
good cook, but it was nice to have people around now to cook for.
“This is amazing,” Asta breathed through a mouthful of oats.
“Mm, it really is,” Kas agreed with a nod. “I don’t know why you
never set up a station at the market. You could easily sell the stuff you cook.”
“I never really thought about it,” I said, but of course I’d thought about
it, I just hadn’t ever felt like taking part in the market except when necessary.
There was too much of a r
isk of running into members of my warband, and I
knew it would be just another thing for them to throw into my face, especially
since so many of them had never worked in their lives except for as warriors.
Most of them didn’t know what it meant to work for a living, since the loot
from battles provided for them.
“Well, hey, if this dragon stuff doesn’t work out, you can always open
your own shop,” Kas teased.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I chuckled.
“Mhm,” Asta agreed, and she bobbed her head in a nod. “I’d buy your
porridge.”
“You’d never have to buy my porridge,” I told her with a smile, and
the elf girl blushed slightly before she shoved another bite of oats into her
cute mouth.
After we finished breakfast, I put the fire out and led the dragons into
the grassy area by the garden.
“Alright,” I said with a clap, and I looked at my miniature troop of
small reptiles that sat in a line in front of me. “We’re going to run some
practice drills to see if you’re ready for an adventure.”
“Do they know what adventure means?” Kas asked.
“They’re incredibly intelligent,” I said as I looked at the little dragons.
“I’m sure they understand. Do you want to go on an adventure?”
All three of them nodded, and when Uffe and Inger sat up a little bit,
their little red faces seemed to grow determined as they stared at me.
“Alright, then,” I chuckled. “Blar will demonstrate.”
I gestured to my right, and Blar walked over so he stood next to me
and looked at the twins in front of us. He had a small smile on his face, and
his little nose was up in the air. He obviously felt cocky that he was the one
to demonstrate. He was nearly twice the size of the twins, but he was only a
week older, so I just rolled my eyes and allowed him his little moment of
glory.
“Blar, up,” I said quickly, and the little blue dragon scurried up my
body and sat on my shoulder with a proud little smile. “Good job.”
I reached up and scratched him under his chin as a little reward, then he scurried back down to his starting position.
“Okay,” I said, “now go right.”
Blar darted to the right, and when I called left, he went to the left, then
when I called up, he hurried back to his first spot on my shoulder.
“You think you got it?” I asked the twins after Blar had demonstrated a
