his farfetched stories.”
Mia waited, knowing more was coming. She tapped her foot. “But?”
He cleared his throat. “It’s the rest of his family. I swear, his wife, Laycee, looks at me as if she’d like to do unspeakable things to my body, and her purple haired daughter, Lavender, isn’t much better. And then there’s Pierced. He makes me completely crazy. I mean, I don’t mind that he’s a gay-Goth gnome. To each their own.” He shuddered. “But the things I’ve seen him do in public with, Steve, that dark elf boyfriend of his, would make a grown man blush. Not to mention that whole, bizarre blow-up doll side of the family. It’s not a fit place for a barbarian princess, let alone a baby dragon.”
She laughed, and it felt good to be herself again, if only for a little while. “I can see where to an outsider the Shortz clan could seem a tad odd, but I’ve been raised around them all my life. To me, they’re family. And you don’t have to worry about Pearl. Dragons don’t like the taste of gnome, even naughty ones. Now dark elf, that’s another story. You may have to keep a close eye on poor Steve’s indigo-blue ass.”
****
Talon took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Giving himself and Mia the time it would take one last grain of sand to trickle through the hourglass to prepare themselves for what lay ahead.
The moment the door swung open, he knew it’d been a waste of time to hesitate at all. There were things in this world one simply couldn’t prepare for. Leeky Shortz stood before them in a pair of bright lime-green boxers with orange smiley faces all over them and not another stitch. His little pink pot-belly hung over the rim of his colorful under garment. He had a mug of something frothy in one hand and what looked suspiciously like meat sauce dribbled down his chin.
Pearl licked her dragon lips, and Talon held her tighter.
“What the burnt crust and bubbling juices of a halfling baker’s pubic hair pie with cheese melted on top and garnished with troll testicles do ya make of this, Laycee? The lass and Talon have finally deemed us fit ta visit and only after being here at The Academy for most of a full day. Get on in here and strip down ta ya panties. It’s comfy, cozy night at the Shortz residence this evening, and ya’re right on time for dinner. We’re having Laycee’s special, secret recipe chili.”
Mia hugged Leeky. “Good, I’m famished.”
She walked right through the door with a smile on her face, but Talon had no choice other than to hesitate as he forced two more breaths down deep into his lungs before he could convince his feet to move forward.
It was worse than he’d thought.
Laycee Shortz was in a pale pink see-through bra and panties. Even with the bra’s push up cups and under wires, her saggy boobs almost touched her bellybutton, and they swung from side to side with every move she made, like a pendulum. She had cork-screw looking gray hairs springing out both sides of her thong, and the blonde wig she normally wore was missing entirely, leaving the top of her head looking as pale and wrinkled as her pasty white bottom.
Talon shuddered.
She wiggled her ass cheeks right at him and grinned. He took in a few more deep gulps of air and tried his best to look anywhere except at Mrs. Laycee Shortz.
But looking anywhere else brought him eye to eye with Leeky and Laycee’s daughter Lavender. The young lass was standing in a doorway, and she was dressed much like her mother, but in the color matching her name and her hair.
She squealed, ran forward, threw her arms around Mia, and squeezed. “I heard ya was coming. It’s so good ta see ya.”
All the while the sixteen-year-old gnome was talking to Mia and squeezing her, it was Talon she was really looking at. He gulped and took a step back toward the door. She winked and blew him a kiss.
He shuddered again.
Not that Lavender Shortz wasn’t cute, for a gnome female anyway, because she was. The
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