Solar Dragons Need Love, Too! 8: Dream Girls Staycation by Virgil Knightley

Author:Virgil Knightley [Knightley, Virgil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eldritch Blade
Published: 2025-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12—Brock

After yoga wrapped up and we’d wandered back inside, everyone was sprawled around the living room in their onesies looking pretty worn out. I have to admit, seeing my girls all dressed up like various animals was doing things to me. Good things. Weird things, but good things. “God, this better not awaken something in me,” I muttered, shaking my head.

“What’s that, Brocky?” Blossom asked from a few feet away.

“Nothing.”

"That was amazing," Spinella sighed from where she'd collapsed on the floor, all eight legs splayed out under her spider onesie. "I didn't know I could bend that way."

"Really?" Eppy purred, reaching down to stroke Spinella’s white braided pigtail. "I did."

"Get a room, you two," Mamba snickered as she brushed some of her nearly white hair out of her face. Her starry-sky eyes sparkled the more she laughed. She was looking pretty incredible herself in that snaky onesie. The way it hugged her curves made me wonder if maybe Pinky had ordered these a size too small on purpose. It honestly would be a little on brand.

A series of loud crashes from the kitchen interrupted my totally innocent thoughts about my girlfriends in their tight outfits. "Everything okay in there?" I called out.

"Perfectly fine!" Satina yelled back. "Just making some pre-movie snacks!"

“But we’re having dinner after the movie!” Spinella wailed.

"She'd better not really be eating," Tahini muttered. "She's supposed to be fasting before—" Another crash cut her off. "That's it, I'm going in there."

Before she could get up, Pinky came back from walking the Trias to the door. "I can't believe they left already," Mamba said, her forked tongue flicking out thoughtfully. "Aren't they supposed to stick around to give us facials during the movie? That's what the schedule said."

The look on Pinky's face was priceless. Her eyes went wide and her cheeks turned about the same color as her horn as she made the most awkward eye contact with me I've ever experienced. And keep in mind, this is coming from a guy who once had a catgirl MILF ask him if he was fucking her daughter unprotected on the regular.

"Ohhhhh," Pinky Peach said slowly. "Those kinds of facials. Right. I, uh, may have misunderstood."

“... You thought Brock was supposed to give us dragon jizz facials?” Mamba sighed.

Pinky nodded cutely. “Yep.”

Blossom snickered. “Fuggin’ works for me, bitches!”

Just then, Scruffers came tearing out of Spinella's room, all eight legs skittering across the floor as he made a beeline for the kitchen. A second later we heard Satina shriek, followed by what sounded like an entire popcorn machine hitting the floor.

"No, Scruffers!" Spinella called out, but she was still too yoga-tired to move very fast. "He gets excited by the smells of butter and fear!"

"I'll get him!" Blossom declared, hopping toward the kitchen. She hopped out of her pot, and each bounce scattered more dirt across our pristine carpet. The sound I made along with my wince made it seem like I’d just stubbed my toe and tonguefucked a lemon’s butthole at the same time.

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